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[hazel-of-sodor]

Imagine being an LMS express engine, back in the thirties, arguing with Gordon at Barrow, you blow your deep LMS whistle to try and assert dominance, but instead of the Gresley blowing his shrill inferior whistle in retaliation, he replies with a HOOTER of all things, defaming the stations. The rumor was true, the Gresley has a whistle that can out do even the deepest of deep-toned whistles. Never shoulda got transferred.

Well looks crack this one open shall we?

Lets get into the social dynamics and politics of the LMS, Barrow, and NWR.

So Gordon is top dog in Barrow, end of the story. While Barrow yard is far larger in this world than ours due to the existance of Sodor, its Industries, Harbors, and People, the largest Express Engines allocated there are usually 4-6-0s. Pacifics do venture down to Barrow, but heres the thing, hes their Elder.

Ask any Engine in Britian who the first (British) pacific was, they will invariably say Gordon (Neither The Great Bear nor Henry were largely successfull as 4-6-2s, and are seen as having found their true forms as 4-6-0s). Invariably class protoypes (successfull ones at least) are held in higher regard, but Gordon pionered the type. No matter He is former GNR/LNER and current NWR, Gordon is the first and is therefore the eldest. One could be forgiven for thinking that Gordon could have lost this respect in his younger years, but decourm in stations is the law for express engines (whisting in stations isn't wrong, but we just don't do it). Flagship express engines are the image of their railway, and are expected to uphold said image while in station. On the rare occasion LMS Pacifics did stay in Barrow longer than it took to refuel and prepare for their next run, they found Gordon a proud but gracious host, as was proper. (it helded that their opinion of him matched his own.)

The 4-6-0s, however were another matter. The Stanier 4-6-0s were content to tease their larger cousins about their hero worship, and keep a cordial relationship with North Western No.4. The Fowler's, however were...divided. The Patriots and Royal Scot's were aware of the threat of standardization. Stanier was not known to be sentimental man, and there were fears among some of the classes that they would be scrapped in favor of Stanier's standard engines (in reality a number of both class would be rebuilt to use Stanier Boilers.)

Some of these engines decided to deal with these fears by competeing feircly with their Stanier contemporaries, and for some this was not a friendly competition. These engines saw Gordon not as an honored elder or a respected collegue, but a part of the enemy. The incident this ask refers to occured in 1935, when a young Patriot class, newly assigned to Barrow decided to try and get a rise out of the Pacific. Gordon treated the younger express engine with all the restrained derision and posh superiority he felt the situation called for. Needless to say the Patriot only got angrier and angrier, leading to him trying to silence the North Western Engine with a long, rude, blast of their whistle, a dire breach of station etiquette.

Gordon intially waited impatiently for the whistle to stop, but when the 20 second mark was passed, he responded in kind. While Gordon only gave a short blast, the Patriot fell silent in shock as a Gordon's Pennslyvannia Railroad whistle thundered out. In the ringing silence afterwards, Gordon explained in manner simular to an exasperated parent correcting a toddler that one did not raise their whistle in stations unless they were departing or arriving, and they most certainly did not hold their whistle.

The LMS, throughly embarressed by their engines behavior, quickly reallocated the patriot to the other side of their territory (although they would return during the war.)

[bookwormgamerweeb]

Vampire Hunter D x Assassin Female Reader

Chapter 2: Forest [Sfw]

Whoosh went the leaves as Y/N  jumped up from were she was laying,she surveyed her surroundings she was still in the forest.the man with the crazy hat nowhere to be seen, ''perfect'' she thought this will be an easy escape.

She broke out in a sprint, Y/N felt different she could feel that she was not alone. . .fear was building up on her until

Snap

And then she was falling, this doesn't make sense.She spent the few seconds of falling to think about what the hell is happening before landing flat on her face.

'Oh look she is finally awake, I thought she would have been dead after getting hit with that branch'' came a disembodied voice. Y/N lifts her head to see the man who took her, quickly jumping up and putting distance between her and the stranger.

''Who are you'' asked Y/N  trying to conceal her fear, ''D'' said the figure his voice not matching the one she heard while on the ground his was more deep and mysterious.

''What do you want'' Y/N  said getting agitated by the man calmness, ''nothing personal'' he replies. . . then starts walking no striding towards faster than any human, Y/N  quickly reaches for naginata but its not there ''shit''

The trees

In no time Y/N  found herself standing on one of the trees branches 'run' she thought, each leap she took she could hear him ganing up to then galloping, she looks behind her to see that horse ''how'' she thought.

But what she didn't know was that she was about to hit herself in face with another branch and again she landed on her face. Y/N sits up while d stops his creepy horse in front of her.

''So, you going to kill me or somethin''Y/N says trying to be as nonchalants as possible, ''lm just trying to do my job'' he says again with no emotion. ''And what is this job exactly'', ''We were sent by one of the human nobles to bring you to her alive and you are going to come with us'' again that disembodied voice.

''Why should i do that''y/n skeptaly ''we are both getting paid 20 000 dollars each'' d finally saying something

''That's a lot of money . . . . fine i'll come with you'' you say while walking towards the horse ''do you mind if i ride with you, we met each other on the very wrong foot'' he stretches out his left hand and before you could grab it you saw a face, probably where the disembodied voice came from ''Your more gorgeous in person'' its says hinting to something.

You make a face then grab the strangers fingers not wanting to touch the parasite,you sit behind him back to back.Then we started moving, she watched as she went deeper and deeper in the forest. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thank you for reading i was a bit lazy when writing sooooo like for ch3

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[pureanonofficial]

LES MIS LETTERS IN ADAPTATION - A Suitable Tomb, LM 1.8.5 (Les Miserables 1925)

This was Sister Simplice, who had never told a lie in her life. Javert knew it, and held her in special veneration in consequence.

“Sister,” said he, “are you alone in this room?”

A terrible moment ensued, during which the poor portress felt as though she should faint.

The sister raised her eyes and answered:—

“Yes.”

“Then,” resumed Javert, “you will excuse me if I persist; it is my duty; you have not seen a certain person—a man—this evening? He has escaped; we are in search of him—that Jean Valjean; you have not seen him?”

The sister replied:—

“No.”

She lied. She had lied twice in succession, one after the other, without hesitation, promptly, as a person does when sacrificing herself.

“Pardon me,” said Javert, and he retired with a deep bow.

O sainted maid! you left this world many years ago; you have rejoined your sisters, the virgins, and your brothers, the angels, in the light; may this lie be counted to your credit in paradise!

[no-where-new-hero]

curious to know about your changing attitude towards lm montgomery! i was always someone who focused on her writing over her, but i've definitely had authors I really connected with personally that are like uh oh when I took a deeper look into their life lol (idk if that's what you meant, but it reminded me of that given the kilmeny context)

This is a good and obvious question and I suspected I’d need to explain it as soon as I made that comment lol 😅

So. As everyone here probably knows, I grew up on Emily. I grew up Emily, in a way. I read those books at 11 and never really stopped reading them. I wanted to be Emily and Ilse, I wanted a friend group like theirs with Perry and Teddy, I wanted a mentor like Dean Priest (yes, like Dean), I wanted Emily’s confidence and hard working attitude toward her dream of being a successful writer, I wanted her young success. I thought everything in those books were true and beautiful. Of course, I loved Anne too—I read the Aogg series at around 9-10 and continued rereading my faves as I aged into them but they didn’t speak to me the same way. They didn’t speak through me. They didn’t make me who I am. And I had a strange sense of belonging with the Emily books that was incredibly intimate. They were mine. Someone I knew in college was curious about them because of course I couldn’t help talking about these formative books, but I refused to tell them the title lol. I felt like anyone would immediately know too much about me if they read the series too, and that felt like a violation.

But here I am. I’ve found an incredible community of other LMM fans. You all have read my metas and know my opinions, and I’ve seen some incredible analyses and headcanons that have broken my brain open in the best way about interpreting some stuff. I love it here. But that also means Montgomery isn’t mine in the same ways. The way those books impacted me as a kid won’t ever change, and neither really will the way that the words still twine themselves around my life (having a quote from the books to fall back on to express a hard day still makes the day marginally better). But it’s a bit like a coming out. Your relationship to an inimical thing automatically changes when you share it with other likeminded people, if only because now you have a community to make it greater.

And of course my feelings for Maud herself have changed. I see her racism much more clearly than before. I see how much of her own pain and trauma went into the stories that I wanted to pattern my life on. I see how problematic Dean is lol. And all this doesn’t make me like her any less. But she’s no longer the Holy Grail author she was to me for years and years.

I think part of this is me getting older, of course. I joked to @blackcatwalking when I turned 24 that I passed Emily’s debut age and would soon out-age her altogether. (@blackcatwalking’s extremely soothing reply was that this was why we have Valancy Stirling! To prove life doesn’t end at the end of our 20s!) But all jokes aside, and as much as I identify with Emily, I have made those books what they are to me because of myself, if that makes sense. The whole “there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers” thing. Maud’s Emily isn’t my Emily, and my Emily and my own self and the stories I write and carry around because of her have to grow out of Maud’s shadow and take their own identity.

[writingwhimsey]

Hi I just recently found this and lm in love with your writing. Ofcourse your mural too. I hope it's okay if I request NSFW of 12 and 13 with the characters Nobunaga,keiji and Leo. Thanks in advance and have a great day.

Awe, thank you so much dear! It makes me so happy to hear someone loves my work! Thank you for the ask and I hope you like what I've come up with.

ikesen: Nobunaga and Keiji

ikevamp: Leonardo

NSFW 18+ below

Prompt 12: Catches MC/reader changing

Nobunaga:

You had spilled something on your kimono and had gone to change.

Nobunaga, of course, walks in on you as soon as you have stripped down to your under layer.

That smirk comes across his face as he notices the stain on your underlayer as well. 

“I will help you.” He insists as he comes over to finish stripping you.

It doesn’t take long for him to have you completely bare.

“I have work…to finish…” You half-heartedly protest as his arms encircle you and his lips are on your skin.

He smirks. “You have no conviction.” He says, his hands already gliding up your thighs.

There’s no resisting him and there is no getting anything else done…Nobunaga is now the only thing on your to do list.

Keiji:

You were getting changed for spear training, when Keiji finds you, stripped most of the way down.

On instinct your hands are flying to cover yourself and Keiji is just grinning at you.

"It's not like I haven't seen you in even less." He teases as he walks closer to you. "No need to be so shy."

You protest as he pries your arms open, saying that it's different and you have to finish changing for training.

"Oh you're getting sons spear training in today but not the kind you're thinking of." 

Your face turns bright red as you smack his chest, but he just chuckles as he pulls you closer. "I canceled training for everyone else today. So it's just us." 

You are then given the most extensive "spear training" you've ever had in your life.

Leonardo:

"Cara mia," Leonardo says as he comes into your room.

Your hands ate immediately flying to cover yourself as you had just been changing out of your cleaning clothes.

"Leo! You're supposed to knock!"

He grins as he shuts the door behind him. "Scusa." He says though you know he is completely unapologetic. "It's not as if I haven't seen your beauty many times before."

You blush as he pulls you into his arms. "I thought we were going out tonight?" You ask.

He shakes his head. "Not after seeing you like this." He says before kissing you and taking you to bed. Staying in was always better anyways. Besides nothing felt as good as when he was bending you over the bed.

Prompt 13: MC/reader catches suitor bathing

Nobunaga:

It had been a long day and you were just wanting to take a little bath.

“It is very bold of you to sneak into my private bath chamber.”

You squeak in surprise and your face reddens as you see Nobunaga, sitting in the bath, sipping on a cup of sake.

You stammer out that that isn’t what you were doing at all. You just wanted to take a bath.

He watches you, that amused smirk on his face.

Finally he sets his cup aside and stands, walking towards you, the water dripping down his chest and abs.

You can’t stop yourself from watching the water droplets as they travel lower and lower… nor can you stop yourself from taking in the full sight of Nobunaga.

His smirk grows wider as he is soon standing directly in front of you, his fingers finding their way beneath your chin and coaxing your gaze up to his.

“You will have to join me now.”

