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[lostintransist]

Secrets Are For Grown Ups | Part 2

Shout out to the fabulous @xbirdiex for letting me hit them up in their DM's to beta for this. 😘

CW: Limb Loss, suicide mentioned in passing, thoughts of murder, Emotions™

What does one do when confronted with their unknown sins?

Follow them home of course.

Johnny had lost his left leg at knee due to a bomb going off at a job and Simon had been discharged after repeatedly failing mental health evals. They were both given pensions and discharged with honors. Roach and Gaz had been kept together when moved to a new team and Price had been ‘gifted’ a higher position by command that left him chained to a desk.

The only confirmation they had that your leaving had been somehow their fault was the face down picture on the table. Price had called them to check on you as you had a family emergency. You had been firmly ensconced in a hard airport seat when they reached your flat. If they shared a speaking look about the photo before Johnny slid it from it’s frame and folded into his pocket, they never discussed it.

The discharges were how they finally ended up together. Simon needed something, someone, to care for to keep from eating a bullet and Johnny fighting him tooth and nail to stay alive was the right project. The physical therapists loved seeing Johnny rolled in by Simon because they knew he wouldn’t fight them on exercises today. He would snarl at his “L.T.” and actually work. They had to be careful to not let him overwork himself lest he be unable to work at the next day’s appointment.

Their first kiss had been when Johnny had been fed up with Simon’s sass about physical therapy. He had only been legless for a month and barely started trying to relearn how to balance.

Simon carried him from the car to their shared flat.

“I’m not going back.”

“Mmm, what a surprise it will be when I drag your ass to PT tomorrow then.”

Being carried bridal style rankled somewhere deep in Johnny. He wanted to take a bite of out Simon’s neck and keep ripping but that would have left him stranded in the hall with a dead body and only one working foot.

The look Simon sent him, one of cool acknowledgment and smugness had Johnny gripping both halves of Simon’s face and planting a kiss on him.

That would show the bastard.

Showed him something alright. All Simon could see the remaining few steps to the flat was the subtle shift in Johnny’s gym shorts and rising heat in his cheeks. Simon hadn’t said anything about it. Dinner had been a simple soup. Night fell. When Simon helped Johnny to bed that night, he inserted himself next to the man.

Johnny didn’t question it. Frankly he was relieved. He had flirted for years in front of the man he didn’t think he would ever catch. The press of his dry lips and light fingers had ignited the combustible fumes that swirled between them. Those fumes choked out any hope of anything healthy with anyone else.

When Johnny had ‘graduated’ from therapy and could walk with almost no limp Simon invited Johnny to move with him. They found a medium sized city in a place neither of them had been to but could reach several national parks and an airport relatively quickly. Housing costs were rising but they found an older neighborhood with a good amount of trees in the yards and a little space in the back to grow plants. They could see the mountains when they stood on the second story porch.

The previous owner had mentioned that the school pick-up and drop off point happened at their house for the junior high and the elementary schools. Kids would wait on the corner of their yard away from the cars. That is why the two owners prior had installed the stone benches that sat so close to the sidewalk. Simon had planned on taking them out until he heard that piece of information.

One day, during mid-spring where the mornings were chilled enough to need a jacket but the afternoons would leave you sweating, Johnny saw something that gave him pause. He was in the process of moving bags of clothes into the car to drop off at the shelter when the bus delivered a load of kids. He waved with the bus driver and slammed the trunk of the crossover.

The squeal particular to children had Johnny snapping his back to a pair of children who walked past his parked car.

“Don’t do that Mac!”

A glare he had only ever seen on Simon’s face painted itself across the face of a child who couldn’t be any older than seven. Johnny felt the bottom drop out of his stomach and fall into his ass.

“Don’t yell at me stupid!”

“Mom says you can’t call me stupid! Stupid!”

Stepping into the sidewalk Johnny watches the the children, one with long hair and the other short, bicker until they reached a house five doors up and disappeared behind the front door.

Stumbling into the garage Johnny attempts to call for Simon. All that escapes is a croak. After a hard shake of his head and clearing his throat it works.

“Simon!”

The shout must have had an edge of panic because Simon appears with a hand gun pointed at the floor and the his Ghost eyes staring out. Upon seeing Johnny, unharmed and alarmed Simon tucked his work face and his gun away.

“What happened? Why are you sweating? Are you sick?”

Johnny swatted away that hands that reached for his face.

“I saw a fecking child with your face Si. Kid got off the bus and was arguing with his sister. I need you to come with me.”

Simon blinked at his beloved a few times. The fuck did he say?

“Why would a child in the states have my face? You know it is possible for unrelated people to look alike right? It’s important to me that you know that.”

“Listen to me Simon!” Johnny stumbled back, prosthetic catching funny against the concrete floor. “I, never, in all my life have seen a glare that looks exactly like yours. But this kid when yelling at his sister had one of your meanest glares. I could see him in you still after he smiled. I am asking you to come with me and knock on a door to introduce ourselves to the neighbors and find out what the hell is going on.”

Simon hadn’t seen Johnny this riled up in a long time. He searched his husbands face, noting the heaving of his chest and the flex of his fingers as he fought them from curling into fists.

