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punching-pentagrams · 2 months

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Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 10

Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader Word Count: 3.6k CW: Slowburn, Angst, Prostitution, Hurt/comfort, trauma, fluff, depression, anxiety, insecurity,

Over the next couple of days, Charlie and the hotel crew started to prepare for their little "intervention" dinner with her dad. Charlie and Vaggie worked together to make up dinner while the others made sure the place was kept up, mostly Niffty.

Later that night, Charlie heard a knock on the front door. Was that him? Why didn't he just teleport in like usual? Charlie went to open the door and saw Lucifer giving his big focused smile.

"Charlie! It's so good to see you," he said enveloping his daughter in a big hug. It had been weeks since he had hugged anyone, the sting of how much he missed it had started to grow back.

"Hi Dad," Charlie said hugging her father back tightly and swinging him around. "I've missed you so much, it's been weird not having you around as much."

Lucifer tightened his grip on Charlie as they hugged, "I'm- sorry about that sweetie, I just... got busy. I'll try to be better about that, I promise."

Charlie loosened the hug enough to study her dad's face, it was tired and worn out, he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Lucifer tried hard to keep his facade up, but he knew his daughter was trying to read him.

"Dad... are you sure you are ok?" Charlie asked with concern.

"Yes. Why do you ask?" he said still trying to hold a smile, holding a silence but futile prayer that he could find a way to fool her into thinking he was ok.

The other members of the hotel, Angel, Husk, Niffty, Cherri, Vaggie, even Alastor started to walk in from the shadows of the hotel lobby.

"Cuz, with all due respect your highness," Husk chimed in "One, you are a bad liar, two, we actually do care about you," Husk looked over to Alastor out of the side on his eye, "well... most of us care about you, and three... we are also worried about (y/n)."

"Ya!" Angel added in, "You two were a couple of peas in a pod, she was even talkin' 'bout wantin' to move in here, den 'poof', ya both are nowhere ta be seen fa' weeks. What gives?! I thought we mattered to you guys!"

"Ya! I miss you and our girl, where is she?!" Cherri pipped in, "We loved watching you two hangin' out here togetha."

"She was a bad girl! But she was really nice! I liked when she would listen to me talk about my bugs fights!" Niffty added, holding up her knife.

Alastor sighed, "Honestly, I'm mostly here for the entertainment of your sorrow... but (y/n) was important to the growth of the hotel and it's community. Plus, she amuses me. I had grown unfortunately fond of her charms," Alastor said with a wicked smile, his comment made the room pause a moment, Lucifer glared at him.

"We miss both of you, sir, it's just not the same here without you. We just kinda feel like we've been left in the dark," Vaggie added, rubbing her arm.

Lucifer sighed, he didn't realize just how much you had meant to not just Charlie, but to the entire hotel. That you guys together had been. It was important for them to know the truth.

"Ok, ok... I'll tell you the truth... but it isn't going to be pretty," Lucifer said with shame painting his face. Lucifer went to go sit on the couch and the others came to sit around him and listen to the story. Lucifer gave an abbreviated story of the last several months of his time with you, truth that you were actually a prostitute he had hired, the story with how it all started with the conversation with Ozzie, the first appointment and the chaos and joy that cam from it, how you had helped him to connect with Charlie and the hotel again, how you supported either other through the stresses of the war with Heaven, how he protected you, how he realized he had fallen in love with you, and then the last night you were together, the blur and confusion of it all, and how finally you had banned him from being able to be scheduled with you again and how you had been told that the whole dynamic was just her acting like she cared about him. He didn't blame or try to paint you in a bad light, he was just defeated and sad.

During the story, the group went through a series of emotions, all of them now understanding why you had not able to talk about your relationship with him at all.

"Damn it! No wonder I liked her so much! She's in da same industry as me!" shouted Angel when the story was over, "She felt so kindred and I couldn't fuckin' see it. Oh, she is good."

"So... none of your relationship was real?" Charlie asked, sadly.

Lucifer shook his head, "No... no I don't think it was."

Husk shook his head, "You're wrong." Everyone looked at him. "Something here doesn't add up, Angel, Cherri, you remember our conversation with (y/n) the night before the war with heaven?" They nodded, Husk looked at Lucifer, "The only lie I have ever seen (y/n) tell you was that she was sad that night because of the war, which... she still was... but the reason she was sad before you came over to check on her was because she was sad that she could not be honest with us about your guy's relationship. We had asked her about what was up because you guys seemed more than friends, and she told us she could not talk about it. And she has tried to bluff some things about how she presents herself before when we first met her, probably all just to protect the secret you guys had. Trust me when I say, she was never fake with how much I saw she cared about you."

Lucifer shrugged, "It doesn't seem to matter though it though... in the end, she banned me."

"Why?" asked Angel, "Did she tell you? Did you ever hurt her?"

"No. Someone else at the place she works called me and told me, she was gone or... something. I don't know if I hurt her, never physically, but I was so drunk at the end of our last night together... I don't know what I did or why I got banned... and I'd never want to cross a boundary like that... she's had too many fucked up people in her life... I don't want to add to that club any more than I already had," he buried his face in his hands, "it sounds like keeping the secret was already a lot of weight on her, I didn't realize..."

"King, listen, I've been in the sex business for a long time, nothin' about this situation makes sense ta me, both from a sex worka' standpoint or from what I know about her. Did you pay her well?" Angel ask inquisitively.

Lucifer nodded, "Ya, I gave her big tips too, I wanted to to be happy and get what she needed."

"No good sex worka' in their right mind would full on ban you for one weird night, even if you did rough 'em up a bit. You told us there was some other client that had been roughin' her up a bit that you took care of. Tell me, did she ban him on the first night of havin' any issues with him?" Angel asked. Lucifer shook his head, starting to think about Angel's words.

"Right. So unless she was stupid, which I know she aint, she wouldn't've cut off probably the best paycheck in hell just because you had one sloppy drunk night where something may have gone weird. Also, on top a dat, sex worka's can be good actors and can pretend like they care. But they try not to get attached, and like Husker said earlier, she got attached, and boy it was obvious. That's probably a big reason why I didn't sus her out sooner. By da time we met her, nothin' about ya relationship was actin' anymore, on either side. Cuz you love 'er, dontcha?" Angel pointed while he leaned back on the couch.

Everyone looked at Lucifer, he nodded, "I do, I love her."

Angel nodded, "And you would do anythin' to make 'er happy, including keepin' yourself away from her if you thought it would make her happier, isn't dat right?"

Lucifer started to tear up, "Yes..." Charlie started to tear up and hugged her dad.

"Therefore... there is something fishy happenin' here, there must be some form of miscommunication, or... a third party that likes messin' with shit," Angel looked up at the ceiling thinking.

"How do you know all this?" asked Vaggie suspiciously. Angel looked over at Vaggie and have her a sly smile, "When you're life was spent in da Mafia and your afterlife was spent around shitty desperate sex worka's that are dying to get a taste of your success by any means necessary, you pick up on a few things, baby."

Charlie perked up, "You think someone at her work did this?"

Angel shrugged, "It's very possible, not 100%, but it's possible. Lucifer, did (y/n) ever talk about having any issues with other girls at her workplace?"

Lucifer thought a moment, "Hmm... she mentioned there being some annoying girls that she some sometimes needed to put in their place, but nothing this crazy hostile. But then again, she didn't like talking about the Lounge much, and I didn't like asking because I started to get more sad whenever I was reminded that I was just a client to her."

"The Lounge, like the Luxurious Lady's Lounge in the Entertainment district?" asked Angel.

"Ya... you know it?" asked Lucifer.

Angel smiled, "Know it? Ha! Sure do. I know exactly where it is too. May have even seen 'er once or twice without knowin' it"

Charlie smiled at her dad, "Dad, if we know where she is, we should just go and talk to her!"

Lucifer shook his head, "Oh. No, no, nonononono, Charlie... I can't do that."

"Why not? Dad, come on, we can try clearing all this up!" Charlie pleaded.

Lucifer sighed, "I just... until I know for sure that she didn't actually ban me, I won't want to risk that. It's just not a good idea... Plus, I don't want to attract more attention to her if she is having issues there," Lucifer hung his head.

Charlie thought for a minute, then a lightblub went off, Charlie got down to Lucifer's eye level, "Dad, she may have "banned" you for seeing her... but not me! I could go talk to her!"

"Charlie, hold on, dis is a bad idea," Angel piped up, everyone looked at him confused, "Rememba' what happened when you tried to talk to Val for me?" Charlie thought for a second remembering the disaster that was, feeling the guilt return at the memory. Angel smiled, "Obviously I need to go with you!" The room erupted into laughter, Angel almost had them for a second, even Lucifer managed to crack a smile in his down mood.

"You guys are really willing to do this for me?" he asked looking to Charlie and Angel.

Charlie looked at Angel and back to her dad, and grabbed Lucifer's hands, "Yes, for you... and for us."

Lucifer smiled, "Ok... but can we actually have dinner before you go? I was anticipating an actual dinner instead of an intervention, but I guess I should have expected both." The room filled with laughter again and the group set up for dinner before Charlie and Angel would head out to find the Lounge, and more importantly, you.

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Later that evening, you were hanging out in the lobby of the Lounge, the same way that you had the nights before Lucifer had started to take up more of your schedule. You were still getting clients, but it was back to the old torturous monotony as before, but it somehow felt worse now that you had gotten a taste of love... or what you thought had been love. Every client made you wish you were back in Lucifer's arms, wanting to explore Lucifer's body... not this shithole and all it's shitty clients.

You felt yourself grow more bitter as you saw Cynthhhhia grow back in popularity with the customers, it seemed her few days on the phones really scared her into staying in her lane, especially because Larry had apparently made her take all of the calls during those three days. Something did not sit right with you about her more recent success, but you didn't want to turn into another her. Plus, the happier she was, the more she left you alone. Guess there had to be a bright side, somewhere.

You were sitting on your favorite couch in a long, blue, shear, flowy robe, when you saw a tall pair of individuals walk into the lobby. But not just any two tall people, two that you recognized, Angel and Charlie. You eyes went wide, and you quickly slinked off to the dressing room to hide.

'What the hell? What are they doing there?!' you thought to yourself. You hoped they hadn't seen you, even though your time with Lucifer was up, you still wanted to keep his secret about the two of you.

Charlie and Angel walked up to the front counter where Larry was standing he did a double-take seeing both of them.

"Whoooaaa, Princess Morningstar! And the famous Angel Dust! What an honor to have you two in to join us this evening. Are we interested in having a little fun tonight? I am surprised, I didn't think one of Val's best boys would be needin' to pay for fun. Unless... you are looking for a change in employment?" He flashed a sharp smile.

Charlie piped up, "Hi! Uhh, Charlie is just fine. And no, neither of those things. We are here looking for one of your girls, (y/n)."

"Is she here tonight?" Angel added.

"Uhh... ya. What business do you have with her?" Larry asked, wondering how they knew her.

"She's a friend ah mine," Angel chimed in, "She's mean MIA for a few weeks and we have been worried about 'er, we were wantin' to check in on her. Charlie has gotten to know her a little too and wanted to come with."

"Can we pleaseee see her?" Charlie pleaded.

Larry thought for a moment, "I don't know, she is still on the clock for several more hours. I can't just let her off early." Charlie and Angel look at each other and nod, Charlie pulls out an bunch of cash, "Will this cover her for the rest of the night." Larry smiled as the amount of money in her hands, it was more than enough.

"I do believe that will work Ms. Mornin- uhh, Charlie," Larry said taking the cash, "Let me go get her." Charlie is glad that she learned that in some situations like this, money talked more than words or power. She came more prepared than she had with her conversation with Valentino over getting more of Angel's time.

Larry searched around before finding you in the dressing room, "Hey Babydoll, you've been bought out for the rest of the night by some friends of yours, Angel Dust and Charlie Morningstar. I didn't know you knew them." He said giving you a look.

They bought you out for the rest of the night? Did they come here specifically to find you? How did they know you were here? Did... did Lucifer tell them? You felt some fear and hope bloom in your chest.

"Oh, haha ya, you know me, I'm just not one to talk about my personal life at work," you gave Larry a big smile. He laughed, "Alright, keep your secrets, sounds like they wanted to talk to you about something, worried about you. Go show 'em a good time tonight, ok?" You nodded, and quickly switching out to a more solid less see-through robe, before walking out to the lobby.

Angel and Charlie saw you coming, Charlie ran to you but you stopped her short of you, "Not here, come with me," and you led your friends up to you apartment. Once you were inside you room and the door was locked, you said "Ok now you can hug me if you want to."

This time, both Charlie and Angel want to embrace you at the same time, starting to tear up a little.

"Oh my god, (y/n)! It's so good to see you! We were so worried about you!" Charlie asked.

"Ya! When you and Lucifer stopped showing up at the hotel to visit, we started worrying, babe," Angel added.

"Wait... hold up, Lucifer stopped showing up to the hotel? How did you know I was here?" you asked.

"We sat my Dad down and he finally broke and told us the truth about everything," Charlie said.

"Ya, he spilled da beans on your guy's relationship, you don't have to keep his secret from us anymore," Angel added.

Tears started to well up in your eyes, "I don't?!" The two nodded. You started to sob and hugged them back. "I- I'm so sorry, I- I didn't want to lie to anyone but he wanted to keep it discreet, which I understand, he is the King! And it was so confusing, and then, one night he got really drunk one night, and it worried me, he wasn't acting like himself, and told me he loved me, but, but I didn't know if I could believe him. And he was getting all touchy and doe eyed, and I didn't know what was really what he wanted because it was all so sudden. So I ran! I ran because I was so scared, and- and- and-" Charlie and Angel both hugged you and tried to shushed you through your crying.

"It's ok, no one is mad at you. That sounds like a hard position to be in, it sounds like there was a lot of confusion on both sides," Charlie said.

"Confusion?" you sniffled, "Is that why he hasn't called to schedule with me again?"

Charlie and Angel looked at each other then back to you, "You didn't ban him then?"

You blinked, "WHAT?! Why on earth would anyone think I blocked him?! No! I freaked out and went on a trip for a few days to clear my head. I came back and I was told that he said he would call to reschedule, and then he just never did! I thought he hated me!"

"No!" Charlie cried, "No, Oh my god, he is a total wreck without you! He misses you like crazy! He thinks he was put on your "No Kiss List" or something"

"We can't even say your name without him shuttin' down and lookin' like we killed his dog or somethin'," Angel added, Charlie gave him a look, "What?! It's true!"

You sat down on the couch and stared out for a minute, thinking, "Why didn't he come to ask me himself?"

Charlie shrugged, "He doesn't remember what happened that night, he is convinced that he hurt you terribly and that it's why you banned him. He didn't want to hurt you so he respected that wish. We tried to get him to come tonight but he was scared in case you really had banned him."

You thought for a few more moments, who could have caused this? Who would have done this to you both. Your eyes widened. No, could this have been... did Cynthhhhia do this? Would she have been the one to make the calls that day since that was her punishment. You were pretty sure, but you didn't want to act without proof. You clenched your fists, starting to fill with rage.

"Is he at the hotel?" They nodded. You thought again, "Can you take me to him?" They nodded again with more excitement.

"I have just one question for you, before we go," Charlie started, looking into your eyes, "Tell me truthfully, do you actually care about my dad, not just for an income, but as a person?"

You took Charlie's hands in your own, "Charlie, I really do... more than anything... in fact... I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him." Charlie and Angel squealed and jumped up and down.

"That's all I needed to hear, let's do this!" Charlie declared.

You took a few minutes to get dressed, and soon you were off to see Lucifer again. Cynthhhhia eyed you a little as you left, wondering what you were doing with the most famous porn star in the Pride Ring and the Princess of Hell. She rolled her eyes and went back to chatting it up with her next client out it the lobby, it was probably nothing of substance, and she already had big enough fish to fry to keep her focused on herself. Although, she did briefly amuse herself with the idea of seducing the Princess' father, oh how wonderful a dream that would be, but she knew better than to put more thought into that. Why would the King of Hell ever need a prostitute? She laughed to herself.

You, on the other hand, were so full of fear and excitement at the idea of seeing actually Lucifer again, it felt like a dream and you were scared to wake up. But if Charlie and Angel's reaction was any indication of anything, maybe Brooklyn had been right after all.

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artistmarchalius · 9 months

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British Terms of Endearment ❤️🤍💙

Here’s another one for all the Spider-Verse and Hobie fanfic writers!

Terms of endearment are handed out fairly liberally in the UK and aren’t restricted to people you actually love. You can hear them from all sorts of people, from your very best friend to the person delivering the post. There’s a lot of words to use to be friendly or show someone you care for them.

So here’s an assortment of British terms of endearment! Let’s get started:

Terms of endearment:

Love/Luv - It’s fairly common to use this term of endearment with strangers, it’s not strictly reserved for loved ones. An employee at the garage might ask you “What tires do you need, luv?” or the person working the checkout might say “That’ll be £23.95, love.”

Because of how common it is in everyday conversation, it’s easy to keep using it with the people you do love.

E.g. “Anything for you, love.” Or “Hey there, luv. How was your day?”

Lovely - Used similarly to “Love/Luv”. It’s very common to put “my” in front of it.

E.g. “You alright, my lovely?”

Duck/Ducky - this term is used more commonly around the Midlands of England. I’m adding this to the list because I love it. It’s common to put “me” in front of “duck”.

E.g. “Ducky, come look at this!” Or “Alright there, me duck?” Or “I’ll get that for you, duck.”

Pet - this term is more common around the North East of England. Using this term doesn’t mean you think of the recipient as a pet, it’s just cutesy.

E.g. “That’s okay, pet.”

Sunshine - although it is an affectionate word, I’ve personally seen it used more sarcastically or threateningly. Imagine, you’re watching TV and an East End gangster has come to intimidate someone who grassed them up. It’s dark, they walk menacingly through the door and greet them in a low, gravelly voice: “Hello sunshine.”

It is still used affectionately though. E.g. “Nice to see you, sunshine!”

Treacle - from the Cockney rhyming slang “treacle tart” meaning sweetheart.

E.g. “You alright there, treacle?”

Sweetheart - for those that don’t want to use/don’t know about “treacle”.

E.g. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Princess/beautiful/treasure - these are some East End/Cockeny terms of endearment used typically by the working class and usually towards women. It can feel a bit condescending to be called this, but it’s meant in an inoffensive, friendly way.

E.g. “Thanks for the help, princess!” Or “Nice chatting with you, treasure!”

Dear - Used more by older people. This is another term you might hear from a stranger, especially an older one. Younger people tend to use it more when they want to sound a bit more old timey or posh, often in a comical way. E.g. “Yes, dear.”

It’s more common to hear it used in regards to saying that someone “is a dear”, either in response to being kind or asking them to do something kind. E.g. “You’re such a dear!” Or “Would you be a dear and fetch me my slippers?”

Darling - This is more of an upper class term of endearment, however it can also be abbreviated to “darlin’”, which you might hear more often, especially if you’ve ever been in a London taxi. Like “lovely”, it’s common to put a “my” in front of it.

E.g. “Darling, I read the most ghastly thing in the newspaper this morning.” Or “Alright then, my darlin’, where are we off to?”