The next thing you know, you are in the bath with Nobunaga, slipping and sliding all over the place…and the water isn’t what is making you hot.

Keiji:

“I can’t believe you, Princess. Sneaking in here to catch a glimpse of me.” Keiji teases you as you walk into the bath.

You stammer out that you didn’t know he was in there.

“Sure.” Keiji replies. “You know, all you had to do was ask.”

He’s then standing up and making his way over to you, making sure you get a good look at his body.

It doesn’t escape his notice when you gulp at seeing his perfectly sculpted physique.

He grins as he reaches for your hand, placing it on his chest. “Feel free to feel me up.”

Your face turns as red as his hair…but you don’t move your hand away.

The next thing you know, he’s pulling you into the bath with him, clothes and all. 

“Alright, Princess, let’s have some real fun.”

You are soon going for the ride of your life, with Keiji as your personal slip ‘n’ slide.

Leonardo:

You hear a warm chuckle as you step into the waters of la thermae. 

You turn with blushing cheeks as Leonardo grins at you. “Look at you sneaking in here to take a peek at me, naughty cara.” 

When you try to say that’s not what you were doing, Leonardo is coming closer to you.

His grin remains as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. “Then you just wanted to join me?” He asks.

You blush harder, but don’t pull away.

His lips are soon on yours, his hands gliding over your curves under the water.

The next thing you know, you are bent over the side of the bath and the only word leaving your lips is his name.

[smittenbyvillains]

Dearest Desires (5)

WARNINGS: mention of abuse, claim taking

You leaned against the bridge. You had your hands on the rail as you thought. You sighed and closed your eyes remembering the old memories that plague you every night after a nightmare. They take you out of the nightmare with mixed emotions.

Either the memory was hurting your heart or lit you up.

"Moony! Stop chasing him!" You screamed trying to catch up to him. Sirius grabbed you and throw you over his shoulders smirking.

"We will get the rogue wolf." He said and started to run. You gripped the back of his shirt and closed your eyes.

"Come on let me down!"

"No, I am carrying you, princess." Sirius declared and you rolled your eyes.

The memory you hold dear to your heart. I missed Sirius so much and had a feeling he wasn't the rat that had said anything.

You sat by Lily under the ground tree studying when the boys came up to you grinning. You knew they had to have done a prank.

"So, don't go to the Slytherin's common room," Regulus said casually.

"You realize you can't either?" You deadpanned staring at him with a straight face. He realized but shrugged.

"I'll bunk with James," Regulus said.

"No way! You kick me out of the bed!" James exclaimed.

Remus sighed.

"I tried to stop them," Remus said and you nodded. They were crazy but they were your crazy boys.

You were kicked out of your mind when someone tapped your shoulder. You screamed for a second and turned the person. You almost fell though and they grabbed you before you fell.

"Are you okay?" Severus asked. You nodded.

"Just peachy." You replied. "Thanks." You muttered.

"How are you doing? I haven't seen you around much." He said. You knew it was your fault. You couldn't stay around him for some reason. I guess it's the thought that James and they always took things so far with Severus. You tried to step in but it didn't work. That was the one thing you hated.

"Just helping out and talking to students." You said avoiding the topic of Lucius's visit.

"Did he hurt you while he stayed here?" Severus asked you and your throat went dry. "You can tell me Yumi." He said. You just nodded.

"I'm fine now. Now I am about to dinner and I'm starving." You declared and he walked you to the great hall. You stared forward. You couldn't look at how the deaths of their mutual friend affected him.

You ate and chatted with most of the professors before heading to bed.

"Stop ignoring me." The voice spoke.

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You gasped as you woke up. That voice was haunting you. You knew it had something to do with Voldemort but what? Voldemort had been in your head since you were a mere student. Being different did not help. You wanted to simply vanish but he would always find you.

You also knew Harry was seeing visions and into Voldemort's mind. You would need to talk to him. You heard knocking at your quarter's door and went to open the door.

"Hello?" You said but saw nothing and looked around. You looked down finally and saw a letter and a piece of jewelry. You stared at the dark green jewel that stood out on the necklace. Something inclined you to wear it. You started to read the letter and cursed yourself for wearing it.

Dear angel,

You brought you this. A reminder of who you are and whose you are. By the way, don't ignore the letter I sent next for when you need to see Voldemort.

From, LM

You knew that you wouldn't be able to take it off and it was an enchantment. You broke down crying at my door and started to panic knowing everything was going down. Someone had come over without you knowing and just held you. You sobbed into their chest and held on to their clothing. They help you the whole time. You finally looked at the person. "Remus.." You said and was glad it was him. He nodded and smiled.

"Let's get you inside your room, and something to eat?" He asked. You nodded. He smiled and helped you up and took you to your bedroom then went to get you hot chocolate. He handed your cup and sat on the edge of the bed. "Can you tell me what happened?" He asked. You looked away before nodding.

"Lucius.... he made his mark on me." You laughed bitterly. "And I have to obey everything he says including going to the stupid meetings with Voldemort." You aren't afraid to say his name. Remus was shocked but he nods.

"You know you can always trust me." He said. You nodded. Of course, you trusted Remus. You have both been through it all before. "You know where to find me." He smiled.

"I'm afraid to leave you... alone." You said. "You have been alone too long." You said softly. "And I really don't think it was Sirius. It makes no sense." You said.

"I hope it isn't him that did it but I have to agree, it was odd."

[yellowloid]

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i love love love long comments where the reader just goes over a whole list of things that stuck with them while reading, little details, images, ways a character acted, something the characters said; i just absolutely adore hearing about what the reader felt while reading my fics, how a particularly angsty passage put them in their feelings, a very fluffy bit sent them giggling and smiling at the screen, or a smutty scene had them losing their mind skfjshsfh. i also love when people tell me they've got passages from my fics screenshotted on their phone or quoted in their journals, or when they tell me that something i wrote helped them smile when they were sad, or helped them through a difficult time, or simply managed to distract them from real life problems, even if just for a bit. i love knowing that my writing can have a positive impact on other people's lives, no matter how small it might be <3

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i think i'm pretty good at coming up with new images to express the kind of visceral love i write about whenever i write milex, both with the romantic and sexual aspect of it; i also think i do a good job at making the most of the more "aesthetic" part of writing - making sure my words and sentences not only make sense, but also "look good" together. i want my writing to sound as poetic and melodious as it can, that's really important to me and i tend to spend a lot of time trying to achieve that :)

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my least kudos'd fic is the third and final part of my 'satin and lace' series, 'of loving at will, of loving till death'. my venice honeymoon fic <3 one that, in many ways, closed a chapter of my life that started back when i posted the first part of this series; if you know me, you also know how much this trilogy means to me. writing and posting the last part not only felt like a challenge, but also a quite emotional one sjfhshsjgh because i knew i'd miss those chaotic smitten husbands so much </3

despite it having less kudos than other fics of mine, i'm still really fond of this one. i made so much research for it - which now results in me knowing a whole lot of random trivia about venice - and i'm very satisfied with how realistic and accurate the descriptions of the city turned out, as well as the way they mixed with the expression of their love, the romance and drama of it all... plus i went on vacation this summer and spent a day in venice (i'd visited once when i was a kid but didn't remember much) and it just meant so much to me, visiting that city now that it holds a whole new and special meaning to me <3 it felt so !!!! walking around those sunny alleys and crossing all those bridges over the canals, imagining miles and alex doing the same, hand in hand, disgustingly in love with each other. it was just so magical and special - and i think that fic really captures the spirit of venice as a whole 💙💜

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[railwaysofbritannia]

ROB: The Star & The Atlantic

The young Railinite looked down the road towards the small railyard. On the track closest to the yard entrance, she could see a large green tender engine sitting on the line. Its smokebox was swung open & blank, indicating that the “Host” was in their Railinite form.

She didn’t need to look far to find them however, for she could see the back half of them behind the smokebox door. As the yard seemed quiet, and the fact that the gates were wide open meaning anyone, Human or Railinite could just wander in! She decided to go down to see what the Railinite could be like.

“After all”, she thought. “LNER engines can’t be as bad as my siblings say.”

As she walked down the stone covered path, the bottom of her dress rubbing slightly against the larger stones. She could hear the voice of the Railinite who currently had his head inside the smokebox of his engine. He appeared to be singing a song to himself. 

“Roamin' in the gloamin' on the bonnie banks o' Clyde,

Roamin' in the gloamin' wi' ma lassie by ma side,

When the sun has gone to rest,That's the time that we love best,

Oh, it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin.” 

To the 15 year old female Railinite [1], the voice was one of the most beautiful things she had ever heard. The mere sound of his voice made her heart beat faster, although she wasn’t sure why.

Finally, she came up to the engine. She stared in awe at its great looming boiler. The sheer size of it could put the King Class to shame! The apple green paint work, although dirty on the top of the boiler, the paint still seemed to shine. The letters L.N.E.R stood proudly on the tender, as did the number 9901 painted on the cabside.

Then she noticed the name, “St. Johnstoun” also proudly painted on the front splasher.

“What a handsome name.” She whispered to herself.

“Thanks miss!” A male voice called that made her nearly jump out of her body. She looked to her left and saw him, the Railinite of which the singing voice belonged to.

For one, he was tall. About 6ft in height. His bright green humanoid form suit was covered in black soot from the smokebox. However, his golden L.N.E.R badge still shone brightly. But the most striking thing about him was his eyes.

While other green engines would have some type of green eyes. His eyes were a bright sky blue.

He looked over at her, and smiled. “Sorry lass, did i give you a fright?”

“N-no, I’m fine.” She said, regaining herself. “Well, a little bit, um, John is it?” She asked, her heart racing still.

He chuckled. “Nope, name’s Sam.” He extended his arm out. “Nice tae meet you, um?”

“Oh! Sorry,” She chuckled nervously. “I’m Alexandra, a GWR Star class Railinite”, “Nice to meet you Sam.” She shook his hand, some ash going onto her fingers.

Sam raised an eyebrow, but smiled still. “And what’s a pretty Ten Wheeler like yerself daein all the way up here?” He added very quickly, “Forgive my forwardness lass, Its just, i haven’t seen a Western Railinite up here before.”

Alexandra’s cheeks went bright red, she giggled at the Atlantic’s accidental flirting.

“It’s fine.” She said, trying not to blush harder. “Me & some of my siblings are using some of our holiday days to travel to different areas of the country!”

“And where are the rest of them?” Sam asked curiously.

“Down by the LMS Shed.” Alexandra said, gesturing her arm down the line. “Trust me, my brother, Malvern Abbey will have probably stabbed one of them by now.”

She then realised how bad that sounded. Which made her blush even harder still.

“I-I like your locomotive!” Alexandra stuttered, trying to change the subject. “W-what type is it?”

“NBR H Class.” Sam replied, “Pride Of Perth we call her.”  “What shed you from then?”

“Laira," she said, smiling. “It’s in Plymouth”, “You know it?”

“Aye, I do.”  The Atlantic replied.

“Say, how would you & your siblings like to come round to our place for dinner?”  Sam asked, looking away from Alexandra gaze.

“S-sure!” Alexandra all but shouted out. “Sounds lovely”, “I’ll tell the others when I meet back up with them. 

She turned to leave, but smiled back at Sam. “See you later ," she said.

“Aye!”, “See you about 5:30,” he waved back, before climbing back onto the running plate. 

Alexandra waved back as she walked up the path from the yard. She turned around the corner, and was soon out of sight.

The pair were both looking forward to that night.

First ROB story, Woooooo! Any questions, head to the ask box.

Constructive criticism is welcomed.

NOTE: [1] Although she was built/born 15 years prior, becaue how Railinites work, Alexandra has the body of a 24 year old. 

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It is with happy tears in my eyes as I type this!  I know it’s been a long time coming, and I thank you so much for your patience.  A new chapter of The Shy Newcomer has been posted! 🥰

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Chapter 123: Healing

Summary:   Cliff and Gray finally start to realize they aren't alone.

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“You ever play?” Duke didn't turn to face him; he was studying the handwriting as if to etch it into his mind.

Cliff shook his head. A few of the bars he had stopped in to warm up during his travels had boards mounted to the wall, and there were sometimes a few people wagering a friendly game of darts.

“I don't know how the scoring works, but I've seen people play.”

Duke retrieved a handsome emerald-colored set of darts and stepped back to a worn piece of tape on the floor Cliff hadn't been aware of until then. Duke hesitated before handing him a set of his own, twirling one of the darts in his fingers with a sad smile.

“I'll go first and give you an idea of how it goes.”

Cliff's eyes were drawn to the darts that had been given to him. Holographic purple butterflies and a stylized capital letter a decorated the flights; it couldn’t be more obvious who used them most frequently.

“Alright, it's been a hot minute for me, so I'm gonna warm up. Used to play all the time at Doug's back in the day. Me, Manna, Jeff, Sasha, Rod... Heck, even Gotz and Hilda would join sometimes. We'd play regularly.” He twirled the dart by the barrel between his thumb and index fingers, watching the flight reflect the light from above them. “Ah, simpler times, for sure...”

He threw his first dart and Cliff wasn't sure if it was a particularly good throw or not. It was closer to the center of the target, but the curse mumbled under Duke's breath indicated that didn't necessarily make it a good shot. He waited for Duke to explain the scoring, but his mind was clearly focused on something else.

“Got a little harder to play once everyone started having kids... Once Ann got a little older and more active, it was hard to keep her out of the bar at night. Poor girl would get nightmares near nightly, so Doug tried to keep her behind the bar where he could keep an eye on her.”

Another toss. The smirk on Duke's lips told Cliff it was a decent one.

“Ann is Doug's daughter, but... she's got a lot of honorary godparents. We all look after our own, so when Felicity passed, everyone did their best to help Doug keep it together. Losing a family member... it's hell.”

Duke threw the final dart and it missed the board completely, landing right between the eyes of the illustration of a snowman on the calendar.

“Sorry there, Frosty. Guess we're havin' snow cones tonight.” He retrieved the dart and turned around, his dark eyes boring into Cliff. “But I guess I don't need to tell you how rough it is, huh?”

Cliff's knees felt a bit weak. He had recalled exactly how his mother's voice had sounded, something he had previously thought lost. “It's been on my mind a lot lately,” he confessed.

“So I've heard. Parents and sister, huh? I imagine that's a bit of a one-two punch...”

The chill of the wine cellar crept into Cliff's veins. “How do you know that?”

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Second Chance

Cw: implied injury, mentions of stitches, mentions of ricks death (sharp debrie to the heart).

Summary: Rick flag gets a second chance at life,and with it comes a chance to find a home.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

♡Lovely taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifehenrycooldown @mercuryships @hedone26

Hazy, deathfilled dreams.

Screams of pain and anguish.

And last words "peacemaker. What a joke".

Rick flag wakes up in a cold sweat, instantly, his body hurts like bitch. Searing hot pain overwhelms him and makes him lay back down.

--Oh thank the sun youre awake!-- a voice says.

He turns to face the source and sees a young woman, Brown messy hair, green eyes, a barn owl perched on her shoulder-- wh- who are you?

--Names Jerico, and I rescued you from under a pile of rubble and brick, you were almost dead...-- she leans over him, inspecting his bandages-- no bursted stitches...thats good

--how did you...? I was as good as dead-- he mumbled, head feeling light.

--you dont gotta worry about that, for now you need some rest-- her hand pressed against his forehead, and soon Rick flag was out like a light.

Some days passed since then, with him coming into conciousness and then go back to sleep. But he slowly recovered, spending more time awake and slowly being able to move on his own.

And so here he is now, shaving for the first time in weeks, he sighed with relief, finishing to clean up his face to then limp carefully back to bed.

--Good morning Rick!-- jerico Chirped with a tray with coffee and pancakes-- breakfast?

--Please, lm starving -- he said, grabbing the tray and putting it on his lap.

Her barn owl, Sunny, flew from her perch ontop of the door to his shoulder, nuzzling his cheek with her beak-- she likes that your face is clean

--Well, thanks sunny-- he cut up a piece of pancake And fed it to the bird. Hes seen the owl eat practically everything under the sun, so he wasnt worried about the effects of the pancake.

--Shes so spoiled-- jeri teased, gaining an ill look from the bird-- dont look at me like that you know im right

Rick chuckled, he'd gotten used to the homey domestic feel of it all-- and what do you think?

--I think it looks good on you-- she replied with a coy smile, sipping from her own Cup of tea.

His cheeks get warm and he looks away,-- why, thank you

The continue to eat their breakfast in quiet conversation, mostly planning what they would do today.

--Even if I cant do much, lemme help with something-- Rick pleaded.

--Well, you can make lunch, how about that?-- She offered.

--Id say like that idea-- he replied, flashing a playful smile her way.

It was pretty obvious that both had some sort of feelings for eachother. Since the first time Rick came into conciousness (And was coherent) he had found in his savior something like a kindred spirit.

And her gentleness, how kind and caring she was with him was one of the Many things he liked about her.

--Are you sure I cant do anythin' else? I feel pretty shitty when you do all the work-- he admitted looking at her with what jerico could only describe as "puppy dog eyes".

--Rick...-- she cood, putting a hand on his cheek, caressing it-- we've talked about this

He takes the hand on his cheek and says-- I know.. I know I cant do much in this state but you saved my life, helping you is the least I can do

She chuckled said-- when youre better you can help me with anything you'd like, soldier boy, for now, you rest and then make lunch-- she kissed his forehead, her hand slipping through his fingers like melted chocolate.

He blushes, trying his best to not meet her eyes, Incredibly flustered.

It took all of his self restraint to not kiss the air out of her sometimes.

--Where are you going?-- Rick asked, cringing at how clingy that sounded.

--To the supermaket,gotta get some stuff, ill be back in a flash-- she smiled at him and he felt like he was melting.

He had it bad.

After she left, Rick laid back down on the bed, looking at the ceiling and drumming his fingers on his stomach, he was bored out of his mind.

He sighed, sitting up once again and deciding to get out of bed.

Sunny tried to pull him back by the shirt, but the poor owl could only do so much against a creature four times bigger than her.

He started with simple tasks, cleaning the dishes and putting them back in their place.

Then, he cleaned the Windows and the floor, smiling in contempt as he could see his reflection on the floor.

By that time, his body was already asking him for a break, taking a piece of debrie to the heart had left him some serious issues with cardio and moving around.

So, he laid back down, absolutely tired. The only good thing being that he didnt burst any stitches since he was fairly carefull when moving around.

Rick had made a Cup of tea for himself, reading one of the Many books Jerico had lying around.

It was mildly interesting and soon he got lost in the story, being pulled out of his daydream when Sunny nudged his cheek with her wing, pointing at the clock with her beak.

"I should get started with lunch" he thought, getting out of bed carefully and walking to the kitchen.

--Im feelin' somethin' simple, what do you say, sunny?-- he asked rhethorically, taking out some instant mash potatos and some steak from the freezer.

He cooks to the rythm of the music that came from the radio, which sunny was so kind as to turn it on for him.

Lunch is ready just as Jerico arrives with some bags on her hands.

--Mírenla, miren, miren, mírenla

Mírenla, ella está tan sola

Mírenla, en sus ojos hay placer

Mírenla, cuando te enamora

Ella viene desde lejos y de

De jugar con tu ilusión

Buscabas la libertad y ahora

Cómo huir de esta prisión-- he sang, completely butchering the pronounciation of the words.

Rick turns around to serve the food and his eyes meet Jeri's.

Instantly, he leaves the food on the counter and helps her with the bags-- Rick! Be carefull!

--Im being carefull-- he said-- im just helping

Both quickly put everything in the fridge, and he finishes serving the food.

Both sit on oposite sides of the round table-- nice singing by the way-- she teases.

He tensed, coughing a little and saying-- oh...you heard that?...sorry I probably butchered everything

--i mean yeah but in an endearing way!-- She Chirped putting a hand on his forearm.

He chuckles, looking at his Plate-- you think im endearin'?

--yes I do, and I think youre cute too-- she flirted, taking him aback.

Flustered, and trying to save what dignity he had left, he says-- Carefull...sunny'll get jealous

As if on cue, Sunny hissed at both of them, tearing appart a piece of steak Rick had given her.

--Youre cute too, you feather ball-- the woman cooed, petting the birds head, to then meet her companion's gaze-- couldnt help but notice how clean everything was,did you do it?

--uh no?-- he replied not hiding the fact that he was lying.

--did you burst any stitches?

--i didnt,I promise-- he reassured, taking the hand that was on his forearm-- you worry about me too much

-- I cant help it, I care about you, yknow?-- jerico said sheepishly-- I dont wanna be overbearing but I couldnt live with myself if anything happened to you

He sits back in his chair, clearly in awe by what he just heard.

Regardless, Rick gives her a warm smile-- Nothin's gonna Happen to me because you take such care of me -- he flirted right back.

--Charmer-- she teased trying to brush everything off.

--Learnt from the best-- he winks at her and he doesnt know where that confidence came from. Yet he cant help but feel somewhat delighted at the blush that spreads across her cheeks.

After lunch, Rick decides to take a nap, while Jeri goes to shower.

Once clean, she changes and goes to bed, carefully laying besides her companion.

She had a queen sized matress but it was the only bed she has, so they had to share.

Not like neither of them were complaining.

Jerico turns to Rick, smiling as she brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, tensing when her hand lowers to his cheek and he leans into her touch,still asleep.

She giggles and kisses her forehead, then the tip of his nose and then lowering to his lips being inches away from them.

A sigh scaped past her lips and her head rested on the fluffy pillow.

He had to leave at some Point...but she didnt want that. But most importantly, did he wanted to leave?

The answer was no, but she didnt know that.

And because of it, she closed her eyes, knowing full well she could use a nap.

What she wasnt expecting, however, was to wake up in the arms of Rick who hugged her from behind, using his body to envelop her in some sort of protective cocoon.

Neon red blush settled on her face, she knew military men were clingy but she was not expecting to experinexe that clingynesd first hand today.

But she wouldnt dare move. This was way too perfect.

So, jerico leaned Into his touch, relaxing her body against his, hands pressing against his. Maybe one day she'd tell him how she felt.

Rick slowly opens his eyes, hugging whatever he was hugging tighter, Yawning.

His hazy half asleep eyesight Settles, and look down to see Jerico in his arms.

His body tenses but not pulling away from the hug-- sorry-- he mutters.

--Dont worry..-- she whispers-- we all need cuddles every once in a while

He rests his head ontop of hers, relaxing once more-- guess so...

Soon, a calm silence bloomed, nothing could be heard but the usual city escape noises and their breaths.

--Ive been thinkin' -- Rick started-- when I get better, I need to find a way back to the 'states, I might need some help

Jeri's heart squeezes-- thats okay, ill help you

--Youve done enough for me already, but thank you-- he smiles but she doesnt.

She didnt want him to leave.

But he said he would, even if he didnt want to. After all, how long would he be here, leeching off of her. He could barely help her out in his state.

Ten minutes pass, until jerico goes to make some tea.

Her eyes catch the sigh of Rick basking in the light of the sun set. Her breath hitches and she stares at him.

--How can you be so beautiful..-- jerico asked under her breath

--What was that?

--D do you want coffee or tea?

--Tea

She nodded and Walked to the kitchen, putting the kettle to boil.

Rick looks at her walk to the oven, he sees the way the last bits of sunlight shower her in golden light.

He puts a hand behind his head, the other on his chest, and a warm smile appears on his face. Could he have more moments like these? With this homey warmth and calm? He hoped so

--You look beautiful in the golden light-- he said non-chalantly, looking at her.

Jerico stops what shes doing and turns to him, a shy and nervous smile on her lips-- thank you, Rick. You also look quite beautiful with this light

He chuckled-- thank you

She nodded and kept doing the two teas.

By the time the sun had fully set and the early night began, both are standing there on the balcony, teas in hand, a warm summer breeze blowing past them.

Both are leaning on the concrete handrail, looking at the city of coltomaltes.