Baby/Babe - these are used commonly around the world and we use them here too! In Essex (just east of London) you’ll more commonly hear the other alternative “Babes”. This would be in reference to one person rather than being a pluralisation of “Babe”.

E.g. “Love ya, babes!”

Poppet - often used in reference to a young child or a girl. Can also be in reference to someone sweet.

E.g. “Here you go, poppet.” Or “Don’t fret, poppet, it’ll be alright.”

Mate - interchangeable with “friend”. You can use the term with strangers and friends alike.

E.g. “You doin’ okay, mate?” Or “Shove off, mate!”

Insults: as it most likely is in many parts of the world, it is quite common to jokingly use insults as terms of endearment. I’m talking swear words, creative insults and normal/silly words used in the tone of rude words (an example for the last one: “Stop throwing socks at me, you gammy sausage!” Or “Leave it out, you splunky wimble!” used affectionately. Although you can preface with a swear to make it more spicy). This is probably really obvious but I still wanted to point it out since a lot of the other items on this list can be used with strangers, but this is only done with people you’re close with. I shan’t write any of the rude words here, I aim to be family friendly, but if anyone wants to double check if an insult can be used affectionately or if you want to create a British sounding non-rude/normal word/silly word insult but you don’t know how, don’t be shy, you can send me an ask or a message! I’m happy to proofread!

Words relating to love/romance/feeling amorous:

Fancy - to have a crush or to like someone.

E.g. “I fancy him!” Or “She fancies Justine’s older sister.”

Chat up - to flirt.

E.g. “He was chatting up some girl at the bar.”

Fit - attractive.

E.g. “She’s well fit!”

Peng - attractive/appealing. It’s more frequently applied to people but things like food or clothes can be peng too.

E.g. “He’s well peng!” Or “Those shoes are peng!”

Lush - attractive.

E.g. “He’s so lush!”

Bang tidy - someone who is extremely attractive/sexy. It can also be used to describe something that is of very good quality or beauty.

E.g. “She’s bang tidy!”

So there we go, an assortment of terms of endearment used in Britain! I’ve primarily stuck with terms used in and around London, the South and the South East of England since that’s the area that Hobie would probably be most familiar with. A lot of these terms are also used in America and other parts of the world, so if you’ve seen something here that you already use (and aren’t a member of the UK) then just use this as confirmation that we use the word here too. I’m not trying to say that these words are UK exclusives.

I also want to point out that when you or someone you don’t know uses overly familiar language, it can sometimes feel condescending or uncomfortable. Just because it’s common here, doesn’t always mean it’s appreciated. I don’t want to give the impression that every Brit says they love each other and every other Brit is happy to hear about it. Everyone has their own preferences.

I hope you have found this helpful or at the very least somewhat entertaining. Once again, I’m not an expert, I just want to share the information I have in the hopes that it will help or entertain someone. If you want more British slang info, check out my Cockney rhyming slang post here and my British police slang post here! Let me know if there are other areas of British slang you’d like to hear about!

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bakugokemkatsuki · 6 months

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Bakugo X (Gn) Reader:

**Warnings: cussing, Sleep Insomnia **Grenre: Fluff? **Abbreviations: Y/N - Your Name **Word Count: 184

You’ve always had problems sleeping, nothing unusual there. This didn’t get any better after moving into the dorms, and after everything your class had been through it made it worse. After tossing and turning for about two hours you saw the clock on your nightstand lit up saying 10:30pm. You decided to text your boyfriend Bakugo, typically he was asleep by now after all proper rest in really important to him. But with the test in class Friday there was a chance he was up studying.

>Texting<

[Y/N]- Hey, Kats are you still up?

{Bakugo}- Read: 10:32pm

[Y/N]- I know your studying but don’t leave me on read.

[Y/N]- Fine, guess I’ll just lay in my bed all alone

[Y//N]- cold, alone, by myself

[Y/N]- No one to cuddle me :(

[Y/N]- All by myself

{Bakugo}- Oi, shut up Dumbass. I was putting my stuff away for the night. I’ll be there in 2.

[Y/N]- Love you

{Bakugo}- Ya ya, I know dumbass.

{Bakugo}- …Love you too

2 minutes later Bakugo was at your door, and he held you the rest of the night.

•Hey guys sorry for the extra short story today, I messed up my arm and can hardly use my hand/arm. I’m thinking of venturing out and posting other anime content as well, would yall like to see any other animes? If so which ones? I’m thinking of at least adding Haikyuu but I’d love to add more. Just LMK.

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mariacrow · 9 months

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Hello there!!! I was wondering if perhaps you could do either Cybertronian seeker or human reader that is female and she (you could change it to gender neutral) where she is from the TFP universe and ended up in Bayverse and she TFP’s Optimus’ lover and she spends time with the bots (all of them survived they didn't die) and she has grown close to the humans. She also has been treating Bay Optimus in a very similar way that she treats her Optimus but the thing is she has trouble telling him that they are sparkmates or married in TFP. Therefore, when a conversation arrises amongst the bots in a meeting with Simmons, Galloway and Mearing, asking about her joruney here, it ends up slipping she is in love with Optimus and ends up explaining they're conjuxed... I wonder how the other bots will react and how Optimus would be and the humans? 😭 I love your writing and thank you! Bonus if it's hinted throughout that she was taken when Sideswipe tried flirting with her but it didn't stick.

That’s so creative! I think I know how to make this spicy ;)

BTF x TFP reader who’s Optimus’s lover and ends up in Bayverse

2nd person

female reader

malfunctions, drama, crossovers

romance, flirting, realization, last goodbyes

abbreviations: BTF = Bayverse Transformers; TFP = Transformers Prime

takes place in Transformers Prime AU where everyone lives and is protecting Earth

takes place in Transformers: Dark of the Moon AU where Ironhide and Jazz are alive

added characters: Simmons, Galloway and Mearing

“Stay safe.” Optimus said to you while holding you in his servos. He softly smiled as he brought you closer to his face.

“Don’t worry boss, I will!” you joked as you gave him a hug. You gave his face plate soft kiss, right under his optic, making his spark lit up.

A low hum escaped his chest as he gently stroked your head.

“Are you two done?” Ratchet say enviously, holding the ground bridge ready.

Optimus gently placed you on the ground. You rolled your eyes at Ratchet and chuckled as you walked to the ground bridge

“Someone’s jealous-“ Bulkhead said.

“I AM NOT- would you stop with that?!” Ratchet shouted, making everyone have a good laugh. Optimus didn’t budge though, he was looking at you, your beautiful smile and beautiful figure.

“See ya guys!” you said before you gave Optimus a special little wave before stepping into the portal. Optimus gave a cute little wave back as a tiny smile couldn’t leave his face. So wholesome!

You went farther inside, ready to go home, to Washington DC. Ratchet had everything ready and didn’t think anything could go wrong, no one thought. But oh… they had no idea…

Suddenly the ground bridge started making weird high frequency pulsing noises that were getting louder and faster. A sudden force, like stronger gravity, pushed you down onto your knees. You were groaning, holding your ears shut.

“RATCHET!!!” you exclaimed, trying to get up but the force was getting stronger as well as the noises.

Mass panic took over the base. They could hear you yelling.

“Ratchet, bring her back!” Optimus yelled. It’s odd to hear him yell like that which means he was extremely scared…

“I am trying, Optimus!” the medic panicked while desperately trying to fix whatever happened with the portal.

“Hurry up!!!” Miko yelled. She was scared she was gonna lose her bestie… “Guys! It’s changing colors!!!”

The ground bridge was now blue. Ratchet has never dealt with something like this. They kept hearing you begging for help. Then suddenly…

The portal aggressively closed, almost like an explosion, making the whole base shake. Everything went quiet. Ratchet tried turning it on again but it wouldn’t budge.

“Oh no…” the medic said. He frantically tried tracking you, looking all over the globe but… no signs…

Sorrow and fear were all over Prime’s face. He felt his spark ache.

“Wh-wh-what do you mean “oh no”???” Jake panicked.

“I-I don’t think she’s coming back…” Rafael said.

Bumblebee buzzed in fear, Arcee was asking questions as well as Bulkhead.

“She’s not in this dimension anymore…” Ratchet barely mouthed those words, trying to think of how to bring you back but… that’s gonna be a very difficult and long process…

“There must be a way!” Optimus said.

“There is..” the medic continued, “but Optimus.. this has never happened before… It might take days.. weeks.. months..”

“MONTHS???” Miko shouted.

“I-I just need to concentrate, alright!? I can fix this! I can fix this…” Ratchet tried to settle down and not lose hope.

Optimus was at loss of words… His lover, his sparkling… Gone. No one knows where, no one knows how. Everyone was flabbergasted, trying to think of any possible answer how this could happen…

“One way or another… we shall bring her back…” Optimus said. He lost everything already… he can’t lose you as well…

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

<> Washington DC, Bayverse <>

You found yourself in an alley in the center of DC. Getting up with a headache, you tried your best to scan your surroundings. You went forward to the main street, looking around.

“Looks like DC alright” you thought as you made your way to the right, heading home while thinking what the hell happened to the ground bridge.

Suddenly you heard a rumbling engine approaching, revving as the car slowed down, driving next to you at your speed. You looked to your left to see a metallic Chevrolet Corvette Stingray. Stunning. You chuckled to yourself and rolled your eyes, continuing to walk as you ignored whoever was in the car, thinking it’s just a guy trying to win you with his expensive car. IF there was anyone in the car…

You heard a seductive whistle, “Ey what’s up sweetheart~? Care for a ride~?” as the door opened.

“No, thanks.” you said, not even looking at the car.

“Oh come on cutie, it’s rude to reject a car like me~”

A car… like “me”? You heard that one before, Smokescreen has the same way of picking up girls. That made you look. You saw there’s no one at the driver’s seat. You stopped in your tracks… Putting 2 and 2 together…

“Sideswipe at your service, m’lady~”

All of the autobots should know you and you should know them hence they know Optimus. You realized the ground bridge’s malfunction meant yeeting you to a whole another dimension… In your case, some kind of a parallel universe. You decided to keep yourself together and act cool. You needed to investigate all this. And this certainly isn’t the time to tell a random autobot who are you and what is actually happening.

You took a deep breath and smiled, “Alright though guy~” you said as you got in. He closed the door for you and drove off.

“M-m-m~ Wait till you meet my crew~ They’re gonna be sooo jealous~ What’s your name beautiful~?”

“Hey, I’m not here for you to show off.”

“Well then, I’m here for YOU to show off~” he chuckled, his beauty breaking people’s neck.

He made you hide a giggle, “I’m Y/N. And what about that.. crew you mentioned?” carefully choosing your words, trying to meet your surroundings.

“You haven’t heard about my crew? We saved your planet more than once! And we’re still protecting it.”

“O-oh yeah! Yeah I know, of course, pft! Our heroes. But uhm.. what are the names of your teammates, I was never really able to memorize all.” act cool, act cool.

“Ah well there’s Ironhide, weapon specialist, he’s a stubborn fella. Then there’s Ratchet, the medic,”

“Ratchet…” you thought.

“Jazz, Dino, Bumblebee- you probably heard of Bumblebee, that sucker got real famous.” your heart skipped a beat when you heard “Bumblebee”…

“And, of course, our leader, Optimus Prime~” he said that with pride.

This confirmed your theory that you’re in an alternative universe… You acted cool and chill, excited to meet them all. Deep down you were hella nervous… Some hope bloomed inside of you, considering there’s at least 3 autobots you already know.

…

The moment Sideswipe drove you into the base, you couldn’t stop looking around. So many cars and… people…

“So they managed to take advantage of them here huh… What a disgusting species we are…”

“I brought company!” Sideswipe transformed and said happily.

“Sideswipe, how many times do we need to tell you to stop bringing females into the base!?” Ratchet shouted, in his bot form, working on something with humans.

“Oh come oh man, look at her! How can you say no to such a cute faaace~?” he was gently pinching your cheek.

“Ow- ow ow ow! Sideswipe!” you laughed, trying to push his servo away.

“This is not a party garage, this is a base! Take your urges elsewhere.” Ratchet scolded Sideswipe.

A giant truck with Optimus’s colors caught your eye real good… Suddenly, he transformed, approaching you and Sideswipe as the ground shook a little with each step he took. He was ready to shoo both of you out but then he made eye contact with you…

Your eyes locked in his optics and vice versa… He slowly stopped in his tracks as he frowned and as his optics widened… You looked extremely familiar. Too familiar… As if he was getting flashbacks of something he never even knew he experienced. He felt like he knows you. His spark warmed at the sight of you… He slowly lined up with you, putting his knee on the ground.

“Do I know you, girl?” he asked.

“I.. uh..” you could barely speak, you felt waves of adrenaline strike your body, “Perhaps, sir… M-maybe I just remind you of someone.” you awkwardly chuckled.

He hummed and straightened. Confused and suspicious, he walked to the platform where Galloway and Mearing were working with Ratchet.

“Let her stay. She has valuable information.” he lied. For the first time in his life he lied… There’s something special about you he needs to confirm…

…

It’s been weeks. Months. You got closer with everyone, Sam even. You were an important member of the crew now. Everyone was surprised by your Cybertronian tech knowledge that Ratchet passed onto you back in the base in Jasper…

Optimus and you got extremely close as well. You treated him with kindness. Not just any kindness. You didn’t only have high respect for him as a leader, you were ready to lie down your life for him and vice versa… It seemed as if he became your guardian in this universe too…

He let you climb his shoulder, have relaxing rides with him, stay up late, watch the sky and discuss about endless subjects… He wouldn’t take his optics off of you. Scanning your beautiful face whenever he had a chance, trying to find you in his memory but his recognition system was not responding positively…

…

One day…

“I need a group meeting, ASAP!” Mearing commanded, walking into the base furiously as her assistant, Galloway and Simmons were barely catching up to her.

“A-are you sure, ma’am?” Galloway said.

“Yes, I am sure! And don’t call me “ma’am”. I am not a “ma’am” “ she said while going through all of her purses.

“I knew there’s something odd about her- I just knew it! Optimus told us he feels as if he knows her- and now the big guy is in love!” Simmons said like the alien nerd he is.

“Please, do not say that, it’s disgusting.” Mearing said while going up the platform.

“How would they have intercourse anyway- it’s impossible!” Simmons continued.

“Shut up, agent.” Mearing said before quickly organizing a meeting.

…

And there you were, sitting along with everyone while all the autobots stood there.

“WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU GET HERE-“ Simmons started.

“Agent. Let’s stay calm.” Galloway said.

Simmons sat down, rubbing his face, biting his nails and bouncing his leg.

You looked at Optimus. “You told them..?”

“Y/N, please understand that I had to. There’s something strangely odd going on. I feel like my system had deleted you from my memory… but I can still feel like I know you.”

“We’ve checked your ID, tried tracking you, your home, family… We couldn’t find anything. You’re not in the system.” Mearing said. “So where do you come from? Are you even human? Who sent you?”

All of this was getting you extremely nervous. You sat there, occupied with questions and so many glares…

“Okay…” you took a deep breath, “okay. I will explain. No one sent me, let’s start with that. It was all an accident… Apparently I come from a parallel universe where the Cybertronian war was also brought. And no I’m not talking about another planet, I’m talking about Earth- like a- a mirror! But with some minor changes. There’s an autobot base in Jasper, Nevada where I’m with my three other human friends and the crew… There’s Bumblebee and Ratchet and Arcee and Bulkhead a-and… You, Optimus…”

The whole base was silent… They couldn’t believe what they were hearing… Optimus walked closed to you, listening carefully.

“I moved to Washington DC recently and we’re using something called a ground bridge to teleport where we need to. When I wanted to go back home, the portal started malfunctioning and… here I am, I guess…”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US BEFORE-“ Simmons again.

“Agent, let her finish.” Optimus said calmly.

“Because I… I don’t know! Okay!? I was scared! I was hoping they would get it fixed in a few days so I could just leave with a status of Sideswipe’s ex girlfriend or something but…” you exhaled in frustration, “It’s been months… Who knows if they’re gonna get it fixed at all… That’s why I wanted to analyze everything you have here and see if I can ask for ANY help…”

Mearing and Galloway were aggravated while Simmons was like “I TOLD YOU SO!!!”. Ratchet was trying to calculate everything in his head while everyone else was just speechless.

“That’s why I was feeling this way since we met…” Optimus said.

“Yes… and probably because.. we have something special going on where I come from…” you said with a tiny smile.

A deep hum rumbled in his chest, “Special…” he also smiled a little.

“Aw man, there goes my girlfriend!” Sideswipe said. He made Dino and Bumblebee laugh.

“You’ll find a chick.” Ironhide nudged him, “There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

“How do we get you back?” Ratchet asked.

“The only thing I can think of is that we somehow make contact with them. I have the coordinates but we will definitely need more than just that…”

“Hm… yes.. yes. I think we can-“ Ratchet got interrupted

“Or maybe she can stay.” by Jazz who now got all of the eyes on him in silence, “…Just- just a suggestion-“

“As much as I would love for Y/N to stay with us, we need to think about her safety. We must get her home.” Optimus started, “She is not safe with us. As similar as her life might be here, she belongs in the universe she came from.”

“Agreed! Agreed.” Galloway interrupted, “If we manage to make this portal, it would mean a huge step for humanity!! Do you realize how much we could do with it!? We could-“

“With all due respect,” Optimus interrupted him back, “this is not the time to speak about the advantages humans can take from this.” irritated by him.

Ratchet and some other autobots were already working on the ground bridge.

“Y/N.” Optimus leaned closer to you, “It is very difficult for me to say goodbye…”

“I know… It was nice while it lasted…”

“I hope I treat you the same way in every universe our paths cross… I hope you will keep warming up my spark back home.” Optimus said softly, quietly talking to you.

“I will… I promise…” you got emotional, stepping closer, hugging his face plate… Your heart aching, you were torn apart between two universes… But you knew none of this is right. You need to get back.

You made him smile, his optics spinning and expanding before closing as he sunk into your tender touch…

“I will forever remember you, Y/N… Now it is time for you to go home, my love…”

Well this ended up being longer than I thought lmao and way more emotional

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Please, whatever they offer you... DON'T FEED THE PLANTS!!

ACT 3

@boots-with-the-fur-club @daboyau @tmntaucompetition @littlemissartemisia @shiveagit @shiveagit-arts @thevoidbrothers @noval1t @kathaynesart @bluepeachstudios @amevello-blue

CW: Panic attacks, cringe musical references

(Special thanks to boots-with-the-fur-club for helping write the NFIF bois!)

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Names and abbreviations (sorry there's a lot, we have a big cast for today's performances!) : UIFY = Until I Found You NFIF = No Fun in Fungus Leon = UIFY Leonardo 'Phael = UIFY Raphael DvD = UIFY Donatello Mike/Mikey/Micheal = UIFY Michelangelo AudRaph = Swayed Raphael AudreyTello = Swayed Donatello LeonAudro = Swayed Leonardo MichelAudrelo = Swayed Michelangelo AudRai = Swayed Karai rhg!Donnie = Rise Hunger Games AU Donatello Raph = NFIF Raphael Donnie/Dee = NFIF Donatello Leo = NFIF Leonardo Angie/Angelo = NFIF Michelangelo

The show must go on...