--do you really need to leave?-- Jerico asked, voice shy and sad. A big change from her usual chipper self

He sighed looking at the city below-- I have to go back..., but I dont wanna leave you.. but I dont want to force you out of your home...its more beautiful than mine thats for sure -- he took her free hand, giving her a preocupied look.

--We'll make it beautiful-- she promised-- I would love to go with you..

--But you have a life, you have Friends here and..

She leaves her Cup on the handrail, putting said hand on his cheek, caressing it-- im no stranger to leaving people behind...-- jeri Leans in-- ill let you in on a little secret, technically Im not from here

--Then where are you from?-- he asks leaving his cup on the handrail too and cupping her cheeks.

She points upwards with her eyes and says-- im whats known as a wayfarer, an interdimensional traveler

--I would be skeptic if it wasnt for the ammount of weird shit ive seen-- he admitted-- but..can you show me?

She nodds-- opening portals are hard work, but I can show you some of my other powers -- jerico's hand Blooms a Rose, tucking it behind his ear with a smile-- thats one of 'em

Rick smiles, taking the Rose from behind his ear to inspect it, before putting it back where it was-- what else?

She walks back a few steps, yellow light flows through her skin, until her body is nothing more than energy.

He watches as that light takes the shape of a lion, and as the light dims, low and behold, there is a lion-- pretty cool huh?

--I- wow-- he mused,reaching to pet the head of the lion.

She returned to her normal form in the same way she had changed-- I can talk to animals, thats why sunny is so obedient, and before I show you I gotta ask you something, you afraid of heights?

--A little bit-- he replied-- w why?

Her feet float up in the air,and offers her hand-- y you want me to wh-at?

--Only if you really want, ricky

He sighed, grabbing her hand. Instantly, his body floats too-- trust me-- she whispers.

--With my life-- he reassured.

Both fly up little by little right to the Lower layer of clouds, Rick looks down at the sea of light and passing cars.

--This is beautiful-- he comments-- never thought id see the city from up here

Jerico floats closer to him, their shoulders touching.

He looks at her, his free arm hugging her waist-- youre so amazing...-- he says fondly.

--Thank you-- she smiles and both lean in.

--Can I kiss you?...please?-- he whispers.

--Yes,yes you can

And finally, Rick kisses jerico, her hand lets go of his and for a moment he thinks hes going to fall. But he doesnt.

Her arms go around his neck, and he hugs her waist tight, smiling.

-- not bad, soldier boy -- she teases.

--Hmm, thank you

They press their foreheads toghether, and smile.

Soon after, they are back in Jeri's home, cuddling up to eachother with Sunny resting comfortably on the side.

Days later, they were back at Rick's house, finishing to fix everything up.

--Gotta say, its nice to not be alone in this house anymore--rick said, drying his hands on a rag-- cant wait to see what you do to these plain old white walls-- he hugs jeri by the shoulders, pulling her closer.

--hmm, I have some ideas in Mind-- jerico showed him some sketches on her Journal-- what do you think?

He looks over the various concepts, to then double tap his pointer finger on one of them-- this one. Where'd you going to put it?

--That wall over there, right behind the couch

--what do you need?-- He asked with his voice low, kissing the back of her ear.

She shivers and Gently elbows him in the stomach-- some more colors, but ill get them myself

--Ah come on, you'll need a guide

She snorts-- as I said, this is not the first United States I visit

--Well, how do you know its there in this USA?

She sighed in defeat-- fine, lets go cowboy

He chuckles following after her with a smirk-- yes ma'am...~

While Driving to the craft supplies shop, both are jamming out to music, smiling and singing along.

During a red spotlight, Rick puts a hand on her thigh, and she looks at him with a warm smile.-- what is it,Ricky?

--Nothin' I just love you

--I love you too-- they kiss briefly, before resuming their drive.

Once they got what they needed and were back at home, Jerico started to paint the mural, Windows wide Open.

--Didnt know those paints stinked that much-- Rick complained, sitting besides jerico and giving her a Cup of tea-- take a break, honey

--My arm's gonna fall off-- she whined, leaving the paintbrush on the palette and taking the tea.

--All the more reason to take a break-- he coaxed, scooting closer and wrapping an arm around her waist.

Her head rested against his chest, nuzzling his jaw-- love you

--Love you too-- Rick looks up at the wall and says-- its coming along really well

--Thank you baby

Some more days passed until the mural was finished, but once it was, it looked great.

Ricky looked at the wall, now painted with none other than himself And his girlfriend, holding hands and looking at eachother in the eye, floating in a midnight Sky with stars.

--It looks beautiful, honey, well done-- he pressed her to his side, lightly tightening his arms around her shoulders.

--thank you, Ricky

He leans in for a soft gentle kiss. her hands, stained with paint resting on his neck, thumbs caressing his jaw.

And as both look at the mural, with warm cups of tea provided by Sunny, Rick realizes he had found a home, and he'd take this second chance at life and enjoy it to the very last minute.

[bolters-and-rivets]

OK, had a sleep, now I'm ready to delve into the real insanity

Summery: One man is thrust into the spotlight as the new Cheif Mechanical Engineer of one of the western world's most renown railway companies, and in doing so would set in motion a chain of events which would see him come to be regarded by many railway enthusiasts as the anti-christ of Britain's railways second only to Dr Beeching (who for context is regarded as the man responsible for getting rid of steam power on the railways and nuetering our railway network) Part 2/2

You remember Flying Scotsman, engine number 4472, right?

well this ain't about her! this is about her older sister, the first member of the Gresley A1 class, 4470 Great Northern (as an aside, if you remember TTTE, Gordon the big engine is based on this class of locomotive)

Pictured: an extremely rare colour image of Great Northern prior to 1945

she was the first of the class built, all the way back in 1922 (Scotysman being built in 1923). She had been the prototype, and thus the oldest and subjected to the most milage of the entire Gresley A1/A3 fleet. and she was, at this time, receiving attention at the works.

Edward Thompson, seeing that war was drawing to a close, sought to have a dedicated express passenger locomotive, unfortunately wartime autierity did still apply, so he did what he had already done 10 times previously and had an engine rebuilt. So, Great Northern entered the works in wartime blackboard black, and exited with a new boiler, a brand new line, and a smart coat of Prussion blue paint.

Pictured: Great Northern after innitial rebuilding (top image), and later with her final form after innitial testing was carried out to illiminate teething troubles (bottom image).

Simon A.C. Martin believes that Thompson lacked tact, had misread the attachment of the railwaymen to Great Northern and that the selection of the locomotive was not his decision, but that of the Locomotive Running Superintendent. Such a decision would have been based on the proposed locomotive's age, total mileage to date, mileage since last shopping and overall condition. The late Richard Hardy, a draughtsman working on Great Northern stated that had the Chief Draughtsman Teddy Windle remonstrated with Thompson, Thompson would have replied that it was not his decision. As the first Gresley Pacific, Great Northern had been in service since 1922 and was being shopped at the time of the selection, hence its selection. Enthusiasts who happened to publish books when this was hapening allege that Thompson had the first and only say in what loco as selected and why.

this, reader, was NOT received well by the enthusiasts of the time. O.S.Nock, a man most known for publishing timings and speed runs but otherwise making a number of spurious claims in his writings about railway history over the years, called it "the most disappointing and tactless act in his short and stormy career as CME", another enthusiast, C. J. Allen, stated ‘he turned it into a machine of such hideous appearance as might well have made its designer turn in his grave"

I must take the time to note that the outline of Thompson's pacific locomotive was not unique nor unusual. The positioning of the cylinders so far back between the bogie and driving wheels (rather than in line with the bogie like Flying Scotsman), was an established design practice; the LMS and GWR had used such a layout on their own express passenger locos, and it saw popularity in countries on the continent such as Switzerland.

Pictured: The LMS "Princess Royal" Class, the LMS's competitor to Gresley's A1

Pictured: GWR King Class, the GWR's most powerful steam locomotive

Pictured: SSB (Switzerland) class A 5/3

be that as it may, the position of the cylinders are sighted as the main reason the Thompson 4-6-2s are seen by LNER enthusiasts as "Ugly" and "Ungainly", that because it's different to the Gresley pattern it's therefor wrong, and the descision to have Grwesley's locomotives, Great Northern among them, rebuilt is frequently attributed by fans to malice alone, with the circumstances of the time having very little to do with it. For YEARS they were universally decried as bad engines; poor runners, unreliable.

The facts of their collective performance are as follows:

"A set of comparison trials were undertaken during May and June 1945, the first comparing the A1/1 with an A4 and the second comparing an A4, the converted A2/1 and A2/2 on identical express passenger and freight duties, overseen by Arthur Peppercorn and Bert Spencer. Representing the classes in the second trials were A4 No. 2512 Silver Fox, A2/1 No. 3697 Duke of Rothsay and A2/2 No. 2003 Lord President. During the trials, the A4 performed the best on the express passenger service, while the A2/1 performed best on the freight services, with the A2/2 being in third place on both trials. Locomotive Running Superintendent George Musgrave commented that "During the trials, the A2/1 and A2/2 Class engines did not have to be worked to their full capacity. It was considered by the Locomotive Inspector that they both worked the freight easier than the A4.

Cecil J. Allen acknowledges the design with a log of a run behind No. 60502 Earl Marischal with a 220 ton gross load train (about average for Britain, with the very heaviest passenger trains reaching 300+ tons), achieving a speed of 95 mph, possibly the highest recorded speed by a 6 ft 2 in (1.880 m) driving wheel locomotive.

However, the engines had a high power to weight ratio and led to being extremely prone to slipping and were "light on their feet", limiting their haulage capacity and did not fully realize their theoretical power, although coal consumption was reduced and reliability improved. The divided drive design worked well, although the frame required modifications due to flexing and stress damage from the stretched design. During retirement, Thompson came to believe that the divided drive was not ideal and the solution adopted by Peppercorn (his successor as CME) and his team was better. According to O.S. Nock, they "acquired a particularly bad reputation for wild and unsafe riding at high speed!"

In addition, due to prejudice against the rebuilt locomotives (A2/2s), especially in Scottish depots, by 1949 the engines were sent south of the Border with three stationed at York and three at Peterborough New England shed. During their lifetime in service Earl Marischal was the only A2/2 to cover over one million miles, 360,907 as a P2 and 673,947 as an A2/2.

Great Northern had excellent steam generation due to utilising an A4 boiler and had a tractive effort of 37,400 lbf (166.36 kN), which made it one of the most powerful pacifics within the LNER, surpassing the Gresley A4 with only the A2/2 surpassing it. In the same year with only three working months, it achieved 22,052 mi (35,489.25 km) engine miles, compared to the A4 locomotives working in Scotland, which had the highest mileage that year and averaged 57,065 mi (91,837.22 km).

It then went on to become the highest mileage Pacific with an annual figure of 68,304 mi (109,924.63 km), outperforming the next best Gresley Pacific by around 15,000 mi (24,140.16 km). Engine report cards from the LNER archives at the National Railway Museum shows that Great Northern's rebuilt form achieved 55,882 mi (89,933.36 km) per year, matching Gresley A4s and Peppercorn A1s.

For the rest of its working life, Great Northern achieved significantly higher availability than other Pacific classes on the LNER, with its first working year, 1946, achieving 83% (that is to say it was available for use pulling trains 83% of the time, and out of use receiving some form of attention, such as regular maintainence, just 17% of the time, which for a single locomotive is almost unheard of). This is partially due to the difference in maintenance approach between the Gresley locomotives, which were often run to failure, while Thompson Pacifics had preventative maintenance and desired high availability.

Wartime was now over, and Thompson was finally free to put everything he had learned from the pacifics into use in a brand new locomotive design, built from scratch rather than rebuilt. and so it was that the A2/3 was born with the class leader being named Edward Thompson in honour of the designer.

since I want to make known any potential bias I may have, I would like to state that the A2/3 ranks among my favourite class of locomotives, with some of the most evocotive names applied to Doncaster's stud of racehorses (LNER pacifics were often named after horse race winners, hence are aften referred to as such), with certified bangers like Steady Aim, Straight Deal, Airborne, Sunbeam, and Ocean Swell. Gresley's locomotives, by comparison, numbered over 100, which, along some equally evocative names, had some slightly less grand titles like Seagull, Flamingo, Hermit, Call Boy, Sandwich, and Salmon Troute, though they did also have a locomotive named

Gay Crusader

So Gresley was also based it seems.

the A2/3s proved to be extremely capable engines in service, exactly what the LNER had needed; an engine as powerful as the record setting A4s, but able to take an express passenger north during the day and come back with an express freight overnight with equal ease.

There is an anecdote, though I can't verify it's origin, that in later years the nationalised British Railways undertook tests of express cement trains from East Anglia (think Cambridge University and you're in the right area) to Alba, they tested the A2/3 against the V2 along with later standard Classes Britannia and 9F, both regarded as very fine machines, with the 9f often hailed as the curtain call of british locomotive design, a leviathan of a heavy freight locomotive which could easily slog 1500 tons of freight up shap or haul a passenger tain at speeds of up to 90mph. the A2/3, it's said, is supposed to have walked it, being the only locomotive to keep to time over stoke bank (where Mallard set her record on the downhill stretch), and they were the locomotive of choice on that srvice for many years until diesel haulage took over.

Pictured: British Railways class '7MT', also known as "Britanias" for their patriotic titles as well as the name of their classs leader

Pictured: the BR '9F', the final development in British freight locomotive design, the only locomotive with 10 driving wheels to be built in any numbers in this country. their size and speed earned them the nickname of "Spaceships". Their final member, and the final steam loomotive built for British Railways, 92220, was given the fitting name of "Evening Star" to mark to end of a dynasty

and so we reach the heart of the discourse. Here we have a man who was given the job at the worst possible time, under the titanic shadow of his predicessor, and quickly found himself restricted in doing his job by cicumstances outside his control, and as such he had to make sacrefices that have seen him decried as the spawn of satan, if not satan himself.

he is seen as a foul man, wiesel faced, a hook nosed villain who made the choices he did with the apparent goal of destroying Gresley's Legacy with little other goal in mind, certainly not doing his damned job by ensuring the continued smooth running of the company he worked for by supplying them with new locomotives.

You see, British railway enthusiasts have a bit of an obsession with presservation, that is the continued existance of a locomotive after it has seen out its service life by being displayed in amuseum or working on a heritage railway. and the facts of the matter are that many thompson locomotives were not preserved, certainly non of his pacifics, rebuilt or otherwise, ignorring the fact that scrapyards in former LNER territory were scrapping locomotives as soon as they bought them and 99% of LNER locomotives were not saved despite attempts to the contrary with Flying Scotsman herself only just being saved by the skin of her teeth, is seen as tangible proof of Thompson's malisciousness and desire to destroy Gresley's legacy. Great Northern was ultimately scrapped, despite attempts by enthusiasts to save her, so this is seen as proof of Thompsons intent to destory Gresley's legacy

there are a number of myths surrounding Thompson and his locos, some range from the ridiculous and consiritorial, to the downright sinister and, had such claims ben published whilst Thompson was alive I am positive that many of the names who are regarded as trusted primary sources would have found themselves being dragged into court for libel.

The conspiritorial: Edward thompson, it is said, was the cousin of Sir Vincent Raven, the CME of the North Eastern Railway before the grouping, who had been offered up the role of CME for the LNER when it was formed, but turned it down because he was reaching retirement age, The conspiracy, it alleges, was the Thompson was bitter over Raven not getting the job, so he aspired to become Gresley's understudy with the sole purpose of rebuilding every one of his locomotives when he replaced him. This is a myth that plays into the false impression of CMEs and the rivalries they held so it is accepted as logical fact without a second thought.

The Libelous: there is a book called "Thompson & Peppercorn, Locomotive engineers" by one Col. Rogers which, along with chapters of some of the most hateful and contradictory diatribe I have had the displeasure of reading, such as constantly maligning Thompson's pacifics for their unfixable faults whilst in later chapters going to great lengths to detail how the locos of his successor had identical problems which were quickly solved, makes the statement of "so hated was this man that no one could be bothered to show up for his funeral". When you learn the fact the Edward Thompson was a private man who requested the funeral be kept private to his immediate family you start to get a picture of just how much people have let hate cloud their judgement to the point where every action is seen as catagorical proof of his innate evilness.

People reading this are probably familour with some flavour of discourse, this is Tumblr after all. But I speak from personal experience when I say that it is one thing to have someone shouting at you online where you can block and walk away and another thing entirely to meet such reactionary people in person as PENSIONERS when you are a child stepping out into the world for the first time

I used to enjoy railway modelling (I don't any more because it requires a lot of space and I now play warhammer because the fans are less toxic by far /j), it was the main special interest during my childhood, and let me tell you when you're a thirteen year old anxious Autistic child and you get told by someone in their 90s who remembers seeing the LNER in the flesh that if I ever obtained a model of a Thompson pacific, no matter how well made, he would smash it on sight with a lump hammer without hesitation, it has an effect on you.

I have gotten into lengthy arguments with people on the subject, and there's always a point where I quickly realise it's pointless to continue because they see the claims of Noch, Rogers, and others, as infallable objective proof and not the reactionary outrage of, likely undiagnosed Autistic, individuals both within and without the railway industry who saw select locomotives of their most beloved hero being rebuilt and took it as a personal afront motivated solely by malice.

And so we come to the end of our deep dive. I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned from all this about the danger of taking peoples' firsthand accounts as objective facts of history when researching without applying basic critical thinking skills like "could this person by motivated to say these things out of a personal vendetta?", and that even otherwise trusted sources can have their view of specific issues clouded by personal bias.

Now, if anyone has come away reading this and has any questions, plase feel free to send me an ask, I'd be very happy to have an excuse to re-ignite my old love of railways by info dumping to strangers.

I think there's something objectively funny about the discourse in railfan communities because it's always people loosing their shit about the most inconsiquential historical changes to something and taking it as a personal affront. I've legitimately read a book where the author was so biased against a specific locomotive engineer that he claimed a type of locomotive was "mutilated" because it was rebuilt by that engineer to be more efficient. when the locomotive in question looked like this before rebuilding

and this after rebuilding

the same author later went on to state, in the same book; "So dispised was this man that no one attended his funeral*" and if that doesn't meet the legal definition of libel I don't know what does.

*he had specifically requested a private funeral service. I just feel like Tumblr would get a kick out of the level of hate autistic people in the 50s and 60s and beyond could have for someone for daring to touch their train set (he rebuilt a locomotive used by a railway to make money to be better performing and cheaper to run),

British railfans from the 60s would have loved Tumblr, there would have been so much toxic discourse that would have the rest of Tumblr going "can you guys chill for a sec?". There would probably have been at least one site breaking drama because someone firebombed someone else's house for stating their favourite engineer was Vincent Raven and not Charles Collette.

if people are curious I would absolutely be willing to go into more details on the rebuilding discourse.

[eyepatchbf-archive]

twds7 -> seaside-hill

[melanchole]

dnateaser -> cutelatino

[payasamlover]

Kalyanam

Summary: Harry and yn's wedding.

Word count : 1.6k

Pairing: Harry styles x desi!yn

A/N: hey everyone it's my first time writing anything like I'm new to Tumblr. Please treat me with kindness. India is a diverse country where the culture and the traditions vary from place to place. I'm from Kerala South India and I'm writing this fic from my idea of a wedding around here . This is not how every Indian wedding happens . lm not generalising about Indian weddings. I've seen a lot of desi wedding fics on Tumblr but never a south Indian based fic. So here I am writing my first and foremost fanfiction . And also can we just pretend everything is okay between 1d members after hiatus

Warning:MINORS DNI, 18+, Contain smut

Terms :

1.Nethi chutti :A Nethi Chutti is a bridal accessory that every South Indian bride dons for her wedding! It is similar to a maang tikka or a matha patti and comes in different styles, materials and even colours

2.Mehndi:Mehndi is a form of body art and temporary skin decoration from the Indian subcontinent usually drawn on hands or legs, in which decorative designs are created on a person's body, using a paste, created from the powdered dry leaves of the henna plant. Henna was first applied as a means to cool down the body.

3. Saree:A sari is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent

4.Thaalam: the thaalam is a plate that has flowers, a brass lamp, a fan made of ivory and gold cloth and in some communities even a small bowl of Adenanthera Pavonina seeds which is supposed to signify luck.

5.Kalyana Mandapam: temporary platform set up for weddings and religious ceremonies

6.moné: it's like a nick name meaning dear

7.Thali: A mangala sutra or thaali , is a necklace that the groom ties around the bride's neck in the Indian subcontinent, in a ceremony called Mangalya Dharanam (Sanskrit for '"wearing the auspicious"'). The necklace serves as a visual marker of status as a married Hindu woman

8. Sindoor/Sindooram:is a traditional vermilion red or orange-red coloured cosmetic powder from the Indian subcontinent, usually worn by married women along the part of their hairline

To say that Harry was not nervous was an understatement boy he was shaking in his boots. it has nothing but the fact that he is getting married to the love of his life in the next few hours and that's the main reason why he is so stressed out. Harry is getting ready for a life with someone he loves.

The wedding is small and intimate which is contrary to usual Indian weddings which are supposed to be luxurious and grand. But yn wanted it to be minimal you know just to celebrate her and harry's union of life. 

Harry can't help but think about what could go wrong. While he was in his bubble of anxiousness and zealously when he got a text message.

Ynn

Hey H I'm so excited for us. can't wait to see you, my love. I have a surprise for u later. See you in a couple of hours! - X

Harry grinned at the message. Yn always makes time for him no matter where they are in their relationship. Even when he's busy or she's away from him. She never complains about how long it takes him to reply no matter what. Harry loved Yn with every ounce of his body no matter what. He embraced her South Asian roots from the beginning of their relationship. Yn takes very much pride in her South Asian culture and heritage and made it clear from the day they met that she would never forget her roots. Yn's family is from South India so they're having a traditional South Indian Hindu wedding. 

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Harry was dressed in a traditional dhoti and shirt. His hands were adorned with a couple of rings along with his engagement ring. He had a couple of gold chains hanging around his neck. He felt suspenseful and this feeling of bliss couldn't be explained. He was going to get married after all. To be honest he couldn't wait to get married. Harry looked down at his hand remembering the day they met. How he first laid eyes on the gorgeous woman before him. Harry sighed and looked at himself in the mirror. There weren't many people around him. The venue was crowded but not overly so. They needed a private wedding.

He thought back to all those years ago and wondered how he ever found the courage to ask her out. He remembered that night like it was yesterday. They were on their first date and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You look beautiful," Harry whispered into her ear. Harry's voice was gentle and husky and YN felt butterflies flutter in her stomach.

"Thank you. I know you don't mean that." Yn teased causing Harry to chuckle.

"You're right ".This made yn to snort and she looked at him closely and thought to herself how lucky she is to have someone who cares deeply about her well being. She loved harry to death.

While he was reminiscing their nostalgia there was a knock on the door. Suddenly Harry's mom and his sister Gemma appeared in his room. Seeing her son in his wedding outfit tears started welling up in her eyes and she thought of the little boy clinging to her on his first day of school. "Haz you look so handsome! Oh, my baby c'mere". She embraced him with her warmth. "I'm so happy for you. Yn is the best person anyone could ask for. I'm really happy that you guys found each other." She wiped away the tears that were flowing down her face. She kissed him one last time. Gemma turned to him whose eyes were welled with tears. "You got this Harry. You guys are perfect for each other. You both complete each other. No matter what happens you'll always be my baby brother who fought for the last piece of pizza". He chuckled at her words. " Thank you so much for everything. You both are the most important people in the world to me besides YN. Thank you for making me the man I am today. I'm grateful for everything you guys have done for me". Then suddenly Niall walked in "Mate its time let's go get you married ".

"Mom we need to go downstairs now," Harry said smiling at his mother and sister who nodded in response. Then he walked out the door followed by Gemma Niall and Anne.

When he arrived downstairs he was awaited by his former bandmates Zayn Liam and Louis who were his groomsman They hugged each other.