AudreyTello turned around just in time to watch as the explosion blew AudRaph several meters back, slamming him into a wall while the majority of the room that housed Audrey III crumbled to the ground. As the glow of deep cobalt, violet, crimson, and bright green filled the room, it chased away the neon electric blue, causing each and every spore it came into contact with to disintegrate.

"NOO!!!" AudreyTello screamed in pure fury. He gripped his head, the familiar ache returning as he could feel the hold over NFIF Donatello started to weaken.

"You... you WRETCHES!! You think this will STOP ME?!"

"Well, we certainly hoped so," Spider-Dee mumbled.

"You pathetic, insignificant, worthless, meaningless, little trifles of trauma-riddled turtles!!" AudreyTello screamed.

"...This might be a shot in the dark, but I think we made him just a teensy bit mad."

"OH, YA THINK?!"

AudreyTello's battleshell erupted with furious weapons building one on top of the other, the purple glow blending with the blue infecting his ninpo. But piece by piece, the purple was starting to take back control...

"It... it's working! The sway is breaking!" Spider-Dee pointed.

"Then let's break it all the way!" Ghost shouted over the commotion, grabbing Spider-Dee and DvD out of habit and jumping away from the spray of mystic missiles and bullets.

Meanwhile, in the rubble, a shield of ninpo created by the infected Hamatos kept MichelAudrelo, AudRai, and poor little Misa safe from the destruction.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THE HAND.PNG SET A FIRE AND BURNED DOWN THE HOUSE!" MichelAudrelo screamed in anger, clenching his fists tightly.

"One less enemy to worry about," AudRai stated calmly. "What is the damage?"

"Our base has been destroyed," MichelAudrelo growled. "Quite obviously."

AudRai held her head as she groaned.

"Our true form... has been wounded," she grunted, looking up slowly.

The mushroom was half-destroyed in the corner, the cap singed and burning slightly, the hyphae curling as the fungus screeched in agony. Leonardo sat under the stalk, his body half-freed, but the blast had knocked him unconscious. He laid limp against the roots that kept him anchored to the floor, half-destroyed and withering beneath his weight.

"They will pay for this," MichelAudrelo snarled.

Blue/gold mystic chains started forming as he approached the battle, seeing the non-Donnie team come round the corner...

"Okay, so the room was destroyed, the spores are dissipating... you guys know what's next?" Leon asked, making sure the plan was still in effect.

"We'll get going to save all the zombies," Spider-Shine said with a smile and a nod, gesturing to the other Spider-Teetlez as Spider-Dee reunited with them. "Get the antidote to anyone with glowing blue eyes!"

"Great, the rest of us will stay behind to help free the swayed and eradicate the rest of the mushroom!"

The Spider-Teetlez shook hands with the group, saying fond farewells before swinging away to complete their quest and save the rest of the AUs...

"Okay then, now we--"

"RUN!!" 'Phael shrieked, pointing to an army of golden chains coming their way.

MichelAudrelo smiled cruelly as he sent the chains to grab at them, the contestants and supporters scattering quickly in all directions to avoid his attacks. One chain grabbed Leon and dragged him forward.

The slider was bound by the ankles and hung upside down in front of the mystic warrior.

"Hello, worm," MichelAudrelo said with a smile.

"Uhhh, heeey there, Angie!" Leon said, hoping the childhood nickname for his brother would strike a chord with this version of Michelangelo.

It didn't.

MichelAudrelo raised his hand.

"You'll regret what you've done..."

"Hey, you!!"

Leon and MichelAudrelo turned in surprise to see who had just shouted at them.

Golden flower petals and butterflies made of light started fluttering down around the boys.

Abby smiled brightly as she threw her crutch aside to Diana. Music starting playing.

"Do you hear that sound? That beautiful sound?"

Giant vines started sprouting from the ground, lifting Abby and MichelAudrelo up into the air. In his shock, MichelAudrelo dropped Leon to the floor, where Diana quickly grabbed him and pulled him aside.

"What are you two doing here?" Leon asked. "You were supposed to stay with Mikey--"

"Slight change of plans," Diana answered. "We brought the cavalry!"

"You didn't bring him here, did you?"

"..."

"Diana, if you value your life you will answer 'no'."

"...Then, no?"

"You're lying to me. Where is he...!" Leon growled as he stormed off to find his Michelangelo.

"YOU SAID TO ANSWER NO!!" Diana shouted as she followed after him, while Abby finally got to do her big number with a 'captive audience'...

Leon rushed off to find his brother, no doubt glowing and sporting his own mystic chains. He was gonna give him an earful when he found him...

As Leon was storming around, something lodged within the wall fell to the ground and groaned behind him.

"URGH!"

Leon whipped around.

"What was that--"

A large spiky shell and limbs started moving from the broken pieces of plaster that had crumbled along with the body on the floor. It slowly started rising, groaning and grumbling. Leon swallowed, tiptoeing closer to the swayed Raph.

"...Diana... go look for Mikey. Make sure he's not doing anything too.... y'know."

"But, what are you gonna--"

"Just go," he whispered. "I'll handle this."

Diana reluctantly obeyed, rushing away before AudRaph could get his bearings back and start attacking them.

Leon crept forwards, wary of the strength this Raphael could have. He knew that his brother 'Phael was pretty strong, though he was mostly unshed baby fat. This Raph was head and shoulders above him, and had been training as a ninja since his childhood, he figured. Besides, he knew that 'Phael had a tendency to go kinda savage when he was really, really scared. And who knew what this fear fungus was making Raph see in his deep subconscious...

"Hey, buddy, it's me, your ol' pal, Neon Leon..."

AudRaph made a low rumbling sound as he slowly got to his knees, still dizzy and dazed.

"I know that whatever you're seeing... i-it's probably pretty rough. I'm sure you think that it's hopeless, but it isn't! You can get through it..."

AudRaph lifted up his head, growling at him with bared teeth.

"Hey, it's okay to be scared. I'm scared most of the time. Have you seen half of the hijinx Mikey gets involved in? I'll bet you know how tough it is, being the oldest brother, the one to look after everyone... But then again, you also know how much they love you. You know how excited they are when they succeed just like you knew they would, the look on their faces when they see how proud you are when they exceed your expectations and blow you out of the water! You're so lucky to be the big brother, no matter how many times they make you worry... because for every grey scale they give you, you get ten extra memories of them and how wonderful they are and how much you love them."

Raphael's blue-glazed eyes started leaking.

"And I know you love them. Because how could you not love our brothers?? You, me, we sacrifice for them all the time, because we would do anything for our little brothers. You'd do anything for your brothers, right? And... you said I would always have a big brother in you. And I need you, Raph -- they need you -- WE NEED YOU. We need you to come back to us..."

Leon placed one hand on Raph's shaking shoulder and cupped the other hand under his cheek, wiping the blue tears from his face.

"Come back to your family, Raph. Because we need YOU. Not a hero, not a sacrificial martyr, we want our brother to come home. Please, Raph. Please."

Raphael blinked away the tears, the final remnants of blue melting away with the tears.

"...L-Leon..?"

"Welcome back, big guy."

Leon was suddenly engulfed in a bear hug, Raph squeezing him tight and shaking all over.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so so sorry, Leo LEON, I'm so sorry... please... please, can you forgive me, I never meant to hurt you, I never wanted to--!"

"It's okay, dude," Leon said, trying not to cry himself as he squeezed Raph back. "You old softy."

Leon had to force himself to pull away from the sobbing snapping turtle, offering the end of his scarf for the eldest sibling to wipe his face with.

"Now, let's go wake up the others, hmm?"

April's teleporting powers kicked in as soon as she saw the golden chains coming. She was suddenly in a new place, landing in a small heap of rubble. She turned around and watched as NFIF Michelangelo managed to snag her Leon and reel him in.

"Leo!"

"YOU."

April whirled around to see AudRai coming for her. Her neat braid had been mussed up in the explosion, the strands falling loose and falling apart. Her eyes were surrounded by deep, dark circles and tear stains.

"Karai... what happened to you?"

"What always happens to the Hamatos," she replied glumly. "We die."

"You're not dead yet," April said, gritting her teeth. "I'm not going to let that funky mushroom kill you."

"Why not? You let it kill Michael."

April's breath caught in her lungs.

"...Karai... you don't know what you're saying..."

"It's our doom, our fate," she said, voice wobbling with sniffles as the tears started pooling. "The fate I started us all down... the role I took on, the example I set... it's all my fault--"

Karai started weeping, her voice cracked as her fists clenched.

"It's my fault that Michael died. I felt him leave. Not just because of our family ninpo, I saw him die through the spores. I saw his fears. I watched him go!" she whimpered, falling to her knees.

April's eyes welled up with tears of her own as she slowly understood what Karai was saying.

"It was my fault... I trained him in his ninpo. I taught him all the Hamato magic. I showed him the importance of our traditions, our lore, our creed. I... I... I killed him..."

"You didn't kill him. He's still alive," April reassured her. "And you didn't teach Mikey self-sacrifice. It seems to be a running tendency--"

"But that tendency started with me!" Karai sobbed. "I can't save them, no matter how hard I try! I couldn't save my village, my father, my own grandson! My legacy is to be the failing martyr!!"

April rushed forward and hugged Karai tightly.

"No. That is not your legacy. That is not your destiny. Michael is not dead, and neither are you. Karai, you are more than just your mistakes, more than your defeats. Don't let the fear of failure keep you from succeeding later on! Don't let the past keep you from building up your future! You told me that you saw how strong I was, where do you think I learned that courage from? Don't let this be another failure, don't give up! You can beat this fear. 'You shall not be challenged beyond your strength.' You can overcome it."

Karai stiffened for a second, before softly hugging April back. After a few shaky moments, Karai pulled away. Much to April's relief, her eyes were back to normal.

"Arigatō, April..."

Karai wiped the tears from her cheeks and turned to the small caged-in cradle holding Misa.

"We should help release her."

"Can I offer my help?" NFIF Raph asked, as he and Leon rushed up through the rubble and broken drywall.

April and Karai looked at each other, unsure if that was wise, considering what had happened.

Yet Karai nodded, stepped forwards and used her ninpo to create a small dagger of flame that cut through the vines. Misa was growling and crying, her eyes shut tight as she fought against her nightmares.

Raphael leaned down and picked her up gently, rocking her back and forth.

"If one of the Mikeys were here, they'd know how to snap her out of it," April murmured. "He saved her from the spores last time..."

"Raph knows what to do," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle. "I've had my fair share of getting my little brothers to calm down after a nightmare..."

Raph sat down on a pile of debris as he held on to Misa.

She hissed at him, pushing to get away.

"Misa? Misa, it's me..."

Misa growled again, still struggling to break free from his hold. In her mind, she had just been taken away by an evil scientist who was going to do terrible, mean things to her...

"No!" she snapped, biting his hand.

Raph gasped in pain, but didn't let go. He smiled through the hurt, tears forming in his eyes again.

"I guess I deserved that one, huh?" he chuckled dryly. "Misa, please, it's Raph... it's Ra-Ra?"

Misa slowly stopped, her ferocious bites turning into soft nibbles as she opened one eye, the edges of white turning a soft blue.

"Misa, can you see me? Can you see Ra-Ra?"

She shook her head no.

"...R-Ra-Ra? Ra-Ra has Misa?"

"Yes," he assured her, rubbing his thumb in circles against her cheek, wiping away the bitter and angry tears.

Misa flinched, her eyes widened at the touch.

"...Is Ra-Ra good guy now?"

That hurt. He knew she didn't mean for it to hurt, but the truth was painful nonetheless.

"Yes, Misa," he whimpered. "Ra-Ra is good now. Misa, I'm so sorry for what I did to you... I hurt you so much, Raph is so sorry..."

Even though he knew that he was meant to be comforting her, Raph lowered his head and cried onto her as he held her in his lap.

"Misa... I'm so sorry. I'll understand if you hate me forever after this, I wouldn't blame you. But... I want to help you now, I want to help with the scary things you're seeing. How can Ra-Ra help you?"

Raph felt tiny hands reaching up and touching his face. Misa blinked away the blue, eyes refocusing until she could see Raphael properly.

And Misa smiled.

"Little brudder..."

She kissed his cheek and nuzzled him, hugging his face and wiping away his tears.

"...Misa forgives Ra-Ra. Ra-Ra good guy."

Raphael blubbered at that, whimpering as he pressed Misa against his plastron in a desperate hug. Misa giggled, patting him on the back as best she could, though her arms barely even reached the edges of his shell.

"Thank you, Misa... thank you..."

"Where's Mikey an' Dee-Dee?" she asked, looking around.

"Around here somewhere," Leon replied, looking around. "I'm sure we'll find them eventually..."

"Hey, guys!" Abby shouted at them. "Look who we got!"

Abby gave the performance of a lifetime. She and swayed Michelangelo had been dueling it out against each other for a few minutes while Abby belted out her favourite musical number. She ordered the vines to protect her as she spun and ducked and danced and leapt around the mystic attacks. Her vines reached out and grabbed MichelAudrelo and pulled him high into the air, away from Abby as she finished up her number. MichelAudrelo struggled against the vines, breaking free eventually, but Abby had been prepared for that. Several other series of vines reached up and caught him, much to his frustration.

"THAT BEAUTIFUL SOUND--"

"STOP IT!" MichelAudrelo screeched, lashing out his chains to grab at the feline, but she jumped away at the last second, her choreography coming in to save her as she danced around him gleefully.

"A SOUND THAT MEANS NO MORE CONDESCENDING ADULTS HANGING AROUND!"

Abby continued to sing at the top of her lungs as MichelAudrelo chased after her, his chains doing battle with her vines.

"I SAID STOP IT!!"

Abby ignored him, singing to her heart's content.

"EVERY GROAN, EVERY WAIL AND EACH MOAN, ADDS UP TO DADDY'S LEAVIN' ME THE HECK ALONE!"

"I SAID STOP! STOP, Stop, s-stop..."

MichelAudrelo's hands began to shake, his chains started to fade.

"THEY'RE OUT OF MY GRILL, BECAUSE OF THAT SHRILL SYMPHONY..."

Abby pirouetted, a glorious spin that created a flurry of petals around her. MichelAudrelo couldn't see her anymore, her spin was so fast that she became a blur. While he was distracted, a grappling hook shot up and grabbed him by the ankle, tugging him down to the floor as Ghost wrapped his arms around the boy.

"H-hey!! LET GO!!"

"It's okay, Angelo," Ghost murmured, keeping him close to his chest. "It's okay, we've got you..."

"AIN'T IT THE SWEETEST NOISE AROUND, THAT BEAUTIFUL SOUND!" Abby belted, echoing the final word as she jumped down from her podium made of vines.

"Aaaaaaand she sticks the landing!" she cheered as she gracefully touched down. "I did it! I really did it! I guess my leg's all better, I can't wait to show Diana--"

"YOU CAN'T KEEP ME PRISONER LIKE THIS!!" MichelAudrelo screeched, kicking and squirming in Ghost's hold. "LET ME GO!"

"Not until you calm down, kid," Ghost said, tightening his hold on the mind-controlled Angelo. "Just let it go, let go of the anger and the fear and--"

"NO! I'LL KILL YOU ALL! I'LL...I'll... I ... heh... heh, heh..."

MichelAudrelo's screams melted as tears started trickling down his face. He smiled painfully, laughing as he saw what he was.

"I... I wanted to kill everyone," he murmured. His voice was soft, he was in shock and somewhat dazed as the realization of what he'd done seeped in. "I really did. I wanted to break everything and destroy the entire arena and everyone in it... why?"

MichelAudrelo looked up at Abby, the small trickle of tears turning into rivers, his smile breaking as the corners of his mouth turned down.

"Why did I wanna hurt you so bad? I never would have done that before, I was just so... so..."

"Scared?" Abby offered, stepping forward to wipe the tears away.

"No," Angelo flinched, pulling back from her, refusing to accept her help. "No, it wasn’t fear, it was--"

"It was grief."

MichelAudrelo looked up in confusion at Ghost, who looked down with his own understanding gaze.

"You were scared of losing your family, huh? April told me a little about some of the things you said when you were first spored. I know what it feels like to lose your family. To know that you'll never get to do the things you always said you'd do together. See the places you always wanted to go. Win or lose the arguments you planned in your head for fun, just to antagonize them. Give that apology you meant to say. Make that special gift for their next birthday. Eat lunch with them. Say I love you one last time. I know how it feels to realize that you've been pulled away and there's no going back. And what's worse... you see them everywhere. Carbon copies, phantoms of the past that bring up phantom pains. You want to pretend that they're yours, but..."

"But they're not!" Angelo sobbed, letting his limbs go slack in Ghost's embrace as he wailed. The two fell to their knees, Ghost comforting Angelo as he cried out a pain that was so deep and scarring it could shake the foundations of the earth.

"But... your family isn't dead, Angelo," Abby reassured him. "They're still here --"

"FOR HOW LONG?" he howled. "How long until they really do get themselves killed?! How long until I have to go through this again, but for real?! I can't keep doing this!! I can't, I can't! I won't let myself get hurt again!!"

The blue light started to return to MichelAudrelo's eyes as he growled.

"That's what I said, too," Ghost chuckled.

Angie stopped.

"I told myself I would never get hurt like that again. So I shut everyone and everything out. I refused to let myself get too attached to what I knew could be another family for me. I couldn't face the idea of seeing replicas of my brothers and father and April again. I was scared of getting hurt."

Angelo swivelled his head around to get a better look at Ghost, who was starting to cry himself.

"I was so scared, kid. I let myself rot in a sewer alone for over two decades before I finally faced my fears and tried again. Knowing that the pain would come, knowing that I would have to be strong. Because sometimes... healing hurts."

"If you love someone, you have to understand that one day they will hurt you," Abby added. "Whether they mean to or not... love opens you up for both the happy times and the sad times. And the angry ones, too, believe me."

"It may seem like the pain is too much to live with --" Ghost replied, "-- and you may think that it's easier to feel nothing at all than to feel the pain. But when that happens you become nothing more than a... well, a ghost in a shell," he chuckled weakly.

"I don't want that," Angelo wept, turning around and wrapping his arms around Ghost in a loose hug. "I don't want to just rot inside myself while the people I love most are waiting for me..."

"Then you have to let go of that pain."

"But it's so hard!"

"I know, bud, I know. But nothing that the great Dr. Feelings can't face, right? And you'll never face it alone."

"I thought that was Dr. Delicate Touch... wait, what's the difference again?" Abby asked.

Angelo rubbed his face against Ghost's cloak, wiping the tears and snot from his blubbering face.

"Dr. Delicate Touch feels nothing... O-o.... okay..." he whimpered. "I can do this. I don't want to be 'Dr. Delicate Touch' forever. I wanna be with my family again. Even if we'll get hurt. I'd rather get hurt with them than feel nothing forever alone."

"Good call, kid," Ghost said, leisurely releasing the box turtle.

Angelo stood up, wiping the last of the glowing aqua blue tears from his face, his eyes back to normal as he weakly smiled.

"Should... should we go find the rest?"

"The Donnies are still doing their epic anime battle royale or something," Abby pointed. "But the others are in that pile of debris over there."

"Well, I've learned the hard way to never interrupt Dee's work, so let's go see how the other guys are doing."

"Another good call," Ghost laughed, rubbing Angelo's head.

The trio crossed over to the rest, reaching them just as Misa was released from the fear fungus' hold and hugging Raphael.

"Hey, guys! Look who we got!" Abby cheered, pointing at Angelo, who waved weakly at the group.

"Hey, Angelo!" Leon said with a wave. "You're not gonna... string me up again like before, are ya?"

"No," he whimpered softly. "Sorry 'bout that, by the way..."

"It's all cool," Leon said, waving it off. "Shrooms will do that to ya, or so I've heard."

Raphael looked over at his baby brother, seeing the tear stains and red puffy eyes and the trail of snot he kept wiping and sniffling away.

"Rough comeback, huh?"

"Yeah. You too?"

"Pizza supreme in the sky, you have no idea."

"Pizza what in the where now?" Leon asked, raising a brow at the snapping turtle. "What did you just say--"

"I'LL KILL YOU!!"

The group jumped at the scream that shattered the calm they had been enjoying for the moment.

"That was one of the Donnies!" Abby yiped, jumping into Diana's arms.

"...Do you think maybe we should look into that?" Leon asked.

rhg!Donnie had carried Michael into the outskirts of the battle, just as he'd promised. The Donnie confrontation, or 'Donfrontation' as they were calling it, was in full swing as the drones flew like a tornado around the halls.

"Okay, we're here now, what exactly did you have planned??" rhg!Donnie asked.

"Uh, I honestly figured I could wing it--"

"YOU WHAT?!"

Mikey shrugged and laughed nervously.

"Well, I assumed that I'd have a plan by the time I got here!"

Before rhg!Donnie could let in to him, an explosion went off. The bright rainbow of light blew away the spores and darkness, clearing the area almost instantaneously.

"Well, it looks like the guys managed to set off the TNT," Diana noticed.

"No kidding," rhg!Donnie grumbled. "We should get out of here--"

A large body flew into the wall some short distance aways.

"Was that Raph?!" Abby yelled loudly.

The halls started glittering as golden chains filled the air.

"I swear, that isn’t me," Mikey said, seeing the glare that the others were about to give him.

"It's the other Mikey!" Abby yelled, suddenly running off to go help the others.

"Wait a minute!" Diana shouted, running after her.

"Well, um, I guess it's just you and me now," Mikey chuckled dryly.

"Apparently so. I'm taking you back to safety--"

"No!" Mikey yelled, holding his hand out to stop him. "I need you to take me to my brothers, or --"

"No, Mikey, I can't let that happen! You'll get hurt, or--"

Before rhg!Donnie could finish his sentence, one of the drones snagged the back of his shirt and carried him away into the storm.

"Oh no! Human Donnie!!"

Mikey summoned a small chain and latched it onto one of the other drones, getting yanked away into the torrent along with the alternate version of his brother.

"I'm coming!"

Mikey held on as tightly as he could to the meager chain, climbing up the links to get to the drone itself. He climbed atop it, looking for rgh!Donnie amongst the flurry of purple. He found him, several feet away, trying to reach back and unhook his clothes from the device.

"Hold on, I'm on my way!!"

Mikey readied himself, and then leapt. His stomach slammed into the head of the drone, and he slipped down the side. Mikey swung his legs up, gripping the drone with his knees as he crawled back up the side of it. Mikey saw the legs of the drone dangling beneath him, and got an idea. He took out his nunchucks, wrapping one end to the drone's mechanical legs as he held on with a deathgrip to the other end. He let himself fall, dangling from the machine and swinging around as the drones turned the corner and continued their tornado patterns. Mikey used the momentum of the turning corner to fling himself forward, landing directly on top of the kidnapper drone.

"MIKEY?!" rhg!Donnie screamed above the roaring mechanical wind. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Winging it!" Mikey yelled back, as he grabbed rhg!Dee's shirt collar and tore the fabric from the metal limb. With nothing holding him up anymore, rhg!Donnie fell to the floor, dragging poor Michelangelo with him.

"AAAAAHHHH!!"

Before the two adolescents could hit the pavement, something caught them both. They looked up in shock to see two drones had chased after and grabbed them.

"Not again," rhg!Donnie groaned.

"I assure you, this time it was intentional," Omega said as he rolled by. "Congrats on being rescued."

"Thanks, computer Dee!" Mikey cheered, giving him a thumbs-up.

"Of course. Now, WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?! I thought you were given direct instruction to--"

"Where is everyone? Where's Leon, 'Phael, Dvd, and April?" Mikey interrupted.

"I suspect UIFY Leonardo, UIFY Raphael, and UIFY April are over by the remnants of that housing unit," Omega said, a robot claw pointing towards the heap of rubble caught in the explosion. "But your Donatello is in the center of that drone tornado. He's taken the forefront of distracting --"

"I gotta go talk to him!" Mikey yelled, trying to run but tripping over his own feet as he did so.

"No way!" rhg!Donnie said, grabbing him and dragging him back again. "You're staying over here, where it's safe!"

"I thought you were on my side!"

"I'm not on anybody's side. I just want you to be safe, Mikey," he said, the last few words coming out as a whimper. "Please... just stay here for me, I'll go and help!"

"BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!"

rhg!Donnie ran in the direction of the tornado, Omega chasing after him.

Mikey waited a beat.

And then began to shuffle towards them, too...

rhg!Donnie ducked in between each and every drone as they sailed around them. He listened for the shouts, for any noise other than the roaring wind whipping around him.

He couldn't hear anything.

He couldn't see anything--

"Hey! Watch out!"

rhg!Donnie jumped. Someone had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him aside. DvD stared the teenager in the face, glaring at him angrily.

"WHAT are YOU doing here?! You're supposed to be watching after--"

His eyes widened as he realized.

"WHERE. IS. HE."

"I left him with Omega!" rhg!Donnie shouted.

"OMEGA IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU!!"

rhg!Donnie turned around to stare the computer in the face -- or rather, icon.

"WHAT?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE WITH HIS BROTHER--"

"I came to make sure you would be --"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute --" DvD stopped the explanation hastily, trying to figure it out. "-- if he's not with us, then who is he with?"

UIFY Mikey crawled across the floor as best he could. He was still wobbly, and every time he tried to stand he got the nastiest dizzy spell. The dizziness was only compounded by the continuing swirling of the mechanical hurricane before him. But he had to get to them, before it was too late...

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Mikey paused, a pair of feet appearing in front of him. He slowly looked up to see AudreyTello standing before him, tech-bō in hand and pointed down at Michael.

"...Heyyyy, Dee... just the guy I wanted to see."

"You're supposed to be dead," AudreyTello said, leaning closer to him.

"Eh. I got better."

"So I see. Shall I remedy that for you?"

Mikey swallowed.

"You're not going to kill me."

"Oh? And why ever not?" AudreyTello chuckled, walking closer as Mikey inched backwards.

"Because we both know that you don't want to hurt me. You didn't hurt me before--"

"An oversight on my part. As I said, I can remedy that," AudreyTello growled, as he cocked back the bō and prepared to strike.

"No. Before the battle. When I helped you, when I gave you some of my strength to fight against the fungus, I could feel what was happening to you. I don't know how or why, but I could sense that you were being sorta... swept away. But not gone for good."

"You're wrong," AudreyTello laughed. "Donatello is DEAD."

"No," Mikey refuted. "I made sure of it. I know you're in there, I know you can see and hear me. That's why you gave me back to DvD when you did."

"You were unconscious for that, how... ah, yes. Your odd little dreams that fill you in on what you've missed," AudreyTello rolled his eyes. "How useful."

"You didn't want to hurt me," Mikey informed him. "Because you're still in there."

"No, he's NOT," AudreyTello growled.

"I know you are. It's why you wouldn't kill me. Why I couldn't kill you. Because you care."

"DONATELLO IS DEAD!!" AudreyTello snapped. "I AM IN CONTROL, YOU HEAR ME?!"

"You can scream all you want, but we both know that isn't true."

"BUT IT HAS TO BE!" Dee sobbed. "IT HAS TO BE TRUE, OTHERWISE... otherwise, I really did all those terrible things to you... your brother... m-my brothers..."

NFIF Donatello's knees started wobbling. He backed away from Mikey.

"I know you're scared. You're probably thinking everything that happened is all your fault, right? You're blaming yourself. The hand told me..."

"No... No, NO! S-STAY BACK!" AudreyTello shrieked, fumbling away from Mikey, who started crawling back towards him.

"You're scared that what you've done is unredeemable, that the mistakes you made will haunt you forever. But that's only true if you let it be true. Because -- whether you want it or not -- I forgive you for everything that happened."

"No, you can't -- Don't say that!" Donatello wept, holding his staff at Mikey, trying to ward him off as though he were a wild animal. "You can't just forgive that, you can't simply forgive him, he tried to spore you! He -- I almost sent you to your doom, I did send you to your doom! MY spores killed you!!"

"Do I look like I'm dead to you? Like I said, you wouldn't hurt me. You didn't know that would happen, it was a freak accident or whatever. And even if you did mean for that to happen... I still forgive you."

"BUT YOU CAN'T--!"

"But I do anyways. Because you're my brother, Dee," Mikey said with a smile, slowly getting up to his feet to stand.

"I-I'm not... I'm not your brother... especially after what I did..."

The tornado of drones behind them started to slow to a lull. The roaring cyclone and whipping wind calming to a gentle breeze in the background.

Mikey smiled at the weeping Donatello. He crawled closer.

"...But I still choose you as my family. And I still forgive you. And your real brothers will, too, because they love you so much more than I ever could! Donnie, do you know how much you are loved? How much we care about you?"

"No... you can't... stop it, stop, please..."

"We all love you so much, nothing you could ever do would make that love go away. No mistake, no failure, no evil monologue could ever make our love for you just simply vanish! We'll fight for you, we'll die for you, we'll live for you, because we love you so much."

"I don't deserve it... please, you can't say that! I don't want your love! I don't want you to keep loving me after everything, I don't deserve it!! I haven't earned it!!"

"You don't have to earn or deserve it, Dee," Mikey said, taking shaky steps towards him.

"Stop, Mikey, st-o-o-p..." Donnie wrapped his arms around himself, clutching his stomach as the alt. version of his baby brother came closer, holding his arms out to hug him.

"It's like Karai always says... anatawa, hitorijin--"

"I'LL KILL YOU!!"

Mikey whirled around just in time to see DvD leap over him, tech-bōfurnished with a saw as he lunged towards his enemy.

DvD crashed into NFIF Donatello, the two rolling around and scuffling on the floor as DvD attempted to avenge his brother.

"No!! Get off of him, what are you doing?! I was just getting through to him!!"

"I'M GOING TO KILL HIM FOR WHAT HE DID TO YOU!!" Donatello Von Draxum screamed.

AudreyTello kicked him off his stomach, tumbling to the side and watching in pure fear as DvD readied his tech bo again. Mikey jumped onto him, clutching his arm tightly as he tried to pull him away.

"Please, this isn't you!!" he begged.

DvD shook his baby brother off, the small child falling to the ground from the exertion and watched in horror as his big brother stormed over to the swayed Donnie.

"You're forgetting, Mikey... I'm the son of Draxum! I never asked to be... but I'm the SON OF DRAXUM, now face my..."

DvD pressed a button on his tech-bō, and it began to glow green as a new and yet unused weapon formed at the end.

"...URANIUM-POWERED FURYYYYY!!!"

"DVD, NO!!!"

Mikey screamed, his wails just barely stopping DvD in his tracks.

"AFTER EVERYTHING HE DID TO YOU... I PROMISED NOTHING WOULD HURT YOU, I SWORE TO PROTECT YOU AND KEEP YOU SAFE! MIKEY, WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"

"You can't hurt him!!" Mikey screamed. "He's YOU! He's my brother, just like you are!! He didn't mean to hurt anyone, I won't let you destroy your soul on my behalf! I won't let you hurt him!"

"...N-no... he's right..."

Mikey stared at NFIF Donatello, as he shakily looked up at the two arguing brothers.

"He should kill me... I deserve it..."

DvD glared at him.

"I TRUSTED you. I told you things about me, about Mikey, and you USE THAT AGAINST ME. The last person who did that --"

"I know," Dee wept. "I know. And you're right... after everything that happened, I don't blame you... I'd do the same. So... s-so go ahead," he cried, hanging his head in shame and resignation. "Do what you want. I did this, I did this to myself. I'm... I'm a monster.

DvD gripped his staff tightly. He took one step forward.

"No, please, don't do this," Michael begged. "Please, there's no coming back from this! Don't --"

"But Mikey, what am I supposed to do?" DvD growled, hot and angry tears filling up behind his visor.

"Forgive and forget."

"But he--"

"KILLING HIM WON'T MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOURSELF, DVD," Mikey scolded. "I KNOW YOU THINK IT'S YOUR FAULT. I KNOW YOU THINK THAT IT WAS YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU LET YOUR GUARD DOWN. IT'S NOT. PLEASE, Please, please..."

Mikey sobbed as he tugged on his brother's cape.

"Don't do it... don't do this, not for me. It won't heal anything..."

Before DvD could respond, the others suddenly came running from every direction towards them, Leon and 'Phael lunged at DvD to pull him back as April and Karai went for Mikey. rhg!Donnie and Omega came running from behind and joined the UIFY gang to Keep DvD at bay, while the rest of the group went to check on NFIF Donatello, who was shaking and sobbing blue tears.

"Get back, Don!" 'Phael yelled, using all his strength to keep his warrior brother away. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"

"He... I... Mikey was..."

"AND JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, MISTER?!" Leon shouted at Michael. "I told you to stay put!"

"I had to help! I knew that Donnie was gonna blame himself and Donnie was gonna try to kill him and the other Donnies wouldn't understand and Donnie needed me so I--"

"I told you to stay--"

"CAN WE PLEASE TURN OFF THE DEATH RAY?!" April shouted loudly over the commotion.

"Oh, right," 'Phael said, snatching the tech-bō away from DvD. Omega came over and helped him to find the right button to switch it off before it could do any real damage.

"How does this child have uranium?!" Omega asked angrily. "Where did he--"

"We can geek out over Donnie's collection of killer rocks later, right now we're kinda on mission?!"

"Oh. Right. Yes, of course..." Omega said sheepishly.

NFIF Raph was by his brother's side almost immediately, taking his hand and trying to soothe him.

"Donnie! Donnie, it's Raph... it's me, can you--"

"R-Raph?" Dee asked looking at him.

"Yeah! C'mon, you're still kinda under the influence of the spores, so I need ya to--"

"You should have let him finish me," Donnie sobbed. "I deserve it!"

"Deserve...? Donald, what are you talking about?" Angelo asked nervously.

"I... I hurt you all!" he wailed. "I keep hurting you, I keep -- I keep ruining -- I'm a villain, I'm a monster, I--"

"HEY."

Dee jerked at the deep rumble that came from his older brother. He turned to look at Raphael.

"No. You are not a villain, you are not a monster. You were stuck in a nightmare and your body was being used like a puppet. You are not to blame for what happened."

"B-but...!"

"Donnie. You were krangified."

Dee froze at the words.

He knew this argument. He was on the other side of it, now...

"If you truly believe that what you did was actually your fault, and that you really are to blame, then you're also saying that it was really me that almost killed--"

"NO!" Dee yelled, gripping his brother's arms tightly to keep him from finishing the thought. "NO! No, I would never say that, I -- it was different, you were -- you -- you weren't yourself at all, they made you into -- it's different this time!"

"How is it any different?"

"BECAUSE THIS TIME IT WAS ME!!" he howled. "YOU DIDN'T DO ANY OF THAT, YOU WEREN'T IN CONTROL--"

"Neither were you!" Angelo reminded him.

"But I--"

"You should hold yourself to the same standards of forgiveness you give to others," Raph said. "I know you feel like you're on some different level of mercy, that the mistakes of others don't matter as much as the mistakes you make, that you should be punished for every little thing you get wrong -- but that's ludicrous. Really, really ludicrous."

"T-two reallys..."

"Exactly, big man. With as big of a genius brain as yours, ya'd think you'd understand that, huh?"

Dee chuckled as he hugged his brothers. The blue glow from his birthmarks slowly faded away, revealing the purple tones underneath.

"You back with us, Don-a-Tron?"

Donnie nodded and mumbled a "mhm" at them.

"Good. Welcome home, Donnie."

"Not yet," he said, slowly pushing himself away as he remembered a crucial detail.

"We still have one last zombie to free..."

"You.... you've destroyed EVERYTHING......"

Every head simultaneously turned.

LeonAudro pulled himself out of the rubble and ruin, rising up to confront them.

He was thin and pale, one eye burning blue while the other was covered with the charred and scarred remains of a mushroom cap and gill, one singular glowing yellow eye gazing furiously at them. His body was veiled over with roots and vines and ring and stem and stalk. Toadstools grew over his shoulder, umbrella mushrooms had sprouted from his plastron.

Raph gasped in horror at how similar he looked to... to... him. When he was part of the kraang.

Angelo covered his mouth to keep from gasping and sobbing.

Donnie stared in silence, his hands curling into tight fists.

"... Don't... be... fooled if I should whimper like a sappy, sobby dope, it's just the spores... they get me low......"

He lumbered lazily towards them. His voice was weak, but in the silence it carried. His breathing was shallow and strained. His face was absolutely painted with the glowing blue tearstains.

"... But don't let my cries deceive you, any moment I could go....."

Angelo whimpered at that verse. He felt Raph grab him by the shoulders and pull him in. Donnie took his hand and squuezed it tight.

"...All my vital signs are failing... cause the fungus I'm inhaling... makes it difficult as heck to catch my bre-ha-heaaaaath...."

He wheezed as he sang, his movements laboured and exhausted.

His brothers watched him, frozen where they were as he continued on closer. And closer.

"...Leo...?"

LeonAudro smiled.

"Guess again."

"Audrey III," Dee snarled. "Let him go."

LeonAudro let out an airy chuckle.

"Why... should... I?"

"LET HIM GO!!" Angelo screamed, his hands igniting into flames for a split second.

“Wow, Miguel. Did someone lose their temper?" LeonAudro gave a wicked smile. "What happened to always thinking positively? All you did was hurt that other April and Karai instead! You tore a family apart! How are you supposed to bring us together when you’re just a violent, blood thirsty, anger filled husk!?"

Angelo's eyes widened. He felt Raph's grip on his shoulders tense. LeonAudro's head tilted to the side as he continued.

"I’ll never feel safe around you again. I bet once April hears what you did she’ll never even come back to the lair. Who knows what you’re capable of now?”

"Stop it," Raph growled. "Leo would never say those things about--"

“Raph, is it easy for you to show your scarred up face to me again when you’ve failed so miserably?" LaonAudro stated, stepping closer to shorten the distance between them all. "Not just now, but again and again and again. How many times will you let me be lost? Injured? Scared? What kind of leader lets his team go on alone? What kind of brother cares so little that I can be missing for so long that this happens!?"

"I... you..."

"You said you’d always protect me!" LeonAudro continued. "You lied! Is this because I’m better than you? Are you punishing me? You want to hurt me? Again?”