"Congratulations on your wedding you loser! You look stunning," Louis commented as they broke apart. "Thanks, Louis I look dashing as always," Harry replied teasingly and smiled. Zayn laughed at them and nudged Niall. It's so crazy to see all the 5 lads after so many years like three of them have children and one of them is getting married to the love of his life. No one would believe this 10 years ago. It's just crazy how night changes everything. He walked to the ceremony waiting patiently for his lovie.

Yn was doing better than she imagined. She was calm and collected. Her dark long luscious hair was braided and jasmine flowers were adorned on her hair along with the Nettichutti and the outfit she chose to wear made her look divine. She was wearing a fierce red saree which embarked her fire within. Her mehndi was done on her hands and legs. Gold jewellery adorned her body and bangles decorated her wrists. Her skin glittered and her lips curled into an angelic smile. The saree accentuated the curves of her voluptuous body. Yn wore strapless heels and a pair of gold jewelled anklets on her ankles.She knew she looked stunning. Not only because she was planning to marry the man she loved but also because she was getting married in her homeland Kerala. She felt proud of herself and loved her husband for coming up with such a wonderful idea. Harry did everything for her and if he didn't love her she wouldn't have gone through this hellish ordeal. All of her bridesmaids entered the room with thaalam in hand. Her sister took her hand and handed her the thaalam. All the bridesmaids were wearing cute pastel saree with minimal gold jewellery and minimal jasmine flowers on their heads. 

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"I am," she said while giving her father a reassuring nod. They all started walking up to the Kalyana Mandapam. As soon as Harry saw her he fell in love with her again. When she approached the mandapam a tear rolled down her cheek. This is something so important she couldn't contain her emotions.

"You look ravishing " Harry couldn't help but gush. She giggled and said, " so do you, babe". Pujari(Hindu priest) started chanting the mantras in front of Agni and started doing the rituals. Harry's gaze met hers and they locked gazes for only a second before he turned away with a soft smile on his face. Then the priest handed him the thali. He tied the first and second knot then Gemma tied the third. They exchanged the flower garlands. After that, he was handed the sindoor and he took a pinch of sindoor and he put some on her forehead and she, in turn, took the sindoor and did the same thing to harry on his forehead breaking the tradition and making a new one for them and they walked around the Agni seven times to establish the onset of their marriage.

{During the Saath Phere, the bride and the groom, circumambulate (walk around) the sacred fire seven times as they exchange their marital vows. The fire here becomes the witness (Agni Sakshi) as they make promises to each other.}

After the rituals, Harry went to grab Yn's arm and kiss her on the forehead. She looked up at him and gave a watery smile. Harry pulled her closer and held her tightly. This moment was meant for them.

After the ceremony, everyone took a picture to celebrate their marriage and the engagement.

"I still can't believe you got married!" exclaimed Niall. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, we've established that Niall. Now leave us alone."  Harry said in a sassy tone. The boys and the bride walked together towards the reception hall to have a hearty meal and enjoy

Harry sat next to her enjoying the food. He kept stealing glances at his beautiful bride while eating. He kept seeing her biting her bottom lip to stop herself from smiling. "I cannot wait to take this saree off you ." He whispered in her ear making her blush slightly. After finishing their meal Yn excused herself and headed to the dressing rooms to change. She slipped on her dress and tied the strings of her sari. When she turned around Harry's eyes immediately lit up when he saw her. "Wow..."  He muttered looking at her. "you look incredible". She blushed at his words.

"Shall we?" she said softly. Harry nodded then he stood up and extended his arm for her to hold onto while they stepped outside.  He led her across the grounds towards his car.Harry opened the passenger door for her and helped her inside. He shut the door before taking his seat beside her. He took a deep breath and leaned over toward Yn. Their noses touched and he closed the gap connecting their lips. Her soft pink tongue licked his plump lips making them taste sweet.

After the kiss ended, Harry opened his mouth to say something but Yn silenced him by placing her finger on his lips. She gently stroked the side of his face before leaning down to peck him on the lips once more.

Yn wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer while deepening the kiss. Harry grabbed her waist and tugged her against him. Their tongues danced and their chests rose and fall simultaneously. Yn broke the kiss and rested her head on his chest. She felt like her entire body was filled with adrenaline and happiness.

As far as Harry was concerned she was the most beautiful girl in the universe. It was hard not to stare at her. He adored her. There were no words to describe what he felt or how he felt about her. He was about to deepen the kiss when heard banging on the glass of Yn's window which startled them both. "Oi quit making out in the car you divs same some for your honeymoon" Louis exclaimed. They both looked at each other and laughed. "What did he say? Did you hear I wasn't paying attention?" Yn inquired. Harry chuckled. "Yeah I heard he said he doesn't want to be a third wheel to two lovebirds"

"Oh shut it, Louis" she replied playfully. Louis rolled his eyes and left the parking lot. She cupped Harry's jaw in her palms and kissed his lips once more. He responded passionately and deepened the kiss. They parted reluctantly. Yn looked lovingly at him " I missed you so much, Harry.."

He cupped her face in his hands and gazed fondly at her "Me too." "You have no idea how what torture was not seeing you or holding you or kissing you or being near you for the whole day". But now finally having you all to myself is the best thing ever. She nipped his ear and Harry lets out a low husky sound that she loves. He slowly placed her in the backseat of his car and pulled her skirt upwards showing her thigh. Harry sucked on her inner thigh making her gasp loudly and grab a fistful of his short brown curls. He continued sucking on her and slowly slid the lace of her panties down exposing her wet centre." I couldn't t control myself when I saw you in that saree," Harry mumbled between kisses making her shiver at the intimate way he talked to her. "Please Harry" she breathed out desperately. He then lifted himself off her and took off his pants, leaving her with nothing but her thali and bra on. He traced his hands around the mehndi that adorned her hands and went up to her upper thighs and trailed kisses up her stomach to her breasts. Her breathing was heavy and uneven.

"Fuck me you are so stunning, baby "

he mumbled as he caressed her tits tenderly.

Yn whimpered under his ministrations. "I need you, Harry.." Harry smirked when she said his name like that. . He lifted himself so he could get a better angle. He positioned himself between her parted legs and pushed himself inside her slowly." Look me in the eyes babe" he demanded. Yn complied and stared straight into his eyes.

Harry moved his hips and began grinding against Yn making her moan. She felt herself reaching climax. He removed the rest of her clothing and joined his lips with hers while he rubbed himself against her. Yn bit her lower lip whilst wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. With his, he started rubbing her clit and she let out a muffled gasp. He continued moving his hips in slow motion causing her to arch her back into his thrusts. She felt his erection pushing her walls apart. Yn moaned lowly and gripped harder onto his hair.

Suddenly, he stopped pressing against her and she was confused. Harry's lips were pressed against her neck when he spoke. " Look at my face" he ordered her. She obeyed. "When I feel you close like this I know that you are going to cum" he murmured into her ear while placing kisses on her neck. Yn let out a loud gasp and arched her back even harder into him, her hips starting to thrust into his. Harry placed his hands on either side of her head.

"Look at me while you come for me baby" Harry whispered before plunging himself deeply into her. Yn clenched around him in pure bliss, the feeling of her walls tightening around his dick was amazing. Harry could feel his climax approaching him ."Come on Harry cum for me " I know you're close let go for me yes " he continued thrusting in her with his hips while his voice deepened. Yn came screaming his name along with his name. They didn't break eye contact as Yn orgasmed and collapsed on Harry.

Once Yn had caught her breath she looked at him. Harry smiled down at her and caressed her face. He helped her get dressed and removed her makeup. "I can't believe we fucked in the car what the hell". Harry said laughing. Yn slapped his shoulder jokingly.

The sun was setting when they returned to their room, the couple snuggled up into their bed and fell asleep instantly.

This is how I imagined their outfits to be

A/n: this was my first time writing anything . if you like this please reblog and follow my channel i would appreciate it very much thank you.

[butterfliesinmyguts]

rest easy

summary: you save guts

warning: blood and violence( its berserk), virgin reader, angst, and smut

your days were spent alone, only few a visitors pass by your cottage mostly lost travelers. you tended to your farm, horse, and went into the village every once in a while to gather supplies but it was unsafe now and days. you couldn’t ever get visitors.

on this night, you were heading back from the village deciding to take a short cut threw the forest as the rain started to slowly fall. your boots helped against the mud and you applaud yourself for not wearing a dress. pulling your hood over you head your pressed on, as the rain pour even more.

thunder clapped along the sky and it was getting a little harder to see the trail. stop for a second you leaned brush the mud of the rocks to see it was straight for here to your cottage.

wiping off the mud on a branch, while your ears filled with a loud roar. your eyes widen, as your feet dragged you towards it. groans and loud cracking echo there the forest. maybe someone hurt, something clicked in you. who ever it was they need help.

“ who goes there!” you shouted, a sorry attempt to place fear in the sound you feared.

“ ugrhhhhhhhh!” the creature howled, your body frozen in pure terror. the things body was blob with a a abnormal human body attach like .. like it was it face but the eyes were above the body, I grew nauseous.

the tall creature eyes were fixed on a wounded man who was on laying against the dirt “ silly of you to think you could win!” his hand pressed on his lower stomach, looking at the mans face he had no far just a blank expression with blood and dirt covering his tight chin.

as the creature slowly approached him- i thought quickly- I had to do something , I couldn’t just stand by and watch this happen. bending down patting the soggy ground not letting my eyes of the monster as my fingers tips grabbed a hand full of rocks. I knew for sure if chucked the matter at the dam thing and stayed where I was creature it quickly find me in tear me apart, I had to be smart about this.

the man body was inches away from a large tree, if I could throw the rocks and make it over there before the rocks hit the creature body i could survive. convenicing myself I watched the man turn looking over at this huge blade his face contorted yet focus on the object- what is hold did that have to him?

as the creature stood closer to him - your hand fling the rocks at the things whist your feet twisted to keep from slip it lead you to make a break behind the tree and then infront of the man. “ are you okay?” drop your knees to the wet ground your eyes wondered the mans body as he looked surprised at your presences, the man was handsome to say the least, he would have saw the warm tint of cheeks if it wasn’t for the cold rain.

my questions were answers his palm lifted slightly of the wound to display blood. he had a deep gush, pushing back his hand applied pressure again as I turned.

a loud screech rumble through the forest followed by thunder as the creature turned in angry crawling towards were I just left trying to find out we’re the rocks came from- he tore through the trees- I eyeballed the thing. that could of be you. the monster was extremely strong, this would be your only time to put it down.

the man notice you as cover his body was yours, the smell of blood and sweat made way through your norstils as his filled with lavender and mint, the man behind whined in pain as he tried pushing himself up guts knew he had to do. you rejected his actions slowly pushing him down but his shoulders. the man watched you perplexed, what is she doing?“ I’ll protect you I promise...” his eyes widen as your trembling begun searching around as you found a long sword the he was looking at it.

weakly you stood up with the sword in hand, stepping back you sunk you heel in the ground pulling the blade up. you grunted as result, finally getting a good grip you aimmed behind the creature as he still tore. the man watched you in awh as he question who you are, you had to be lms of the kingdom swordsman but he hadn’t seen you before.

the heavy sword pulling you down, but you refused to let you go. the man cough concern you leading to the turning of your head“ please I ...” sniffing he picked his head up “ I’ve got this run fast..” shaking your head no at the man. You had to protect him, that was what you said you had to stay true to your word.

finally your arms got used to the weight blade, You knew it wouldn’t be long before your muscle give out so you aimmed toward the distracted creature. “ AHHHH” you cried charging toward the thing who finally turning to you but it was too late.

stabbing the creature, “ you bitch!” it spat at you, cover your body with blood in. throwing your head back in disgust you shoved the blade all the way through letting go finally killing the thing as you fell on your knees to the ground.

turning to the man, he was stunned, pushing his body against the tree to push himself up. he was surprise that you could even lift his sword but killing the dam thing! out of the question.

picking herself up of the ground, he watched her run towards him. the women was beautiful, her shirt ripped and her face covered in dripping blood- but still wore the look of worry on her face. “ let me help you, my home is just this way...” nodding she allowed him to leaned my body against hers.

“wait...” guts breathe as he bent down pulling the blade with ease out of the creatures body placing the sword on his back.

leaning against the woman he realized he hasn’t even said his name, “guts..” his deep voice vibrated. you looked up towards the man, “ my name is guts, yours?” he claimed as you both finally step into a clearing leaving the dark forest. the women lead guts toward her home replying with “y/n, it’s nice to meet you.” the rain finally slowly down only drizzling on the top of you.

walking through the opening of glossy grass a small cottage was pointed out by the bright moonlight. “thank you for that..”

“ that? I saved your ass..” guts hands held her sides letting a nice squeeze to them almost making her laugh. “ thank you for saving my ass”

you were extremely proud of yourself, when you were younger your brothers taught you how to wield a sword and fight to defend yourself. 

leading guts in you, you placed him on the ground on one of the rugs you just finished. now it’ll be covered in blood but you had no worries about that. getting up you ran to the outside getting a bucket of water and placing it on the fire place. grabbing your clothes and sewing kit.

guts groaned a bit, as he discarded his armor. rushing to his side you begun to clean him off and sewing him up. guts watched you tend to his wounds, you made sure to take care of injured spot.

he knew there was only so much you could do but he’d appreciated everything you did. finish your sewing, you patted him off with the warm towel. y/n knew one of his ribs were at least cracked due to the bruising, but guts still moved around like it was nothing lifting him self up and everything. this told you that it wasn’t his first time fight against something like this.

“ thank you...” nodding standing up stretching your limbs. turning you looked out your window the rain finally stop, but you finally saw your reflection of dirt and dried blood on you body. you need to clean yourself, “ you can lay your head here tonight...” a smirked played on his lips, realizing how forward and a bit inappropriate that sounded you stumbled saying“ o..oh only if you like” guts rose towering over you, finally getting a good look at him. his was extremely ripped, raven colored hair laid against his scalp and presence made you feel like a was a teenage girl with a crush. guts was nothing but handsome.

you didn’t realize his stare towards you as your eyes wonder his body, you stumbled backwards tripping over bunched up rug. Guts didn’t let you let you fall, as you as met his watching him warp his arms around you- hands planted flat against your back . the corners of his mouth quirked up as his eyes instantly fell to your lips, “ don’t fall” he murmured. breathing out, you pulled back nodding and apologizing.

Guts smiled at the fact that he made your this flustered, you turned grabbing a towel. “ I’m going to bathe, I’ll make you one too... please ea-t your welcome to anything...”

you wondered off, as he dropped his things, looking around your cottage it was full of greerny, candles all around lit the room but the large arch window allow the moonlight to shine in, and your bedroom was on top of garret with only could be reached by a ladder.

you had rugs over the wooden floor and paintings that covering the wall with some unfinished, is this how you made your money? leaning on the window seal he saw your crops. how could so much be done by one person, and from the looks of it she lives all alone. turning he say a sliver man armor in the corner, mhm maybe she doesn’t.

after eating most of your bread and fruit you had out- gut heard you called out and told him the bathe was filled again letting him know you were all done. you opposed no threat, not one at all. you laid your life down for him, it made him fair you even than your stunning looks. he felt comfortable around you-you risk your life for him.

guts watched from the door frames as you tended to your night gown in the mirror, you looked beautiful.

“I’m here..” guts broed body stepped into the wash room- you had on a dress with a loose corset bra on, you skin was glowing in the candle lit room. “already for ya...” you watched as guts go towards the bath as the steam from the bath covered the room, pulling down his pants down you turned your body. does this man have no shame? closing your eyes you hand gripped the door knob, “my apologies, I’ll leave y-“

quickly silencing her guts look behind him to you, “ I’ll need help, do ya mind?” he watch you slowly opening your eyes to him, you quickly nodded. making your way to find a small towel and pulled the stool behind him.

guts placed his feet in the wooden tub trying to get used to the warm water as he slowly set, you turned away you waited until his lower was in the water as guts let out a sigh.

your eyes studied his scar fulled back. your fingers tips traced them, getting lost in them it was almost like a puzzle. guts felt your innocent touches and relaxed, letting his head fell between his shoulders. “ so is there another bed?” shaking your head gaining focus again grabbing the towel, “ no, I stay alone I hope you don’t mind sharing..” your heart skipped a beat at the thought of the warm feeling of other by your side. “no I was confused on if you laid alone...”

blushing a bit you, started washing back and then turning to face him to wash his chest with warm towel. guts observed you again as focus deeply on your task at hand. biting your lips you spoke again “ my brother died two winters ago, so I keep to myself..”

that answer his question, “ I’m sorry fo-“ her finger hushed him while she placed the on his lips, “ don’t apologize...” you said seriously- all guts could do nodded, as she started at his neck with the cloth. “you just getting to know me, what about you? “

guts felt warm, staring at you he spoke with a “complicated “ looking at him for a moment until you could help but to bust out in laughter. guts rolled his eyes, “what?” you sighed, “ you were so serious you just look a little funny”

guts watched her giggled to herself, at least she didn’t beg on. compared to others she’s seen way more, and she’s calm. y/n is laughing, watching her eyes closed and she talked about how she planned on cleaning the blood stained rug and went on about the monster outside and how heavy my sword was. “ you know I could have saved myself?” guts looked up, making her roll her eyes. “ then clean your own body baby..” she sit up beginning to walked away.

“Ah!” guts gasped as you turned back to him in worry, “did a cut open?”she leaned in and earned as splash of water on her, “ hey!” she questioned guts, “ you just looked funny”

after guts finished you give him some dry clothes with a cup of tea. you give him an explanation about the crops, “I wake up everyday at five in the morning...” that was crazy to him. you guys climbed up into you bed, guts set up looking out the window.

resting your head on the pillow you watched him. guts was tense, like he was worried. reach out for his hand he flinched. confirming your thoughts, his eyes watched you as your hand pulled him down to you. “ I promise your safe here...”

guts watched you, letting his head finally rest. after what it felt like years. eyes watching you, brush his hair from his eyes. “ you don’t have to worry..” giving him a hazy smile. guts heart throbbed pulling you into him.

for a moment you let your eyes fall and pressed deeper into him. savoring this moment, chest pressed together guts felt your heartbeat. it was a slow thump, letting him know you were relaxed. his hand smoothed along your curves petting you.

you body buzzed, while your palms instinctively went behind his neck. grabbing your waist he pulled you closer to him, I moan slipped pass you lips. you’ve never had this happen, guts watched you as his hips grinded against yours. your eye closed and mouth ajar along his lips in pure pleasure that you’ve never felt before. thinking of the times you rocked against your pillow, having his hands and the musk of him around your was completely different. guts lips touch your cheek as you quickly pulled back.

guts confused and extremely turned on by the sounds you made in his ear- glazed at your in worry. “ I’m sorrry..” you mumbled holding yourself, you felt almost embarrassed and weak. you haven’t been-

“ no one ever made me feel like this before..” looking guts eye widen.“ it’s your first time?” he asked you, you didn’t want to answer but guts could see in your movements, your were awkwardly nervous, and your corset squeeze against your chest due to your tight breathe.

guts eyes darted to your bust, licking his lips. He thought about this situation in front of him, slowly guts arms found your hips pulling you on top of him.

your hands laid flat again this chest looking down, you didn’t know how to feel nor what to do. guts stared watching your lips quiver, his fingers worked on your the strings on your back with eventually let your top fall.

his hands discarded it as he planted soft kisses on your skin. leading up to your lips, starting off soft you two made out until you craved more. lifting your hips up and sitting them down on his.

guts large hands reached under your dress to your bare soft thighs. squeezing them you bounced, pulling away to look down. “ I wanna- ah- watch ” your hands swiftly bunched up your skirt at your waist making guts smile. As his this slowly brushed past your heat, “ that fe-ahh so good” you moaned resting your head on his shoulder.

guts cock throb, stunned from the words that just left your mouth. pushing deeper gut thumb became cover in your juices, you were dripping for him. “ oh guts!” you moaned into his ear, his thumb continue to move against your ball of nerves as his finger starting pushing against your opening.

gasping your pulled back a little, guts hand kept you still and held you there. you never felt that pressure before and it sting a little, “ sorry it just came as a surprise..” guts nodded, pressing is lips against yours again, His thumb so moved against you as your lips molded together- he pulled back breathless “ we don’t have rush okay?”

desperate for his lips again you moved again them, nodding not even needing to convince yourself. guts slowly pushed his finger inside you, hearing the slick sounds as he twist and turn his finger made it hard to go move against his finger. a loud moan left lips, while you held on top him tight.

you never wanted this to stop, laying you down softly as his hand on your back went to soothe the warmth on your cheeks, you were expose to him.

guts took your beautiful body in, as his hands showed appreciation to every part of your body. his lips kisses you stomach and then your hips. making his way to your breast that he knead, earning a moan from him, squeezing your legs against his body he felt his member jump.

guts faced you, �� this is an honor...” kissing you again, you feel him pushing into you. your lips part opening up more as he sucked on your bottom lip. his large hands held you thighs as the burning slowly went away, as guts groaned started to rock move his waist as yours.

You gasped in astonishment pawing at guts back. guts drive into you, your left perfect around him. your pussy hugged him tighter than ever, begging - pleading for more of him.

his was in a complete trance by y/n, your moans were music to his ears “ oh guts!” only pressed him to want more of you.

you had mixed emotions, you told yourself that you would never marry off to keep your family name. So expected to never have this intimate moment with anyone, to never experience this moment . but now that you are it felt so right and you never wanted to stop.

“ holy shit your tight..” lips roughly pressed at your skin, you were in heaven. your body felt so good, placing your hands on his sides you dug your nails in pleading for him to go faster.

“ ugh! “ your legs wrapped around his body pulling him deeper inside of you awakening a bundle of ecstasy. guts saw you were a messy, words left your mouth in pants as you body shaked. flickering down to his cock he saw you milking him, you were experiencing your first orgasm and it was all from him.

lips falling on your neck, he drove deeper insane you wanting more as your hands gripped his hair. “ oh god!” you were in a frenzy, a guts frenzy.

pulling back guts watch you release for him, his hands clenched the sheet to hold his in. the site of you, was just enough for him.

as soon as you notice guts stop his movements you hips rode against earning a deep sigh from him. “ more!” you cried, guts gocked letting his head fall, as you pushed him deeper. You were so desperate for him, you were intoxicated by him. kissing him more your felt a spark, tingle your lips as guts pulled away groaning.

“ahh y/n fuck!” guts cried releasing inside you as he buried his inside you making you whimper in his ear, hold his head in your arms. guts screwed up his face, thrust more inside you. his cum all going deeper in you, as your pushed his hair out of his face.

kissing you deeper, you both felt enchanted by each other by each other, panting into each other guts gazed at you telling you that your amazing making you feel all warm inside.

laying his head on your bare chest he fell into a deep well needed sleep. your fingers ran through his hair as you replayed the recently events.

as the morning came you routine begun, guts still sound asleep- well not sound you could hear his snores even as you tended to your crop. you took it upon yourself to pack him fruits and berries in around cloth that smelt just like you.

fixing yourself, you changed into a dress passing your ankles. your corset tight, as you heard a stir. looking up upon your loft guts body was cleaved, his abs laided tight on his chest as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. looking down on your he almost gasped, you were breath taking as you smiled at him.

you were glowing, slowly climbing up the ladder Sitting on your knees in front of him. “good morning sleeping beauty..” chuckling he connected your lips, as your hand placed on his shoulder pulling of with a smile.

guts fingers found your hair twirling around his fingers, “ when do you plan on heading off?” guts smirked placing his hand behind your neck using his thumb to rub your temple. his lips take hold of you again while you threw you on top of him.

your lips dancing together as you playful caressed his body. guts hips pushed against you making you pulling back to lean up. “ what are you doing?” his snaked up to your hips as he slowly brushed his cock against you. eyes fluttering as you whimpered. guts smiled, flipping you over so he was on top. placing your hands on his chest, your face turned to the side.

did I do something wrong, guts eyebrow quirked as he turned down. “ we can’t do this right now, we gotta get you all packed..” as you continued to rumble you tried to ignore how guts kissed trail lower and lower down your body- his hands push your dress up as he placed a kiss on your heat. “so much to d - ah guts !”

after loud screams and heavy rocking for half of the day guts smiled at you, lips parted and eyes closed. brushing your cheeks he was enchanted by you.

guts had to get back, it’s been weeks since he’s been home. come to think of it, he’s never seen this place. a clear meadow and even this cottage, he always takes this way home. plus why didn’t anything attack this place last night? that was the first quiet night guts. you eyes opened, smile beaming at him.