"HE SAID STOP IT!" Donnie shouted, standing up definitely against the spore-infected brother before him.

LeonAudro turned his head to peer at his twin.

“And you. You think you're any better?? Your tech was useless, Donnie. Again. Knowing I’m twins with someone who can’t, not even once, save someone he cares about with the only thing he’s good at makes me sick! Maybe you don’t actually care? I bet you’d be fine if I just croaked here and now! You might even like it! I bet you enjoyed getting to play your little villain role because you could hurt us without any consequences! You’re an emotionless, selfish, annoying little freak who wishes he could be normal!”

Donnie's tech-bō materialized a drill in his hands.

"Just because you're using him to say these things doesn't mean it's Leo. We're taking him back. NOW."

LeonAudro sighed glumly.

"It's too late for that, I'm afraid."

"No!" Angelo shouted "We're saving him!!"

LeonAudro somberly lifted his arms up to gesture to the weak and frail body he possessed.

"Look at me, Angie... what is there left to save?? Am I still really worth it to you? Be realistic, I'm better off dead."

"Leo would NEVER say that!" Raph protested.

"You don't know your brother at all..."

LeonAudro gave a weak and meager grin at the boys, his legs nearly giving out beneath him as he struggled to stay upright.

"He's long gone... he really is. Funny, how the spores turned you all into the opposite of who you are... Raphael became a pathetic little worm, willing to give up so easily. Michelangelo became a destroyer, a hate-filled wretch. Donatello couldn't wait to cause the pain of others, to ruin them, to--"

"YOU DID THAT!" Donnie yelled. "That was your twisted vision of us!"

"...And Leonardo. What a poor, unfortunate soul... who would have thought someone so full of hope and endurances could be broken so quickly?"

Raph growled. LeonAudro tilted his head back and grinned wide, licking his lips. The pain tasted so sweet.

"But in the end, he gave up much faster than I expected. Because, he really is just a worthless, wantless, 'WRETCHED LITTLE PEST'."

"NO!" Angie screamed, Raphael having to hold him back from attacking the fungus that covered his brother. "Don't you DARE say that about him!! Leo is still in there! He survived once, we can--"

"ARE YOU DUMB?!" LeonAudro screamed at them, causing everybody to jump back. "OR HARD OF HEARING? OR RELIEVED MY END IS NEARING? ARE YOU SATISFIED?! I SCARED MYSELF TO--"

"NO!!!"

LeonAudro's eyes rolled back, his legs gave out from underneath him.

Raph's hologram arms reached out instantly, catching him and carrying him to them.

"Leo! Leo, wake up, wake up!!" Angelo sobbed, shaking his brother frantically. Donnie grabbed his wrists and yanked him away.

"Angelo, stop, don't shake him like that--"

"But he won't wake up!!"

"He's been weakened by the mushroom," Karai interjected, coming to kneel besides them all. "He doesn't have much time left."

"Well then what do we do?!" Raph sobbed.

"He is still a prisoner of fear," she said sadly, placing the back of her hand against the exposed portion of Leo's forehead, checking for fever. Instead he felt cold, his body shivering and his breaths shuddering. They were getting slower and slower...

"You will need to help free him from the fungus' hold."

"How?!" Angie asked, clinging tightly to Leo's limp hand.

"I can help take you into his nightmare," Karai said. "You can confront him and his fears once you are inside his subconscious."

The boys nodded, each one taking Leo's hand and squeezing tightly as Karai focused on NFIF Leo...

The boys eyes started to glow their signature colours...

They each fell over, lying beside Leonardo on the floor.

Raphael opened his eyes to find himself floating in an empty void.

Well, almost empty.

It was empty in the sense that there were no living beings here. Just debris, wreckage from ginormous mechas and spaceships that were the size of moons. Shards of broken ground and platforms floated about them. There was an odd, twisted version of gravity. Unless you were within five feet of the 'ground', you were basically weightless and could fly around wherever. There was minimal light, and no real source for it. It just sort of faded in and out mysteriously. Though, there were some sharp red pin lights coming from the useless kraang prime suits and ships.

It was cold, here, too. Cold like in the dark room with the --

Yeah. Cold.

Angelo was beside him, as was Dee. He hadn't noticed them at first, the loneliness in this vast empty space was suffocating. He felt like he was going to choke on it.

"Look, there!" Angelo gasped, though in this space his voice carried and echoed so much it was almost a shout.

Angie pointed off into the distance where a single speck of green and blue floated alone. They could hear the faintest weeps coming from it.

"It's Leo!!"

"How do we get to him?" Raph asked, squinting and peering as best he could. His damaged eye was not doing him any favours right now...

"I've got it covered," Donnie said with a grin, grabbing onto Raph's shell. "Oh Raphala, do hang on to Angelo for us, please."

Raph hugged his brother to his chest. Donatello's ninpo activated, creating a huge jetpack that was twice their cumulative size, and the trio blasted off to save their brother from this duplicate prison dimension.

"We're almost there!" Angelo shouted.

"Great, how do we slow down?!" Donnie yelled back.

"YOU DON'T KNOW HOW??"

"In case you haven't noticed, Angelo, this place doesn't exactly follow the typical rules of physics! Unless there's something to slow our accelerated direction, we'll just keep going forever!"

"Raph's got it!" Raphael called out, his ninpo creating a gigantic arm and grabbing onto the broken down ship hull that was just in front of them.

The trio slid down, Angelo using his chains to keep them levitated around their team leader as he drifted motionless, his three brothers surrounding him. They didn't notice the deep dark circles under his eyes, the wounds covering his body, the tearstains that seemed to have been made a permanent addition to his face, the tattered and chipped sword with the dented hilt wrapped in weathered and worn masks, each mask a different but familiar colour... They were just relieved to see him still somewhat alive.

"Leo? Leo, we're here to rescue you--"

Raph had started to reach out for him, but before he could touch his shell the masks tied to the sword suddenly flew at him, transforming into apparitions that haunted the slider, growling and snarling at Raphael, keeping him away.

"GAAH! What the--?! Now there's ghosts? Who's the creepy old guy?"

The ghouls circled around Leonardo. They seemed to be guarding Leo from outsiders... Angelo recognized the fine halo of colour that surrounded them as they circled about him like vultures. One red: large and bulky and missing an eye, the spines on his shell were singed and the entire front of him was burned and scarred beyond recognition; the second purple: a thick shield over his back and broken goggles that covered his damaged face; the last one orange: balding with liver spots and a massive cape that flowed behind him, his hands shattered like glass as remnants and shards of him followed behind as he circled Leonardo, who pressed the sword closer to his chest. Angie swallowed, a sick feeling growing in his stomach.

"I... I think those ghosts are..."

"R-Raph..."

Leo slowly turned to gaze back at Raphael. Tears were pouring down his cheeks.

"Leo! Tell your futuristic guard dogs that we're friendly!"

Leo hiccupped sobs as he watched them.

"I... can't control them..."

"Then we'll find a way through!" Dee yelled, readying his bō staff.

"Th-they're not here to trap me..." he whimpered. "They're here to protect you..."

"Protect us? From what?"

"...Me..."

Leo hugged the sword as tightly as he could, as if it were everything he'd lost in the world.

"They all died saving me. Protecting me. Following my orders. Heck, I actually TOLD Mikey to sacrifice himself! Look what I did to them. What I'll eventually do to you, too..."

Leo curled up tighter into himself, clutching the sword. It's edges were dull, the shine lost ages ago, scuffed and marked and dirty and unloved. Like him. Just like him...

"They hate me, and I deserve it..."

Raph could hear the voices... soft echoes that were earworms, whispering breaths that had their voices plastered onto them, but altered -- gruffer, older, deeper, more strained with time and trauma.

"...it hurts, leo..."

"...you were supposed to protect us, leo..."

"...why did we have to do it instead, leo..?"

With every word, Leo's light began to dim, the colour in his skin and birthmarks faded and became desaturated. With every utterance, his grip on the sword loosened. He was fading away...

Raphael sucker-punched the ghost of his future bad timeline self in the face, sending him reeling back as the ghouls screeched in response. Raph screamed back at them.

"Stop talking about my brother that way!! I would never, ever say those things!"

The two other ghosts lunged at him, but were no match for the younger flesh-and-blood counterparts. Donnie swung his bō at his future phantom, smacking it into the side of its head and sending it careening into the distance. Angelo had his chains swirl around the eldery version of himself and -- with a flick of the wrist -- sent the geezer spiraling into oblivion.

Raphael jumped to Leon and clung to him as firmly as possible.

"Leo. I need you to listen to me, because I'm only ever going to be able to tell this to you once. I never told anyone this, not you or our bros or pops or April or Casey Jr. or anybody. Not even my teddy bears or Princess Peach figurine. So you'd better pay close attention to this confession."

Raph took in a deep breath. He knew Donnie and Angie were listening too. Good. They all might as well hear it, he definitely did not plan to ever bring it up again.

"...When I was part of the kraang -- particularly when I was fighting you -- the kraang tricked me. They'd tricked me before, they'd made me think that I was coming to save you after I'd managed to escape them, They made me think I'd come home... but it was a trick. A dream."

"That was how they found the lair..." Donnie muttered to himself.

"Yeah, well... when I was in the technodrome... when you came to rescue me, and we fought... the kraang did it again. I thought... I thought everyone was dead. Mikey and Donnie were on the floor, they were skewered and bleeding and dead and... and you were in front of me, begging me to save you. A kraang monster or something had you in its grip, and I tried to -- it kept fighting me, every time I went to save you. I was going to kill it to rescue you, I... I didn't realize until after we got home, and you guys explained everything to me -- it was you I was fighting."

Leo ugly sobbed, his face scrunching up as he wrapped his limbs all around Raphael, just like how he used to when he was a kid and needed as much love as he could receive from his big brother. Raph held him closely and rocked him back and forth, giving long gentle strokes down from the top of his head to the middle of his shell.

"B-b-b-but it w-was MY fault that y-you were, were--!" Leo blubbered, Raph interrupting his wails to continue.

“From the moment I knew I had brothers, I knew I would do anything to protect you no matter what you did! You want to know what I really hate about you, Leo!? It’s that you think we don’t like you! We love you. Always have, always will. So stop being dumb and let us help you!”

"Raph's right!" Angelo said, coming close and cupping Leo's stained cheek and giving him his signature sunshine smile. "Even if we died in some other future, and even if it was for you, that was what we decided! If we didn’t do it for you then it would probably have been anyone else in the family! And it’s not because we don’t care about ourselves, it’s because we’ll always take care of each other!”

“I have never, ever known a world without you and I don’t want to!" Donnie added, taking his hand. "If you know how I die then….I would have hoped it was next to you. I hope it was you telling some dumb story or telling a terrible joke! If you don’t want me to die so badly, think about how much I don’t want you to! But that’s what you’re doing! Do not die on me Leo!….Please.” Donnie begs.

Leo's eyes brightened, the colour slowly coming back to his face, the sickly blue in his eyes dripping away as it was replaced, not only by his true blue, but by a mixture of red, orange, and purple. The crescents along his arms and around his eyes began to glow, as did the birthmarks on his brothers.

It was familiar, seeing the light shine in this desolate and lonely place.

But not so lonely anymore...

Leo's eyes slowly opened.

The real world hurt and ached. The arena compound's lights burned his retinas, the sounds and cries deafened him, the warm touch from every hand that reached out for him burned his chilled and slightly feverish skin. Something was pulled from his face -- it had been stuck to his mask and skin but relented in the end, falling off with ease; the roots and mycelium threads gently slipping out of his epidermis. Out of the corner of his blurry vision, he saw UIFY Donnie take the last remnants of the mushroom and disintegrate it with some kind of death ray... good.

Leo barely registered that his brothers were holding him, clutching him close to them and saying loving things to him, trying to get him to respond as proof that he was back with them. Proof he was alive. Not just breathing, but alive. Because when you're a prisoner of fear, you're basically walking dead. And Leo was so tired of being dead in himself. He wanted to live again...

Leo managed a smile to let them know he was alright.

And he fell asleep... with no nightmares.

When Leo awoke again, he was in the medbay. His head was bandaged, and an IV was stuck into his thin and emaciated arm. Raphael was snoring by his bedside, holding his hand in his sleep as he drooled onto the mattress. Dee was reading an article on his tablet in the corner, while Angelo was fidgeting with his wrappings and looking over the new collection of scars he'd gotten.

"...Heyyyy, guys, when's the entr'acte?" Leo joked.

Somehow immediately Raph's head shot up as he snorted awake.

"Snrrk--! Leo? LEO!!"

Raphael wrapped his arms around him in a bear hug, crying into his shoulders as Leo tried to convince him that he was okay. Donnie and Angie joined in soon, with Donnie taking the opposite side of the bed and Angelo simply jumping up onto the mattress and flattening his bedridden bro.

After ten minutes of wholesome crying between the four of them, inspecting each others' injuries and coming upon the decision that they were all lucky to be alive, they calmed down and brought up an important conversation.

"So... we're leaving now, right?" Leo asked, looking around the room for any objections. It was an awkward silence he got instead.

"I mean, it's for the best, right?"

"I think so," Donnie sighed. "We've caused enough trouble already."

"And we lost the contest, anyhow," Raph added. "There's... no real reason to stay."

"I would have liked to say goodbye to everyone, though," Angelo sighed. "But... after everything that happened... maybe you're right. A quiet exit is probably best." He gave an airy chuckle. "In any case, I'm honestly too emotionally exhausted to even try a conversation with anyone."

"We can leave a written apology," Dee offered.

"Good idea," Leo said with a fragile smile. "Let's go."

The four took a small piece of paper and wrote down their apologies to everyone. Leo cried during his portion. Donatello snapped his pencil tip during his. Angelo couldn't find the right words and ended up doing a fourth and fifth draft before Raph finally told him he was done. Raph's section of the note was long and overly poetic, but truly heartfelt.

They left the note on the pillow, and silently left the room.

"Do you even know which way the exit is?" Dee asked.

"No, but I'm pretty sure it's around here somewhere..." Leo replied, as he turned his head around every corner.

"You'd think a med ward would have better signage!" Raph bemoaned softly.

"Look, there it is!" Angelo said, dragging the others to a doorway.

The doors swung open.

"Great, now we can escape without anybody--"

The crowd cheered.

The four boys were stopped in their tracks as an enormous crowd of people with signs and posters and gifts came and shouted their names. For a moment, Leo clutched his katanas and prepared to fight them all before realizing this wasn't an angry mob.

"Guys! Look! It's NO FUN IN FUNGUS!!!"

"They're okay!"

"Thank you for saving us!!"

"You guys are the best!"

"Hey, I know that team!"

"Way to go, you guys!!"

Everyone was here...

rhg!Donnie stood with Ghost, smiling and clapping along with the rest. Ghost gave them a thumbs up. Abby and Diana were screaming cheering their heads off, their universe's Huginn and Munnin wearing tiny t-shirts that had the phrase 'I survived the great Spore Invasion of 2024' scribbled onto them. The Spider-Teetlez were shouting and screaming, Slider-Punk playing celebratory music on his guitar. The mods and employees were here too, ecstatic over the grand victory that they had made, and the fact that they were okay and alive. Even the void brothers were also there, grumpy but willing to let bygones be bygones. Especially after they'd had the effects of the fungus' control over them, they understood what it could make you do.

The entire competition was here.

The teens stared in awe. Leo had started to cry again.

They... they were happy for them?

Happy that they were okay? No one blamed them? No one was angry, no one was bitter, they were simply thankful for their recovery?? They were cheering them on, despite the fact that not 5 hours ago they had almost doomed them all...

But nobody cared about that. Thank Pizza SUPREME.

They just cared that they were okay.

Leonardo smiled.

Raph nudged him forward.

"Well, face-man?" he asked, smiling down at him. "What do we do now?"

Leo chuckled.

"...I guess it wouldn't hurt to stay for a little while longer...!"

And that is that.

They are safe. Leo knows it was not his fault, it was not his blame. They are all returned to each other, the spores destroyed completely. Or, at least until another author chooses to use an ask. And the UIFY family is also resting comfortably, back in the medbay yet again.

Everyone is safe and sound.

Even I. The Hand.PNG.

You didn't truly think I was gone for good, did you?

No, of course not!

Ah well, their crossover is completed. They may join together at some other time, but until that moment comes, I think they deserve a good rest, now that their task is complete.

And mine as well. I wonder what I shall do now... I'm sure the authors will find some way for me to have fun with them again. I do so love being in their stories.

However, there is one last thing I must do, though it pains me to do it...

The Until I Found You AU cannot remember this final battle. I'm sorry, I know. But they simply cannot. They are not ready to understand the concept of the Authors, nor their ninpo. Especially their ninpo. It isn't their time. They aren't meant to know these things yet. But soon... Someday, perhaps they will be allowed to recall all they did, but until then they must forget their feats... and forget me, as well. I shall become a shadow of a memory. Ah, but it isn't too sad! Most of them probably wish they could forget me! And I don't blame them. It was quite a run I had, eh? Quite a story we told.

And yet, there is one last part of the story left to tell...

UIFY Mikey woke up somewhat groggily from a strange dream. He wasn't sure how he got here, in the medbay... he could remember... getting spored in the lounge area... but... not much after. There were vague recollections of a battle... an explosion... versions of his family... but nothing solid, nothing that wasn't a fuzzy blur and left him with a woozy spell when he tried to think about it a little too hard.

Oh well. If he couldn't remember it, then it probably wasn't worth remembering!

He was downright exhausted, though. He felt like he could sleep for an eternity or two.

The only reason he'd woken up in the first place was because of someone... humming....

"...With every job when it's complete, there is a sense of bittersweet... That moment when you know the task is done..."

Mikey groggily opened his eyes to look over at the singing lady. She must've been a mod, or an employee, or a nurse or something. She was human, wearing an oversized denim jacket and tiny pale lavender flowers and petals in her messy hair. She was placing a small tray of water and crackers, plus a tiny bouquet of bright yellow daffodils on the bedside table.

"...Though in your heart you'd like to stay, to help things on their way... You've always known... They must do it alone..."

The lady turned to smile at him.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Um, no, not really," Mikey lied.

"How are you doing?" she asked, checking his hands to make sure they were alright. Her fingers traced over each scar and blemish... an impressive feat, considering Mikey's bandages covered them and she couldn't have seen the marks.

"I'm alright," he yawned. "A little... woozy..."

"I understand wholly. Here, have some water..."

She gave the cup to Mikey, who slurped it down. Mikey thought her hands looked familiar... he wasn't sure why, though. But something about how real they were...

"Thanks..." he gulped, having downed the entire glass.

"No probbles. I just wanted to take a quick moment and make sure you were doing well!"

"I'm okay," Mikey chuckled. "Are my families... is the NFIF team okay? Did we save em?"

"Yes, they're all present and accounted for," she said with a grin. They're just in the other room. I think the med ward should be releasing you all soon... You deserve a big respite, I think. You've done a lot. Oh yeh, I also wanted to quick tell you something!"

"Tell me something?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Yep! I wanted to let you know how important you are."

"Me?" Mikey laughed, wondering what this was about. "Important??"

"Oh yeah! Mhm! I know you sometimes feel like your personal story isn't glamorous, or that you might not be so impressive, or that others are doing better than you. But you should know how wonderful and amazing you are. Did you know, people talk all the time about how inspiring and relatable you are! And I just think that's wonderful."

"You make it sound like I'm a character in a story!" Mikey laughed.

"Well, we're all kind of like the main character of our own stories, aren't we?" she beamed.

"I never thought about it like that, actually," Mike hummed, tapping his chin. "What do you think your character's purpose is about?"

She paused, not expecting that query. Her eyes darted upwards, reflecting the light against the green and amber gold that speckled her irises, and bouncing off of her cheeks with white radiance. She pondered the question for a second before smiling brightly.

"I'd say prolly the same as yours," she stated. "I think I'm meant to inspire."

She laughed afterwards.

"Or at least, I hope I inspired somebody! Anywhoser, I'd better let you get back to your rest," the girl sighed, a sort of melancholic exhale that said she'd rather stay longer, but had to go.

"Oh, okay!" Mikey yawned, snuggling deeper under his blankets. He thought about going to see the guys before they left...

"See you around," the girl said as she walked away....

Mikey wondered who the human girl was, if not a nurse. She wasn't dressed like a nurse. Maybe she belonged to an AU... Ah, well. Maybe he would see her again one of these days.

Boots waited outside the medbay for their 'accomplice'. She'd wanted to make a dramatic exit and say 'hello' -- or rather, 'goodbye'. For now.

The competition was so nice in the calm and quiet aftermath. Tiny turtle tots giggled as they chased one another for their games. Parent versions of Leo and Donnie and Mikey and Raph and Cassandra and everyone else meandered about with their wards. A water fountain nearby trickled. The sweet scent of chocolate cake pops filled the air. As Boots waited, they pulled out a few stickers and decorated a scrapbook they'd brought with them. A mushroom sticker was placed on an electric blue sheet of paper. Boots enjoyed the peace... they hoped it would last for a little while. At least, until the next story came into play. Speaking of, out from the medbay frollocked the self-proclaimed weird kid author, smiling happily.

"All good?" Boots asked.

"All good," Pheebs responded, her denim jacket bouncing along with every skip she took. "They're all sleeping, now."

"I'm glad you got to see them; I wouldn't even dare to see my guys after what happened," Boots laughed.

"You wouldn't have to say who you were," Pheebs clarified. "I mean, it's not like they know what you look like."

"True, but even still, it'd freak me out too much and I'd end up spilling some of the beans!"

Pheebs laughed at that.

"I guess... anyways, shall we go?"

"I'm ready if you are," Boots sighed, folding up the scrapbook supplies and tucking it away. "Our guys deserve a good long rest..."

"Yeah. Though..."

"Though?"

"...I think I have one last moment I want to include."

End of Act 3

Epilogue

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-> Summary: Ron realizes he may have just found someone who truly sees him for who he is. -> Warnings: they/them pronouns are used - generally meant to be gn, mentions of favoritism in families. -> Word Count: 600(ish) -> Abbreviations: (Y/n) - Your name | (N/n) - Nickname [I do not own harry potter, nor support the supposed author. This universe is merely a safe place for me.] Find related content here. (my Harry Potter master-post)

I can just imagine how he must feel, being the youngest of 5 brothers, knowing your mother desperately wanted a girl instead of you. On top of that, the never-ending ideals and expectations he needed to live up to. Having 5 older brothers created more pressure, and less of a space for him to be himself. - Then you came and changed everything. He didn't quite understand it, but you always found a way to see things no one else saw. You made him feel like he was worth something. It wasn't a struggle to be seen by you, and in your eyes, it was just him. Oh how he loved your eyes... But that's a story for another day. - "Happy birthday Ron!" The 5th year plopped a poorly wrapped present in the unsuspecting boys lap, causing him to look at them warily. "What-? (N/n), you didn't have to do that.." He mumbled, his ears turning read as he messed with the wrappings on the present. "Like I wouldn't get my best friend something? Rubbish that is, now open it before I do!" (Y/n) eagerly smiled, making themself comfortable in the open spot next to him. "Well.. alright.." He would sigh, glancing down at the lumpy present. It felt wrong to open it, he knew how much effort they must have put into wrapping it. The wrapping was a neutral color, with a tan ribbon holding it altogether. Carefully undoing the ribbon, his breath hitched as he got a peek at what was inside. Unable to stop himself, he tore the wrapping quickly, before gaping at what was inside. "You don't like it do you?" (Y/n) pouted, a skeptical eye on him as they tried to read his reaction, but worry filled them as tears begin falling down his cheeks. "Ah- Ron, don't cry! I didn't think it was that bad, here I'll-" (Y/n) went to grab it from him, but Ron quickly yanked it from their grasp. "Did you make this?" Ron quietly demanded, feeling the fabric within his fingers. It was a sweater, a knit one at that. It wasn't perfect, but it was just his size. But that wasn't what mattered. "I thought you would like it.. Honest. I didn't want you to cry." His friend would frantically begin to apologize before stiffening as Ron finally met their gaze. "It's orange." He gave (Y/n) a soft smile, adoration in his eyes. This only confused the poor thing even more. "Well ya? You hate burgundy." They stated, as if it was written on his forehead. More tears fell down his face, before he put the sweater down to envelop (Y/n) in a hug. "Ron?" They mumbled into his shoulder, his actions only concerning them further. "You're right. I hate burgundy." He laughed, holding them for a few more moments. The love he had felt festering all these years began blossoming even more. (Y/n) knew his favorite color, something his own mother struggled to remember.

Author's note: I told y'all I'm back! I missed you pookies! <3 Anyway, I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think! Please let me know of any suggestions or feedback! Please do remember this is meant to be a safe space, and I am still grasping my creative writing skills.

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Radio Gaga (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: Reader is a late night radio DJ in Memphis, one of Elvis’ favorites. Your song choices are perfect, and he practically falls asleep listening to the sound of your voice. When you’re one of the first DJs to play ‘That’s All Right,’ he’s starstruck, especially when you request an interview.

Note: I don’t know how radio station abbreviations work so I didn’t bother with that, just the show’s name. Reader is gender neutral. Please let me know what y’all think! Requests are open🔮 Do not interact with my blog or posts if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word Count: 3.2k words.

Warnings: Some sexual talk but nothing explicit.

As soon as 11 o’clock hit, Elvis rushed over to a radio in a side room in Club Handy, ignoring B.B.’s jokes about his devotion to Memphis After Hours. He’d come upon the show by chance one night, unable to fall asleep yet too tired to get up and put on one of his records. He had turned on the radio that sat on his nightstand, tuning in and out for something decent. A smile spread across his face as he caught the last half of a Howlin’ Wolf song. What had really gotten him, however, was the voice that came through the speaker when the song was over. Only known as Moonstruck, he felt his breath catch in his throat when they introduced the next song. Since then, he was hooked.

The station didn’t even play that type of music during the day, when he had tuned in again. He figured they needed someone to fill the night spot, and found that Moonstruck hosted the show on Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday nights. Sometimes they’d have guests on, doing interviews with up and coming artists. From the moment he started recording music, he’d imagine what his interview with Moonstruck would be like. He liked other radio DJs, but hardly missed Memphis After Hours if he could help it.

He turned the dial up after the last DJ signed off and the advertisements that played in the few minutes between shows were over.

"Welcome to Memphis After Hours. If you’re one of the night owls listening in, don’t expect to sleep any time soon, because I’ve got some music for ya that’ll keep ya wide awake," Moonstruck said. "I’m playing this song first because, well, I haven’t been able to stop listening to it. Now, this is by a new artist from Sun Records, Elvis Presley’s ‘That’s All Right.’ I promise you’ll be at the record shop tomorrow buying it."

He thought he was going to pass out. He’d only dreamed of this happening, but when the music started, there was no denying it—that was his voice. Unable to contain his excitement, he let out a a holler that sent B.B. into the room.

"What’s goin’ on EP?"

"Moonstruck’s playin’ my song! That’s what’s goin’ on!"

"You must think you’re some hot shit, then," B.B. joked.

"They said they couldn’t stop listening to it," Elvis said in disbelief, staring at the radio as his voice emitted from it, courtesy of Memphis After Hours.

Over at Memphis After Hours, you busied yourself with looking at your schedule for the following week’s shows, humming and nodding along to the song. You weren’t exaggerating when you announced to your listeners that you’d been playing it nearly non-stop since you bought it a few days earlier. It’d led to your coworkers telling you to close your door as your personal copy of the single spun almost endlessly on the company-provided record player in your small office.

You mostly did administrative work at the radio station, coming in for a few hours in the mornings to help with paperwork and getting schedules in order. When your boss had lamented that the previous host of Memphis After Hours had quit to take a coveted spot as a daytime host at another station, you jumped at the chance to take it.

Your boss agreed to give you the spot, as long as you kept up with the advertisers and programming yourself. No one wanted to work nights, but you didn’t care as long as you got to do what you loved. Your parents weren’t so pleased to hear you’d be out so late, and made you promise to call them before you left the station each night. Besides that, you were basically unsupervised, the only person in the building after 11pm, besides the nighttime security guard. The night of your first show, you’d been so nervous about potentially embarrassing yourself that you decided to go by Moonstruck rather than your given name, just in case things didn’t pan out. That had been nearly a year ago, and the name still stuck.

The biggest setback was not being able to take callers, since the guy who operated the phone switchboard left at six, but you found up and coming musicians eager to fill in the time with interviews on Friday nights, even though you didn’t have a huge audience. You’d picked up ‘That’s All Right’ from the record store earlier that week as a matter of course, always on the search for new music for yourself and Memphis After Hours. You loved what Sun Records’ artists were putting out, and tried to play their music and other smaller labels as much as you could.

‘That’s All Right’ by the extremely unknown Elvis Presley stirred something in you that you’d never felt listening to another song, and you had to resist the urge to play it through the whole show. You made a note to contact Sun Records on Monday to schedule an interview with Elvis. You’d interviewed some of their artists in the past.

The show went on without a hitch, and you almost considered playing ‘That’s All Right’ one more time to close it out. You spent the weekend with your friends, who teased you when you looked through a diner’s jukebox for the song when you all went out Saturday night.

When Monday rolled around, you walked into work, immediately assigned various tasks from the other radio DJs who definitely didn’t take you seriously for doing a weeknight show. Still, when you sat down in your office, the most important thing on your mind was calling Sun Records.

You spoke with Marion first, catching up a bit as you’d gotten to know her well enough from how often you called the label. She handed the phone over to Sam, who was thrilled when you expressed interest in interviewing Elvis and had promised to get back to you as soon as he heard from him. In their excitement, they had forgotten to let you know that Elvis was a fan of yours too.

As with most of his breaks from work, Elvis hung out on Beale Street, staring in shop windows at the clothes on display and talking with musicians busking on the street. He dropped in to the Sun Records office. Marion was busy at her typewriter, but when she saw him walk in, she gasped, running into Sam’s office. He stood in front of her desk, confused as to what was going on, until Marion practically pushed Sam into the room.

"I was just fixin’ to call you," Sam said.

"‘Bout what?"

"Guess who just asked to interview you?"

"The president," Elvis joked.

"Moonstruck!" Marion exclaimed.

He could feel his breath catch in his throat. "You better not be messin’ with me right now."

"Nope,” she said, checking the notepad she had written the information on, “they said they’ve got 11:15 open for this Thursday or Friday if you’re available. If not, next week they have—"

"Friday. I’ll be there Friday."

"Alright, make sure ya get there ‘round 10:30 so they can go over some things with you before the show," Sam said.

Elvis nodded, smiling as Marion hugged him in congratulations. He knew Memphis After Hours wasn’t a huge radio show, but to him it was everything. He couldn’t wait to tell, well, everyone.

As much as you hated it, you found yourself hanging by the telephone, hesitant to leave it in case you missed a call from Sam about Elvis. A little after one in the afternoon, your phone rang, and Sam let you know to expect to see Elvis on Friday. You thanked him as calmly as you could until you hung up and let out a laugh in relief.

The rest of the week seemed to drag on—for both of you. You’d tried to keep your mind on your work, but found yourself making simple mistakes as your thoughts wandered to what he’d be like, much to your coworkers’ chagrin. Meanwhile B.B. teased Elvis for looking like a lovesick puppy every time he saw him that week. He couldn’t help it, just when it seemed like Friday wouldn’t roll around, the time seemed to inch forward that night. So, at a quarter after ten he had grown restless, and if anything, he figured being early would make a good impression.

He walked into the radio station, finding an older man sitting at the front desk. The security guard didn’t acknowledge his presence, focused on the crossword puzzle on the back of the morning newspaper.

Elvis cleared his throat.

The security guard didn’t so much as look up when he uttered, "What?"

"I’m here for an interview with Moonstruck," he said.

He nodded, motioning to the door next to him. "Down the hall, third office on the left. If you’ve reached the washrooms you’ve gone too far."

"Thank ya."

Elvis repeated the security guard’s instructions to himself in his head as he walked. Not that it was difficult to find, there was only one office with the door open and lights on. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door frame.

You looked up from your desk, a smile on your face that made him feel like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. As soon as he saw you, he couldn’t remember how he used to picture you. It was always just you.

"You must be Elvis Presley, right on time," you said. "I’m—"

"Moonstruck," he whispered, almost as if in awe.

You couldn’t help but giggle. "You can call me Y/N. It’s great to meet you, Elvis. Please, make yourself comfortable."

"It’s great to finally meet you, Y/N," he said.

"You listen to the show?"

"’Course I do. I couldn’t believe it when you played my song the other night."

"I’m flattered. Most of the musicians I interview have never heard of my show until I reach out. I think I’ve only got a thousand or so regular listeners," you said. "Enough about me. We can go over the interview questions so you’re not on the spot, but is there anything specific you want me to mention or ask about?"

Shit. He’d been so preoccupied just thinking about meeting you he hadn’t even considered any promotional stuff he could be doing.

"Uh, I have some shows coming up."

"Perfect, where and when?"

He rattled off a few dates and locations, most of them not too far from Memphis. You made note of them on your typed up sheet of interview questions.

"If there’s any that you can make it to, I’ll make sure ya get the best view in the house," he promised, leaning in closer to you.

"Anywhere I can see your face is a great view," you responded, eyes widened when you realized what you had said.

A handsome smirk spread across his face. "I could say the same about you, darlin’."

You failed to bite back a smile at his words as you wrote. He was talented, drop-dead gorgeous, and a fan of your show. Check, check, and check.

Running through the questions with him before the show, you were glad to find the two of you had so much in common—except food, as you found yourself nearly gagging when he confessed his favorite meal was a fried peanut butter, banana, and bacon sandwich, courtesy of his mama. He insisted it was greatest thing you could ever eat. The two of you kept talking and flirting, getting way off track from the interview questions you had written down. In fact, you had lost track of time so much that when you glanced up at the clock on the wall, you noticed you were minutes away from missing your cue to go on air.

Grabbing your notes and his jacket sleeve, you led him back up the hallway, making your way over to the studio. Your coworker in the booth threw his arms up in exasperation, and you shrugged in response. As the pre-recorded ad reads played, your coworker left, uttering a half-hearted ‘good night.’

"There’s only about three minutes before we go on," you said, walking inside. "The interview isn’t until about fifteen minutes or so into the show, but you’re gonna have to introduce yourself at the beginning."

You noticed Elvis hesitating at the door, eyes all over the inside of the studio until they locked on you when you walked over to him.

"Everything okay?" you asked.

"I’m nervous," he admitted.

"Elvis, you’ll be fine. We went over everything already. Don’t think of it as an interview, just two friends talking about music," you said.

"Christ," he muttered to himself. "I’ll try."

"If that doesn’t work, you know what they say in show business," you said.

"What’s that?"

"Just imagine that everyone else in the room is naked," you joked, turning back around into the empty studio.

You sat down in front of the switchboard, putting on your headphones and getting yourself situated as the last few advertisements played between shows.

On cue, you began recording, greeting your listeners and letting them know you had a guest that night. Despite his nerves, Elvis sounded great when he introduced himself. You gave him an encouraging smile and went on to announce the next few songs you’d be playing. When you looked up from putting the records in place, Elvis’ gaze was set on you, appearing more focused than before. Whatever switched in him, you were glad for it.

The interview was one of the best ones you’d ever done. He answered confidently, and the conversation between you flowed naturally as he spoke about his music and influences. He even threw in some thanks to Sun Records and his mama, which you thought was sweet. You mentioned his upcoming shows, encouraging your listeners to attend.

Even after the interview ended, he stuck around, giving you song suggestions and trying to make you laugh whenever you had to read for an advertiser. The hour went by quickly, time seemed to race by when you were with him. You’d never felt a connection like that with anyone before.

You signed off the show, letting the last few advertisements play before shutting down the station’s broadcast for the night. He exhaled as if he’d been holding his breath.

“That went great! I told you it’d be fine,” you said.

He smiled. “Like ya said, just two friends talkin’ about music.”

“Well, I better pack up,” you said, gathering your things to bring back to your office.

"Got any plans for the rest of the night?" he asked.

"Depends on you," you answered.

"Well, if you’re lookin’ to stay out, I know a place that’s always jumpin’ if you’d care to join me."

"That sounds perfect. Let me just call home," you said, before adding, "Parents, ya know."

"Trust me, I know," he agreed.

He waited as you called your family from your office phone, letting them know you’d be out late and to not expect you back for a few hours. The call was quick, and when you hung up, he put his hand on the small of your back as the two of you left the radio station, with no acknowledgement from the security guard.

Elvis led you to his truck, parked right near the entrance of the building. He was appalled when you informed him you’d usually take the late route bus or simply walk home, as your parents’ place was a few streets away. Still, he insisted it was dangerous, and went as far as to offer to drive you home every night. You laughed, taking the offer as a joke as you slid into the passenger seat of the truck.

"Where to, Presley?" you asked, when he revved the engine.

"I know a place," he said with a smile that you swore would have had you weak in the knees if you were standing up.

You admired his side profile as he drove, and he teased you for staring. You couldn’t help it, he looked like a dream, from his half-buttoned black lace shirt to his plush pink lips to the eyeliner that accented his electric blue eyes. Your gaze wandered to his big hands that gripped the steering wheel, and you wondered how they’d feel on your—

"This is where you’ll hear some of the best music of your life," he said, pointing to Club Handy as he navigated the bustling crowds of Beale Street to find a place to park.

He rushed out to get the door for you and held your hand as the two of you crossed the street to the club. You smiled, squeezing his hand and giggling in excitement. You were thrilled at how well you and Elvis clicked, and so quickly, too. You had almost identical taste in music, so you trusted that Club Handy would be just as great as he’d said.

The bouncers standing outside of the club’s front doors greeted him when he walked up, letting the two of you in without a wait. He led you through a crowd of people, most of whom seemed to know him. He wasn’t lying, Club Handy was jumping, and you weren’t sure why you hadn’t been there before.

The music playing made your head spin and your toes curl. The smell of sweat, strong cologne, and booze clouded your senses. That’s how you knew it was good. Elvis seemed to notice you looking a bit flustered, so he led you over to the bar.