“ let’s get you going before sunset..” nodding slowly while she peck his lips and stood up to fix herself. guts found his items neatly cleans and organized, while he dressed himself you handed him a bag with food.

he sighed grabbing his things walking with him in silence until you reach the middle of your meadow. turning to you guys frown a bit. hand on his cheek you smiled towards him, “ don’t forget about me..” shaking his head no, never. you nodded in response.

“ thank you, I owe you one..”

“you owe me a lot...” guts smirked played along his rough face, “ I’m in debt eternally...” the wind swayed the grass along both of your feet’s. it was finally quiet for once. guts two fingers hooked under your chin pulling your closer.

his face studied yours, he found you almost angelic. guts couldn’t believe he just had stumbled upon something so mesmerizing. pressing his lips against yours one last time, pulling away leaving you purely enchanted.

guts swore he’d come back to you but when he came back he couldn’t find you. guts found the clearing, but there was no cottage not crops no trace of nothing like it was never there- like she was never there.

author notes:

I just started berserk and I’m falling deeply in love with the it.

* proofing reading in progress *

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Perfect Now

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TLC Ship Week 2021!

*written for tlcshipweek2021- kaider for prompt 'Song Day AU'

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Summary:

He keeps the crown on her head making sure to not disturb her intricate yet beautiful braid.

"Now you, My Queen are perfectly ready!"

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Last minute panicked thoughts can make a person desperate for escape, a mildly insecure Cinder looks for comfort in her boyfriend- one who is having a trip down his memory lane.

Ship: Kaider

Words: 2k

Genre: Hurt- Comfort, Trip down a memory lane

Prompt: 'Song Day AU'

Song: Perfect Now by Louis Tomlinson

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*Post Winter

A/N: Some mild changes are made in the song lyrics to meet the Cinder's characters.

Bold Letters are Song Lyrics

Italics are memories

Plain words are present

Kai's Perspective:

You say to me your jeans don't fit You don't feel pretty and it's hard to miss

"Kai, I don't think this is a good idea- like I feel we should just stay inside..."

"Cinder, you do seem to realize that you are the one hosting the party?" he asked only to receive a nod for confirmation as she examined herself in the mirror.

"I don't think you can ditch your own party, one which has so many international leaders in it at least."

"Can't you just go and tell them I'm sick or something like that?" she lamented.

Now, this took him by surprise, Cinder had put hours and minutes to make the State Dinner cum Lunar Ball a success and seeing how she wanted to last-minute ditch it was strange.

"Hey, everything okay?" he questioned, standing behind her.

"Yeah," she said, offering him a short smile, "Just stressed out to back out last minute."

I wish that you could see my point of view As someone staring back at you

Nudging his head in the crook of her neck, he placed his lips at the base of the collar bone, "Don't worry, you would do good!"

"Easy for you to say- I'm panicking on the inside! This is my first time trying to act like royalty. I'm even wearing a pretty dress hosting a big parade of leaders like the Queen of Luna. I just don't want anyone to think I'm the incompetent Queen who has no idea of what ruling a country is- I really don't want to come out as a fool to anyone," she rambled.

"Cinder, look at me," he asked and stared into her eyes, "You will do fantastic and not come out as an ignorant ruler to anyone. I will be there to help you through it remember?"

"I don't think asking you how to use the cutlery at the dinner table is the best thing to do to make an impression," she sassed him.

"Now that depends on the person sitting near you- you won't want Queen Camilla seeing you be unroyal enough to not know how to hold your spoon now would you?" he retorted.

"Well, I'm worried about that too," she admitted, clearly going back to the same topic from which Kai was trying to drive her away.

Sighing he asked, "Is this because of what happened the day before yesterday?"

Reluctantly she nodded her head, her reflection seen in the mirror before them.

"C'mon no one cares even in the slightest if you hugged me before all the masses of people and journalists, I have heard we are quite trending in today's news-"

"Kai, you are not helping!"

"Maybe you could go for a kiss next time," he suggested.

"Ha, as if I would, after what happened?!" she exclaimed.

"Who cares about what Camilla and Andrea think anyways?"

Cinder had made a nice fuss in her own mind trying to regret her decision of bear-hugging Kai before everyone, which on his part he was delighted about. And maybe Queen Camilla and Prime Minister Andrea had been a bit too loud about speaking of Cinder's rash actions.

"Hmm.. yeah. Obviously, I do," she said, clearly not paying attention to her words.

"Did you sleep yesterday?" he asked.

"A little bit," she hesitantly admitted.

"How long?" he demanded.

"A few hours maybe-" he shot her a glare which did its work as she answered,"- two hours."

"Stars above, if not for this ball. I would have put you to bed."

"What's the hurry, Kai?" she asked, making the tips of his ears flush light pink.

"Okay- okay. I think you are fine now that you want to flirt with me!" he affirmed.

She smirked and moved around to face him, setting her hands on his shoulders and laughed, "Scared of me, are you, Emperor?"

He pulled her closer, holding her in a warm embrace and whispered, "Aren't you wickedly evil, Your Majesty?"

He leaned in closer, capturing her lips with his own, tasting the red lipstick she had put. Before they could initiate anything more intimate, there was a knock on the door followed by Iko's voice, "You two should really come out before someone makes the right assumptions about what you are doing in there!"

Now this made both of them flush with embarrassment as they gave flustered looks towards the door anticipating the arrival of Iko inside. She never came saving them both from a lot of discomforts.

"Well, I think we should get going?" he questioned.

"Yeah, I think I need a moment," she replied.

"Then I would-"

She cut off his words, asking," Would you please stay here?"

"Uh- Sure, Cinder," he replied.

"Thank You, Kai." She said looking relieved.

He decided to sit on the armchair till she picked herself up to look like a regal Queen. With silence for his only companion, his mind wandered around, thinking about the person standing a few feet away from him.

One Friday night when we're all out I turn to you and you're looking down And you don't wanna dance I know you love to dance You never stop given half the chance

"He looked at her only to find her avoiding his gaze. Staying back he asked, "Hey, what happened?"

"Uh- nothing!" she lied terribly.

"Cinder are you going to really make me believe that?"

"I don't know but just buy that lie," she pleaded.

"You don't want to get your hands dirty?"

"I don't feel like myself right now."

Surprised he incredulously asked, "You, a mechanic doesn't want to go under a podship and get your hands dirty?"

"No," she muttered.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"You just seem stranger than usual self."

"Trust me, Kai, I don't want to become dirty before my first diplomat meeting as the Queen while another mechanic is already present there," she insisted.

"Fine then.""

Just keep your head up, love, keep your head up Don't hide away, don't ever change

"Kai, do you think I should get a Garan's device too?"

"Well, I don't think you need to have that device. Like irrespective of what people tell you and what you try to convince yourself- you are a Lunar. The Lunar gift is surely fabulous- like don't get me wrong but you can feel someone's bio-electricity, it's sorta a blessing in disguise unless you decide to use it for the wrong purposes- I know you won't do that. Practically, I think it might help in Earth-Lunar political relations if you have the device but it does not really make much of a difference. Winter has it yet stupid leaders think she is manipulating them with her beauty. I think you should not install it- the gift is a part of you. Being Lunar- It is what you are! Don't change it because some angry citizen calls you a Lunar witch. You are what you are and I love you for that!"

"Kai if I would have been there I would have kissed you senseless!"

"Good, I don't deserve anything less after making such a sentimental speech," he said, smirking.

Keep your head up love, keep your head up Don't look away, don't look away 'Cause everybody's looking at you now My, oh, my

That time when she had addressed the issues on cyborgs and Lunar- discrimination on Earth. Her eyes were ablaze with passion as she happens to look determined to make a difference. To change the wrong-doings around her, to change the age-old prejudices in the society- to change the future of both her nation and her kind.

"-I believe that together we can make a difference. I hope the sufferings of people in the society decline and look forward to the situations changing for cyborgs, Lunars and Earthens. I look forward to a world where we can live together harmoniously. I consider that no one is liable for the nature of misery and treatment that my kind has suffered in the past. I trust we can change the world for every one of us- for the better of my kind."

Even when your tears are falling down Still somehow You're perfect now

""I'm so relieved that I can't cry right now."

"Cinder, I told you it would have been fine and I'm sorry... Besides I care- "

"Kai, they happen to call me names. I did not want to look like a sick crybaby before them who cried just because I was called an 'ugly Lunar slash Cyborg','" she fumed.

Seeing how she needed comfort more than ever, he hugged her, drawing circles on her back- trying to loosen the tension in her shoulders.

"Cinder, even if you were ugly crying right now, you would have been the most beautiful person in the world," he reassured, meaning them.

"You are perfect just the way you are!""

You never do but if you asked me to I'd tell the truth lying next to you 'Cause you're the only one When it's said and done You make me feel like being someone good to you

He wondered if he should tell her how beautiful she was. She was the perfect mixture of strength, compassion and determination. She never fetched compliments, never asked Kai how she looked, if she was pretty. That did not stop Kai from showering her with affections that she had been lost on in her early years.

Even at your worst You steal the scene and it's unrehearsed

"Queen Selene Channary Jannali Blackburn was sighted in the outer sector TC-6 helping a young man of 20 named, Mr. Stiton. He tells that he was facing difficulties when Her Majesty encountered him during her tour to sector LM-14. He states that she helped him fix one of the technical difficulties faced while flying a podship. Her Majesty previously had worked as a mechanic in the city of New Beijing. Sources tell she was the best in town."

Kai wondered who these so-called sources were. Somehow Cinder managed to excel at unexpected works- even when she was not trying, she had everyone's attention.

'Every insecurity as a neon sign as bright as day'

"Kai, I really think I should cover my hand! Just pass me the glo-"

"No! You are not wearing the gloves to cover your hand," he denied, making sure to keep the said pair of gloves away from his girlfriend.

"It's so different, not to mention with the hand being gloveless I feel naked, can't you please give me that glove, please," she begged, with a pout.

"Cinder, I said 'No'. There's no way I'm going to let you wear that. Stars- and Iko wanted you to flaunt your leg!" he exclaimed, dragging his girlfriend out.

How could a person as bold and determined and beautiful as Cinder, ever feel insecure?

If you knew what you were to me You would never try to hide away

Cinder, through her own eyes, was an unworthy soul but if she only knew what she meant to Kai- more than just a lover. Within just a year, she was his everything. She was the one- being with her made him whole, made him feel blissful and lively, like all of sudden his life had found its meaning. She was like the water in a desert, the fire in the cold, the chill in the heat. He would convey the depth of his feelings someday- not today. This was a conversation for another day.

I guess some queens don't need a crown And I know why

She looked too good, even powerful without the Lunar crown and Kai finally understood the meaning of, 'Some Queens don't need crowns.'

Still somehow You're perfect now

He keeps the crown on her head making sure to not disturb her intricate yet beautiful braid.

"Now you, My Queen are perfectly ready!"

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A/N: Hurt-Comfort Trope or was that too much insecurity!? This I think is the last of my 'insecure' fics.

It was written for 'Song Day AU' using the song 'Perfect Now' by Louis Tomlinson (If you have not listened it by now you better do it right away!)  Just Emperor Kai love in his girlfriend Queen Selene- not going to miss a chance to call her perfect now, is he?

I have short-listed too many songs for this prompt and I'm likely going to try to write for all of them.

Be sure to comment and vote.

I do take requests so if you want you can hit me up (I write for Kaider only.)

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