"Order whatever you want, baby. It’s on me," he said.

You gave the bartender your order, as did he. They were simple enough, but just when your glasses were placed in front of you, Elvis seemed to spot someone he knew.

"Hold on, I got a friend I want you to meet," Elvis said, leaving you at the bar with your drink.

"Is he always like this?" you asked the bartender.

"The boy’s wired to something," he responded with a shrug.

Elvis was back in a flash, a bright smile on his face with a man in tow who you swore was—

"Y/N, I’d like you to meet my friend B.B. King."

"No way!" you exclaimed, hopping up from your seat. You were a fan of B.B.’s, but knew he was way too big of a musician to be interviewed on your show. Meeting him in person was the next best thing.

"So you’re Moonstruck?"

"I sure am. It’s so great to meet you," you said. "I’m such a big fan."

"You know Elvis here’s your biggest fan. I mean the lengths he’ll go to just to hear Memphis After Hours is—"

"Alright, B.B., that’s enough," Elvis said, scratching his jaw in an attempt to distract from the blush that was spreading across his cheeks.

B.B. grinned. "I guess that’s my cue to leave. Nice meeting you."

"You too!"

As B.B. sauntered off, Elvis took the seat at the bar next to you, throwing back his whiskey. "Sometimes he talks too much," he muttered.

"Don’t be embarrassed," you said, rubbing his arm. "I like you a lot."

"How much is a lot?" he asked, leaning in.

"Enough to kiss you right now."

Without hesitation, he closed the gap between you. His lips were soft, but the kiss was rough as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. You tried to resist the burning in your lungs to come up for air until you couldn’t ignore it any longer. You’d never been kissed like that before, and you never wanted to be kissed any other way again.

Breathlessly, you stared at his smug expression as he caught his breath next to you.

"By the way, thanks for the advice back in the radio station. It did made me feel better," he said.

"Advice?" you asked, your brain buzzing from the kiss and the alcohol.

He grinned like a tiger about to pounce. "Picture everyone else in the room naked."

#elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis #elvis 2022 #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis

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runwayrunway · 9 months

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No. 40 - Southwest Airlines

One of my most requested posts, it's time to cover a carrier anyone who's flown in the US is probably very familiar with. After all, Southwest has for decades been the largest low-cost carrier in the world by both revenue and fleet size (though IndiGo is coming for that title).

Southwest's history is longer and more substantial than many may think, a central figure in the genesis of what we now know as the low-cost carrier. But one thing I think a lot of people know is their livery.

A common theme on this blog is trends in airline liveries - in particular, the modern trend towards the minimalist, sterile, underdesigned, and above all generic. As an anecdotal example, someone who lives near Boston's Logan Airport, the 16th-busiest airport in the US and 30th-busiest in the world, served by every major US airline and every major international carrier from countries within 787 range, were they to watch the takeoffs and landings, would be treated to the following...menagerie.

Can you believe these planes fly for different and indeed unrelated airlines?

Safe to say from 5,000 feet below it's a challenge to tell these planes apart. Even taxiing past them you'd need to pay attention. If I forced someone to squint I'm not sure they could identify them properly. How about Southwest?

Bam.

Southwest Airlines was founded in an era that borders on incomprehensible to those of my age bracket. The United States is a nation united in grumbling about Spirit Airlines, and most of Europe is constantly cursing Ryanair under their breath, but it wasn't always like that. The fact of a united enemy at all is new in the US. Back before the 1978 Deregulation Act, it was so prohibitively expensive to operate interstate flights that most airlines just didn't. Interstate flights were left to giant full-service airlines like Delta and Eastern, while international flights were the domain of an even more elite few - Pan Am, TWA, Braniff, and National (no, not that National, the other one) while the scrappier little companies flew short hops for commuters.

One airline which emerged in this pre-deregulation era was Pacific Southwest Airlines, commonly abbreviated to PSA, an initially tiny airline operating in California. You may recognize them from my icon! PSA is one of the single most important airlines in history because it all but invented the idea of the low-cost carrier. Beyond that, they were a Fun Airline. And while they were flying their grinningbirds all over California something else brewed in the background.

image: SouthwestArchive I have never before in my life seen such a profound pairing of undereye bags with the slicked-back hair and piercing blue eyes of a YA dystopia novel film adaptation villain, darting around to lock onto any sources of potential wealth ripe for acquisition.

In 1971 Southwest Airlines began operating flights. The company was actually incorporated in 1967 (as Air Southwest), the brainchild of then-lawyer Herb Kelleher (and two other people who nobody ever talks about because they're boring). They saw what PSA was doing and saw potential for the massive profits that could be gained from avoiding fees from operating interstate and charging drastically lower fees than the larger carriers. Unfortunately for them the larger carriers also realized this, and they were trapped for three years in lawsuit purgatory, with Braniff, Continental, and Trans-Texas Airways taking the case all the way to the Supreme Court, who apparently declined to review it, recognizing that 'they have come up with an idea that will make them make more money and us make less money' is not a particularly powerful legal argument.

And with that little hurdle over Southwest was open for business! Though they weren't quite starting out as a single rented DC-3 Kelleher very closely modeled the airline after PSA, who seemed to be okay enough with it if them helping to train mechanics at the nascent airline was any indication. After all, at this point they were both intrastate airlines fundamentally unable to compete with each other - Southwest was staying put in Texas with no reason to think this would change anytime soon. They brought a bit of PSA to the state, like the low fares and the stewardesses in hot pants and go-go boots.

So what was their answer to the grinningbird?

The rare and deeply cursed Southwest 727.

The mustard rocket. It was called "desert gold" but I think we all know that this is mustard. At this point in history brightly colored airplanes weren't even unusual either, so it would have just been regular ugly instead of ostentatious. (I mean...I like this shade of mustard yellow, honest, but I recognize that most people think this is hideous.)

Southwest kept on Southwesting from there. These days, they're massive, and the most common response on my questionnaire for best airline experiences. No comment, as I've never flown with them. Highlights of their journey there include getting a federal amendment passed because they didn't want to relocate their hub from Love Field to Dallas-Fort Worth, getting sued for only hiring female flight attendants, having the first Black chief pilot of any major airline in the US, technically legal tax evasion measures, having to invent elaborate work-arounds for the restrictions placed on them which could have been avoided by just relocating to Fort Worth, absorbing a bunch of other airlines, being the launch customer for both the -300 and MAX 8 models of the Boeing 737, and making approximately a zillion dollars. In 1990 they absorbed Morris Air, a vacation charter airline which developed innovative cost-cutting measures like e-ticketing, including high-up positions on the Southwest corporate ladder for the founders...

image: conde nast traveller Strange millionaires lurking in woods distributing model airplanes is no basis for an airline industry! ...scratch that, it does appear to be working.

...oh, for heaven's sake, there he is again. Yes, David Neeleman's cost-cutting acumen was indeed put to use at Southwest, meaning that between this and founding jetBlue he basically created low-cost carriers. I reluctantly tip my hat to the man. I would not be able to afford airline tickets without him. But he's just everywhere.

Here is my handwritten faMintly tree. Southwest is jetBlue's cousin once removed, do with that what you will. Anyway, let's hope I never have to add to this. (Not least because I already binned the piece of paper I wrote this out on.)

The turn of the century brought new things for Southwest! In 2000 they had their first major accident (a nonfatal runway overrun resulting in loss of the aircraft). Unrelatedly, in 2001 they released a new color scheme for their fleet, now several hundred strong and entirely composed of assorted models of Boeing 737.

The era of Canyon Blue had begun.

I mean, it's a statement. At this point a plane painted to look like a poisonous frog was in fact a pretty major statement. They were setting out to be an eyesore and I'm sure people were upset about this one, but to the modern eye it looks muted and unfinished. Still bluer than anything David Neeleman had made at that point, but not quite what we know today.

Okay. Yes. There we go.

This livery is meant to be the heart from their logo, the same one worn where the plane's heart might be if planes had hearts instead of air-conditioning systems, the colors unwrapped and deconstructed. And boy, is it almost violently colorful! It goes so far that it takes a minute to notice only three colors, plus white, are used in the entire livery. It's almost eyestraining, and I did have to turn the contrast down on my monitor while writing this because I'm fairly photosensitive. It's...less painful when pixels aren't involved.

So this is definitely one-of-a-kind. Well, it was. jetBlue has made choices recently. But this livery is definitely not one that gets lost in the crowd.

There's very little white or even silver on this airframe, in sharp contrast with...basically every airline. The rest of the livery is vivid and searing yellow and red, unusual shades in airlines, which tend to stick to slightly more muted schemes. And if you couldn't tell who they were by that, the big white billboard wordmark would let you know real quick. I think the white is a bit less legible than I'd like, but I'm not sure how to improve that without making it genuinely eyestrainy. At least it's large and visible, which is crucial for a low-cost carrier, instead of subtle and out of the way on the tail. That might work for an airline with a prestigious air, but that's not Southwest. Southwest is blue and yellow and red.

The main differences between the modern livery and Canyon Blue are in the placement of the logo and the colors used. Each shade is brightened significantly, which is why the once-garish Canyon Blue now looks pretty dusty in comparison. They entirely removed the blue from the tail, making it the airframe feel a little less like it's blue with accents and a little more like it's a circus tent. I do wish the yellow and red covered a bit more of the belly, but still...wow.

Some uses of Southwest Sans demonstrated.

The success of this design isn't by accident. Apparently, Southwest consulted no fewer than five design firms, and the font used for the livery and all their material (which I think looks totally fine) was actually commissioned from iconic foundry Monotype. A lot of airline liveries are designed in-house, and that can turn out fine, but Southwest clearly pulled out all the stops and it shows.

Southwest is a low-cost carrier, and this does affect the standards by which I judge their livery. They aren't here to be guided by legacy or decorum the way a flag carrier is - they're here to sell you a cheap ticket on an airline with funny cabin announcements. Circus tent with big lettering in a sea of Eurowhite? Nice, clean execution - I'd call that a job well done.

Grade: B

#tarmac fashion week #era: 2010s #era: 2020s #grade: b #region: north america #region: united states #low cost carriers #requests #southwest airlines #neelemanverse

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wc: 1.5k

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x aviator!Reader

warnings: coarse language, fluff, mentions of alcohol and bars, most definitely some naval inaccuracies, no use of y/n (bc y/n is an unofficial oc and icky :D )

author's note: Enjoy!

Summary: You meet Bradley in the Hard Deck. The old honky tonk piano in the corner calling both of your names, you calling his heart.

R/N ~ Reader's name

R/L/N ~ Reader's last name

Callsign - “Magnet”

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You walked into the Hard Deck, slipping your aviators onto your head. You squinted at the change in light levels, looking around the room. You'd been called back to TOP GUN to fly a classified Uranium mission. They'd called back the best of the best, and you did graduate top of your class. Clad in denim shorts, a white shirt, yellow Doc Martens with black and white strings, and a hawaiian print scarf strung through the belt loops.

It was late afternoon, so the bar had it's fair share of customers. The jukebox was playing, a group of aviators was playing pool, people were mingling, and the bar was lively. You walked up to the bar and knocked on it.

"What's it take for an aviator to get a drink around here?" you spoke in a playful tone. Penny turned around with raised eyebrows. Her face broke into a grin when she saw you standing in front of her.

"Mag!! How ya' been? You want the usual I'm guessing?" She spoke, abbreviating your callsign while whirling around to get your usual drink from the counters.

"Thanks, about as good as its gonna get. You?" You brought the drink to your lips, smiling behind the rim of the glass at her reaction. You'd always liked Penny. When you first came to Fightertown, you walked into the Hard Deck, and always found yourself wandering back. You lived on the outskirts of Fightertown, not far from where you are stationed from this mission.

"I'm going along!" she replies to your question, smiling apologetically when she has another customer to tend to. You smile understandingly and walk away and your attention is drawn to the piano in the room. It sits, waiting to be played. You'd loved music, especially older tunes. It's all your parents played around the house when you were growing up.

You walked over to the piano, tapping the notes of "Ain't no Mountain High Enough" in your right hand. Just the basic melody, when the jukebox music stopped, and people started circling the piano. You sat down, begining to play the entire song, while people sang along.

In the bustle, you hadn't heard the bell above the door jingle. Nor did you see the Adonis that was Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw that just walked in.

The group of aviators that were playing a game of 9-Ball started to have more conversations among themselves. When the door opened, the conversation grew.

"Bradshaw...as I live and breathe."

"Hangman. You look...good."

"Well, I am good, Rooster. In fact- I am too good to be true."

"Whatever Seresin..." Bradley chuckled, shaking his head dismissively at Jake. The piano died out as you got off the bench to refill your drink.

The stop in music, and the screeching of the jukebox coming to life grabbed the attention of the aviators. The only person who caught your movement was Robert, or Bob "Bob" Floyd. He lifted his glasses off of his face, and lowered them again in disbelief.

"Is that- holy- that's R/N "Magnet" R/L/N!" he exclamed almost fanatically.

"Come again Bob?" Phoenix questioned.

"It's Magnet! One of, no, the best pilot of their class. 5 air to air combat kills, survived 3 SAM's, and as vicious on the ground as in the air. Quite the reputation they have really. How do none of you know this?" Bob rambles.

All the aviator's eyes follow you as you walk to the bar. Rooster tilts his head in intrigue, tucking his glasses into his pocket, and walking over to you leaning against the bar.

“Thanks Pen” You pick your new drink as you turn to see a guy next to you, who you don’t think was there previously. Was he?

He smiles a friendly smile, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. He outstretched his hand toward you as he introduces himself.

“Hey, I’m Bradley Bradshaw, callsign: Rooster. Heard you’re an aviator like my friends and I over there, you wanna join us? Payback is racking up a game of 9-Ball.” He asks as you return his handshake. His hands are warm and calloused, although it wasn’t unpleasant. Toughened by constant use. This guy obviously wasn’t a WSO, he was definitely a pilot. You took in his frame, he wasn’t dressed like the other aviators. Then again, neither were you.

“R/N, R/L/N; callsign: Magnet.” nice to meet you. Sure I’ll join you guys.” you turned and started walking in the direction of the other aviators with him.

As you walked up to the table, Bradley introduced you to the rest of the aviators. You offered them a smile, and short wave. The WSO, Bob looked at you as if you hung the moon, completely in awe. You thought it was funny he was such a fan of you. Phoenix you found was the e only person with a semi-sane head on her shoulders; you liked her. The rest, Payback, Fanboy were all decent people. When Rooster introduced you to Hangman, a smirk fell on his lips, and he walked up to you, sizing you up.

“So…Magnet right? I hear you’re kind of good.”

“Yeah, Magnet, everyone always said I’m a magnet for trouble, although based on my stats you probably knew that already. And I’m not kind of good…I’m all kinds of good” you retorted with a smirk of your own, leaning against the pool table.

Hangman looked you up and down, and his smirk grew into a smile as he turned to Rooster.

“I like this one.”

Rooster smiled and shook his head dismissively, the tips of his ears burning red. He liked you too. You’re easy on the eyes, and you like music. He didn’t miss you playing the piano when you walked in. You seemed like you’d been here before; people loved you.

“Hey you guys are matching!” Phoenix called out pointing to his shirt and your makeshift belt. The two items of clothing adorned with hawaiian print. The both of you looked at one another and gave a small nod as of saying ‘huh I guess we are’. As he actually focused on you, he found himself thinking he’d take you on a date if given the chance. I men’s, you’d just stood up to Hangman, you were good looking, played the piano, like-able, and you had similar taste has him. He could hear his mom in his head already: Bradley if you don’t go on a date with this person! I don’t see how you could do much better than that, they’re perfect and you know it. You’re like your father in that way- impeccable taste. He laughed as he thought about his mom, when he looked back your eyes were fixed on his, and he felt his face burn red. You apparently found it amusing, a smile and a laugh slipping past your lips.

You continued small talk with the squadron, besting Hangman and Bob in multiple games of pool with Phoenix as your partner. Bradley had wandered away to the piano, and began to play ‘Great Balls of Fire’. He seemed to be in his element, fingers moving languidly against the keys, singing his heart out along with everyone else in the bar.

You joined in the song with a smile, cheering along with everyone when it was over. She. everyone dispersed and the jukebox was plugged back in, you walked up to Rooster and he looked up at you with a smile.

“How long have you been playing?”

“My whole life feels like, my dad and his best friend were in the navy too. Came here all the time, and loved that song. At least they did before my parents died. Haven’t seen Maverick- er, Pete since.” He spoke running the back of his neck awkwardly.

You nodded in understanding, letting your hand run across the top of the worn piano. As Rooster watched you, he decided he should listen to his mom’s advice.

“Hey, listen, would you maybe let me take you on a date? Get food, catch a movie, walk on the beach? Whatever you want!”

You smiled and tilted your head to the side.

“Really? I’m surprised you didn’t come up with some sort of weird pickup line like most guys here do, but sure I’d love to.” You spoke through laughs, and brought a relieved smile to Rooster’s face. He furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

“Oh, alright how about this for a pickup line?”

“Hit me with your best shot Bradshaw.” You leaned across the top of the piano.

He played some chords as he spoke.

“I think you should let me take you on a date so we can spend time together, walk along the beach, fall in love slowly and then all at once…why? Because my life without you would B-Flat!”

He landed on the note B-Flat on the piano as he finished talking. You both fell into fits of laughter, and talked for hours into the night. You left the Hard Deck hoping you’d see him again soon, although you could reach out to him whenever, you’d exchanged numbers after all. As you were driving back home, a surge of excitement hit you when you realized the group you’d made friends with were all aviators, and you could tell by the various accents, flight suit patches, and stories that they weren’t all from here. They were all coming back for the same classified mission you were. You definitely see him on base tomorrow and you couldn’t complain one bit.

~ The End

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick x reader

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margareturtle · 4 days

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So TSC is the tag for the sunshine court and the shadowhunter chronicles and you may be thinking what could those two books possibly have in common besides the same abbreviation??

Lots actually hehe bc Jeremy and Jean and Laila and Cat may be living in LA in 2007 but do ya know who’s also living in LA in 2007??

Malcolm, Emma, and the Blackthorns!!! (And tis the year sebastian raids the LA institute 😭)

Which means we need a crossover and I know just the one !! Get ready…

After finding out what happened to Jean at the hands of Riko, Jeremy wants to kill Riko himself! The issue? Riko is already dead. But this doesn’t phase Jeremy as he knows to seek out the high warlock of Los Angeles none other than Malcolm Fade!! Malcolm agrees to help if Jeremy can provide test subject for help raising Annabel. Jeremy know just the right subjects as he provides Grayson and Zane. Emma’s parents are now saved!! And Malcolm and Jeremy with the help of Helen and Aline raise Riko and kill him again. Afterwards Helen and Aline come over to Cat and Laila’s and they have a party and become besties!! The end

#the shadowhunter chronicles #the sunshine court #tsc #jerejean #haline #the dark artifices #the mortal instruments #jean moreau #kevin day #jeremy knox #helen blackthorn #malcolm fade #aline penhallow #catalina alvarez #laila dermott

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talonabraxas · 8 days

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The Heptameron Conjuration of Jupiter

Another somewhat more involved prayer can be adapted from the Heptameron, a grimoire of spirit invocation attributed to Peter de Abano. A translation of the Heptameron by Joseph H. Peterson is available at Esoteric Archives. Rather than appealing to Jupiter himself, this invocation approaches the spirit by appealing to other spirits in the same cosmic hierarchy. The Heptameron also involves facing and calling upon spirits of the different directions. You can think of this type of prayer as locating yourself within the Great Chain of Being so as to best position yourself to appeal to a particular spirit.

This particular invocation invokes the planetary archangel of Jupiter, known as Sachiel (or Tzadkiel). The Heptameron planetary invocations are prefaced by invocations of angels of the relevant level of heaven in the four directions. Above the fifth heaven (the sphere of Mars) there are no angels of the air, so the prayers to Jupiter have more general prayers to a higher God rather than to a specific retinue of angels. An abbreviated ritual for appealing to the angel of Jupiter could go as follows:

[Facing East:] O great and most high God, honored world without end.

[Facing West:] O wise, pure and just God, of divine clemency, I beseech thee most holy father, that this day I may perfectly understand and accomplish my petition, work, and labor; Thou who livest and reignest world without end, Amen.

[Facing North:] O God strong and mighty from everlasting.

[Facing South:] O mighty and merciful God.

[Continuing to face South:] I Conjure and Confirm upon you, ye holy Angels, and by the name Cados, Cados, Cados, Eschereie, Eschereie, Eschereie, Hatim, Ya, strong founder of the worlds, Cantine, Jaym, Janic, Anic, Calbot, Sabbac, Berifay, Alnaym: And by the name Adonay, who created Fishes, and Creeping things in the waters, and Birds upon the face of the earth, and flying towards Heaven, in the fifth day; and by the names of the Angels serving in the sixth host, before Pastor, a holy Angel, and a great and powerful Prince; and by the name of his Star, which is Jupiter, and by the name of his Seal, and by the name Adonay, the great God, creator of all things; and by the name of all Stars, and by their Power and Virtue, and by all the names aforesaid, I conjure thee, Sachiel a great Angel, who art chief ruler of Thursday, that for me thou labour, [speak your own petition or request here]. —Heptameron, XXII. Considerations for Thursday,

"Assembly of Gods around Jupiter's Throne" Talon Abraxas

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no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist · 5 months

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New Chloe Gong Instagram caption. This time the letters I and P seem to be unnecessarily capitalized. I know that we previously thought that the Immortal Longings 2 abbreviation was going to be VT because of the other weird caption but I think IP might make more sense because Chloe tends to have a reoccurring pattern in her titles. I’m not sure what VT could mean then? It’s also possible that IP could have something to do with the new YA series that she’s working on. And the phrasing of the last paragraph is weird so that could also potentially mean something.

#chloe gong #flesh and false gods #fafg #immortal longings #il #flesh and false gods 2 #fafg2 #immortal longings 2 #il2

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omg i love your megabot headcanons 😭 i was wondering (if your requests are open!) if you could do La Squadra with a s/o who’s stand is like baymax (basically a nurse) that randomly comes out when they have any sort of injury (mild or severe) and gives them lollipops! i thought it would be really cute <3

La Squadra with an S/O who’s Stand Acts like a Nurse

𝐀/𝐍: Hi there anon, thank you so much! That is a really cute request prompt, thank you for sending it in, hope ya enjoy!!!

Formaggio

- Oh he loves it.

- Literally, Formaggio loves being pampered and cared for by your stand! He’s super reckless sometimes when it comes to missions, and more often than not his stand requires him to come in direct contact with his hits, so he’s always coming back all banged up and bruised.

- However, he’s always looking forward to this, as whenever he’s injured, your stand comes out and helps! He loves to tease about it, and will gladly take any treats your stand gives him! He’s also probably given it some affectionate abbreviation of its name too!

Illuso

- Acts like he doesn’t care, but he secretly loves it!

- Since Illuso’s stand allows lots of leverage on his side for taking out targets, most of the time your stand manifests to help him he’s got a minor injury. The first time it came out was when you two were prepping lunch together and he cut his hand, and since its kind of been a habit of your stand to manifest when he’s got a small cut or bruise around the base!

- While he won’t take any sweets from your stand, he will begrudgingly thank them and you after it’s healed him up, and while he looks away embarrassed, you know his words hold truth to them. It’s cute!

Pesci

- MY MAN WILL LITERALLY MELT IF YOUR STAND HELPS HEAL HIM- T^T

- Pesci already adores you so much, and you with him! So now that your stand is always coming out to heal him after missions he is literally gets so excited! Its like a second you coming out to help, how could he not adore it?

- Pesci most certainly will be all nervous at first when it comes out to patch him up, but he grows used to it pretty quickly! Will always explain how he got his injuries too, so you can talk together about ways to avoid getting hurt in said ways as well! And of course, he definitely would take a lollipop if your stand ever offered him one!

Prosciutto

- This man will deny it til the end if you ask, but he loves when your stand helps heal him!

- Pros isn’t exactly the most capable of healing himself with his own stand, and has to rely on regular medical equipment if he ever does get injured. However, every since your stand has started healing him, you’re gotten yourself paired with him on missions!

- Obviously he’ll act a bit stubborn and insist on trying to fix himself up himself at first, but slowly lets your stand help him more and more! He won’t take any treats from it, but will give you a little thank you each and every time it brings one for him, its pretty sweet!

Melone

- This man loves your stand so much!

- Now obviously Melone is a little more equipped when it comes to injury, given his stand’s usage and (I’d like to think) his interest in the sciences, including medical, but even some injuries are too much for him to fix, and that’s where you come in!

- While its not often he comes back all beat up, your stand is still there for him if he ever needs it. Often you run your hands through his hair and chide him for being reckless, pulling a laugh from him as your stand heals him. Will almost always accept the lollipop it gives him, and will stick his tongue out at you when he’s finished it, almost always colored from the flavor!

Ghiaccio

- Also another one who will deny his complete adoration for your stand, but you know he loves it!

- Ghiaccio was and still is very independant, allowing himself to rely on you and the others is still coming to him, but your stand has really helped him to grow more comfortable seeking help! The first time it came out it was after a super serious mission, and since he’s even let it help if he so much as slams his hand on the table too hard!

- Will decline any sweats it offers, but thanks you nevertheless, and after it goes away, will whisper to you his thanks while his face is completely red. You find it endearing, and you know he means what he says. Ghiaccio will never admit how much he loves being healed, but you can see it clear as day!

Risotto

- Won’t say anything while being healed, but will be very appreciative after!

- In truth he’s silent whenever it heals him because its been so long since anyone has tended to him. When Risotto goes on hits, he often goes alone, and thus its his responsibility to mend himself when things get rough. Your stand however, has changed his view on things!

- I’d actually like to think he came from a pretty big and loving family too, so he’d always be helping patch up his younger siblings! When your stand comes out and helps him, it brings him back, and he can’t help but be a smiling mess after! He may decline any treat your stand offers, but know he loves everything else it does!

Sorbet/Gelato

- I’ll admit they’re pretty 50/50 when it comes to your stand, though its not out of cruelty. They appreciate it for helping, but they both also are very loyal to each other, and as such they’re a little insistent on helping each other before your stand.

- Still, they do love it very much! Your stand most oftentimes comes out when you’re all out on a mission and one receives an injury too serious for the other to repair alone. You and Sorbet/Gelato will hold the other’s hand or arm while your stand heals them, and reassure them that it’s going to be okay!

- They too also do very much like being pampered by it as well. Gelato mayyy get into accidents on purpose at the base just to get a cute bandaid or a free lollipop lol, Sorbet’s a little more independant but he secretly loves getting treats too!

↳ 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬/𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! ♡

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HeliosR - We are GoldenXXsection! (drama track)

Translation of the drama track "We are GoldenXXsection!" featured on the special disc of the 1st full album from Helios Rising Heroes.

Mostly TL'd it by intense repetitive listening.

I didn't think I'd do an other drama track so soon but I've been in such an idol mood... also I really love Only One, just had to TL the accompaying drama track.

TL note:

The XX is GoldenXXsection is silent(?) but I still wrote it like that because whenever they said the group name, it felt weird to leave it out. The group name also gets abbreviated to GS.

(Opening)

Dino: We are GoldenXXsection!

(Drama track start)

Akira, Dino & Gast: Cheeeers!

Akira: …Puhah! Nothing beats a cold one after work!

Gast: Ahahaha, nice shot there Akira! Even though it’s just juice.

Akira: Heh, might be underage but don’t underestimate me! Gave it my all as much as everyone here.

Dino: As Akira says, everyone did great work today. I did a bit of egosurfing and the fans seem to have enjoyed it too!

Akira: The live and handshake event was amazing, I wanna sing more~!

Dino: It’s great you’re full of motivation! It’s been exactly one month since you joined GoldenXXSection as a member. The amount of live goers increased too, so let’s put all the energy we can in doing even better!

Gast: I’ve also been seein’ lots of talk ‘bout on social media and television about us being an idol group on the rapid climb to fame. Look, even now they’re mentioning the GS handshake event got sold out on online news. Whatta strange feeling.

Akira: Hehe, obviously they’d go crazy about us. No way that I wouldn’t be in the spotlight!

Dino: Ahaha, that’s the spirit, Akira-kun! Totally what you’d expect from our ace here. Keep it up with going full throttle!

Gast: But y’know, becomin’ popular like this does make all the negative stuff pop out quite a bit for me.

Akira: Huh? What’cha mean with negative, Gast? Is there some kinda punk that got beef with us?

Gast: Man, why’s your bloodlust so high? It ain’t that, I’m talkin’ about how there’s bad comments online and all that. Well, Akira you don’t bat an eye at these things. Since you barely touch any phone or computer.

Akira: W-who cares? The producer said I’m fine the way I am.

Gast: Yeah, you’re fine as is. Though uploading pics you happened to take with me or the other members does get received well on the contrary.

Akira: Hmph. …Moving on- what kinda stuff are they writing?

Gast: Let’s see… what I noticed a lot recently was..

Dino: Ah… “The members of GS don’t seem to get along well” type of comments. I see these often too.

Gast: Yep, exactly that. All sorta things floatin’ around on how we’re on bad terms. To the point of trending the other day.

Dino: On the day we had a live before, right. It looked like a lot of people somehow got the wrong idea after watching our performance on stage.

Gast: Uuuh… Gottem. These ones right here.

Akira: Lemme see….

“Asch-kun seemed to be in a bad mood again today.”

“Asch-kun immediately left after the live ended.”

“Asch-kun’s the only one without a picture taken in the dressing room?”

“Wonder if GS doesn’t get along after all…”

What the hell! Everything’s mostly about Asch!

Asch: Haaah?

Dino: Asch… there you go sitting somewhere all on your own again. We’re having a wrap up party after all, so come join in on the fun with everyone.

Asch: Fuck off. Got no intentions to be buddy buddy with any of you.

Gast: Ahahah…They ain’t necessarily wrong, ‘bout the bad terms.

Akira: Hold on, I’ve been wondering about it the entire time. Ya don’t wanna get along, but why do you bother showing up at every wrap-up party then?

Asch: ‘Cuz it’s my chance to eat, what else. I get hungry doing lives, so I come here to scarf down some food.

Dino: You see, about Asch- he loves the chicken wings they serve at this restaurant. That’s why we choose this place every time for our little wrap up parties too.

Akira: HUH!? That’s why!? And I kept wondering why we’re only coming here, I wanna go to other places and eat something else for a change~!

Asch: Shuddup! Don’t complain about it, you brat. I’ll wreck you.

Akira: Haaahn? Wanna go at it?

Gast: Oi- calm down, Akira! And you too Asch, leave the things Akira says for what it is.

Asch: Hah? The hell do I have to sit back and take whatever this uncourteous brat hurls at me. Don’t fuck with me!

Gast: Sigh… it’s been like this ever since Akira joined. Wasn’t much in the mood to do things normally even before them rumors ‘bout not getting along.

Dino: I know all too well where you’re coming from, Gast-kun. I feel the same about Asch’s unsociability.

Gast: Well, we’ve been doing this with the three of us the entire time, and then suddenly Akira showed up.

Don’t really understand the whole feeling of it bein’ unacceptable… but even then this is way beyond saving.

Asch: Oi, Dino. Heard anything from the producer about the next song?

Dino: Huh? Ah, he’s still lost on what direction we should go in though.

Asch: Then let him make a song with me as the focus.

Dino: Eh?!

Asch: And leave the producing up to me since he can’t make up his mind.

Dino: H-hold on there Asch! You’re going way off the rails, you know we’re on the side of getting things produced for us.

Asch: Off the rails? You idiot. Don’t you get it how goddamn boring it got ever since this brat joined and we’ve been only getting songs we’ve seen dozens of times.

Akira: Ghgh--! Haaaah!?

Gast: Calm down you two! Calm, down!

Dino: If I had to say, Akira joining finally pushed our group in a nice direction. Don’t you see the value of it, Asch?

Until now we had Gast for visuals, Asch for rap, and I focused on dancing, but then Akira came in with his amazing singing skills, and it was clear as day our group felt complete. That’s how I feel about it.

Gast: All this ruckus in the media did happen after Akira joined as a new member too.

Dino: Mhm. But I can’t say Akira’s the only one doing all the leg work here. Our group name “GoldenXXsection” comes from the golden ratio. By putting all four of us together, we finally achieved an amazing balance for the first time.

Asch: Tch. None of it makes no sense. Whatever, if he ain’t gonna budge from being the center, then some force will do.

Akira: Gonna force me? Ya do wanna go at it, huh!?

Asch: Hah, yeah I do. Fights are where your fists do the talking. You lil’ piece of shit brat!

Dino: Wait- wait, wait Asch! Don’t do anything stupid now!

Asch: Stay out of it, Dino! These kinda guys need to know what pain feels like for once.

Gast: Ah… ummm… what we do is idol stuff, don’t we?

Dino: Aaaah! Look everyone! They served us some new drinks! How about we pull ourselves together and have another round of drinks!

Gast: O-oh! Yeah! Let’s do that! Akira, show me what’cha got again!

Akira: Huhn? Ugh… if I have to.

Asch: Oi, hold it there you!

Dino: Asch.

Asch: Tch….. Huh…?

Gast: What’s wrong, Asch?

Asch: Oi, who did this. Which fucking guy mixed up grapefruit juice with grapefruit sour!

Gast: Eh?

Asch: This place oughta know how I’d never ask for alcohol. Was it some newbie!? Is there some goddamn useless newbie around here!?

Dino: Oh come on, what are you thinking of doing now?

Akira: *gulp*... Aaaah, grapefruit juice sure hits the spot!

Asch: Haah?

Akira: Mine’s just normal juice. I wonder why Asch’s got messed up.

Asch: You… why the hell are you drinking MY juice for!?

Akira: Hold on- this is my juice right here. I only drink non-alcoholic ones.

Asch: As if I give a shit! Even then, that grapfruit juice was MINE.

Akira: Hah!?

Dino: Asch I told you to keep it cool! You’re being way too irrational. We can ask for another juice, and I can drink up that grapefruit sour instead. So let’s stop with causing trouble for this restaurant, okay?

Asch: Kgh…

Gast: …Ahahahah… well, I get why you’re up in arms about it. Pretty surprisin’ that you can’t handle alcohol.

Asch: Shut it you! I’ll make you pay for it if anyone overhears that.

Gast: Wha- don’t gotta tell me! I’m not that tactless, your secret’s safe with me. We’re the same in that regard either way.

Dino: Uh-huh. How was today’s handshake event, Gast-kun?

Gast: Guess I did my best more than usual. I reached my limit after 15 mins and was allowed to take a break for a bit, but Asch who was next to me had istened to my favor and dealt with the fans in my place.

Asch: Hmph… Got quite the nerve to be an idol when you’re bad at dealing with women. Get it under control before word gets out.

Gast: Y-yeah… but today went smoothly ‘cuz of Asch! Thanks for that.

Dino: That’s it! Exactly just that!!!

Asch: Hah?

Dino: I said it earlier too but GoldenXXsection achieved a great balance for the first time with all of us together.

Asch follows up on Gast who’s not good with women, I follow up on Asch who can’t drink alcohol, and Gast follows up on Akira who’s bad at using smartphones- just like that, whenever someone falls behind on something, each member can pitch in and help out.

It’s all evens out nicely, don’t you think?

Gast: Right… that might just be the case when putting it like that.

Asch: Hmph, you’re reaching way too far.

Akira: Say, now that you mentioned it, what are we following you up with, Dino?

Dino: I get lonely easily, so eating with everyone like this, and hanging out does more than enough for me. Everyday is fun thanks to you guys!

Asch: Tch, that doesn’t have anything to do with idols!

Dino: Ahaha, yep. Seriously though, after everything’s said and done, this group really is a perfect match. I’m happy I can be an idol with you guys! Love and peace!

Gast: Ahaha, there it is! That trademark love and peace! Since Dino said so, I’ll be stickin’ with you guys till the very end.

Akira: Me too! I got confidence in my singing, I’mma go all out with hyping it up! Ooooh VOLTAGE MAX!

Asch: Shut up! Just what part of this made that voltage max! Think before you speak!

Dino: Nihihi~ I’m sure all that stuff about being on bad terms will be gone before you know it! Because we’re GoldenXXsection!

#helios rising heroes #heliosR #dino albani #akira otori #asch albright #gast adler

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ex0rin · 5 months

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Hey I am writing for butcher for the first time and I was wondering what words do you say are a staple to change how they’re typed as well as quirks in dialogue do you think are vital?

For example changing you into ya and stuff like that

Hi! I have enlisted the help of someone else for this ask - I appreciate you asking me but I'm still new at writing Butcher myself (and I also struggle with how to make it sound like him)

Shout out to @sparklingbinjuice for this answer:

I'm not at all confident with my butcher voice 😅 but I think it's always a mistake to automatically substitute a word for an accented version. I just pepper them in occasionally and trust that the reader will get the general idea. It can be so distracting if something like 'you' is written as 'ya' every single time Cadence and word choice are way more important than changing spelling to force a specific accent imo. And that's a lot harder to provide a cheat sheet for. Just gotta watch the boys on repeat like we did until butcher lives in your brain

that last part is especially true for me - when I'm struggling with Butcher (the dream tbh) I pull up an episode and listen to him talk with the subtitles on, and actually! you'll notice that the subtitles for The Boys (for the most part) don't abbreviate or change the language (honestly, sometimes I'll just pull a line straight from the show and shove it into a fic so that the readers will automatically hear it in Butcher's voice as a reminder)

I do tend to pick and choose a couple of words that I can hear him saying like:

now'at instead of now that

'ere instead of here

didn't'cha and ain't'cha (which I pulled from talking writing like Rumlow for so long actually 😅)

dropping the 'g' off of certain words like fuckin' bein' etc

I also use (probably overuse tbh) son at the end of a sentence - sometimes with an 'eh, son?' cause that sounds right to me

ANYWAY I hope this is at least a little helpful? I'd just recommend playing around with it - the amount of times I've rewritten sentences because they don't sound like Butcher in my head is insane haha

also, if worse comes to worse, shove it into this cockney translator and have a good laugh for a few minutes (because it's ridiculous)