“Okay,” he said gently as if he were speaking to a spooked horse, “let’s go meet the neighbors.”

That is how the found themselves at your door. The waiting after the harsh knock sounded into the space beyond the frame rattled something loose in Simon. Could he have a kid? He had been no prude before settling down with Johnny but he couldn’t remember more than a few women he ever fucked raw. Everyone of them had been on birth control, at least they said they were.

Johnny crossed his arms, drawing Simon’s gaze. They were both freaked out, concerned.

When the door opens there is you. A little older, a little more solid than when you had fled England, a few new piercings, but it’s still you. Simon glances to the wall visible behind you catching sight of two children in photos who wouldn’t look out of place on the walls of his and Johnny’s home. His gaze snaps back to you as you blanch and slam the door shut.

The deadbolt slamming into place solidifies in him the answer that there is something going on here and it absolutely involves them.

Before Johnny can pound his fist into the door to demand answers Simon catches it. Placing a gentle kiss along his knuckles he coaxes him from the door.

“She won’t answer the door. You know she won’t. Let’s all take the evening and try and come back tomorrow while the kids are at school.”

“She owes us answers, Si,” Johnny’s eyes flashed as he snarled.

Simon pulled him down one more step. Once Johnny started moving they walked home, hand in hand.

“She does owe us answers, but we know where she is now and can see about getting them. Right now I suggest we recoup and see what we can find. One of the kids in the photos looked like you Johnny.”

Johnny vibrates with tension until he sees the wisdom in coming at this from another angle. His shoulders drop from his ears as tears prick at his eyes.

“Why wouldn’t she tell us Si?”

Mulling over the answer they complete the walk home.

“Why would she Johnny? You know how we are.”

That sobering statement colored the remainder of the evening. It is late when they decide to call their former captain.

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[dramioneasks]

Dry Kindling and a Kettle - Lostintransit - T, 40 chapters - Draco finds an emaciated Hermione Granger under the care of Melinda Summers, a famous witch who is caring for his mother in her final days. Backroom deals and a deeply buried spark lead to Hermione being in Draco's care.

[magneticovitalblog]

Estar Perdidos en la Vida

En los senderos oscuros de la vida, donde el alma se pierde y se confunde, buscamos sin cesar una salida, en el laberinto eterno que se funde.

¿Por qué, acaso, estamos tan perdidos, entre los sueños rotos y los miedos? Como barcos sin rumbo, derretidos, en los abismos de nuestros desvelos.

Las calles se tornan laberintos, donde el tiempo se pierde en el olvido, y el corazón se llena de lamentos, mientras el alma busca su sentido.

En la quietud de la noche estrellada, buscamos respuestas en lo profundo, y el eco de nuestras voces apagadas, nos susurra verdades en este mundo.

A veces, la melancolía nos abraza, y el desasosiego nubla nuestra mente, pero en cada derrota, aún hay esperanza, para encontrar el camino que nos oriente.

En el amor, hallamos una luz brillante, que ilumina los pasos que hemos dado, y aunque el dolor nos golpee implacable, el amor nos levanta, siempre a su lado.

Entonces, en cada desorientación, en cada momento de incertidumbre, recordemos que en el amor hay redención, y que nuestros sueños pueden renacer en la cumbre.

Perdidos estamos, sí, en ocasiones, pero siempre hay un sol que nos ilumina, y en el abrazo cálido de las pasiones, nuestra alma herida se cura y se fascina.

Así, navegamos por los mares de la vida, con el corazón lleno de valentía, y aunque estemos perdidos en la partida, encontraremos el amor y la alegría.

Pues, en los momentos de más oscuridad, es cuando nuestra luz brilla con mayor intensidad, y aunque a veces perdidos podamos estar, encontraremos nuestro rumbo, sin temer a la adversidad.

[bekkoned]

So naive of you to assume my darkness is less than your own, less of a mass, less of a presence, less of a threat.

I see your darkness. It bleeds onto your clothes, your skin, seeps into your blood. You spread it everywhere.

Sometimes people think they are fertilising weeds when they are poisoning a whole garden.

See, my darkness doesn't sit on my sleeve. I don't wear it on my clothes or let it ride on my skin. I don't flush it through my system.

My darkness sits in a locked box in my heart, guarded endlessly by the compassion I feel for you all. My darkness doesn't seep from my pores because I understand that if I let those toxins flow you all suffocate.

You look at me as though I am delicate, yet you do not know how big this box has become or how many demons it contains- you don't know how dark my darkness is.

You don't see the scars.. and honestly it is not because they aren't visible but because you do not want to see them- you prefer the fantasy of untouched beauty like everyone else.

So I face my darkness alone. I stare in contempt into the eyes of mine own demons and fight for my life. I make peace with memories pulled straight from jump-scare horror movies and r-rated thrillers.

The Devil can hate me but he must respect me for walking through his hell and turning back with my head up just to flip him the bird.

And I could hate him back but every demon he has sent to hurt my feelings, bruise my skin or break my heart now sits in a locked box with my darkness and as it's weight grows- so does my strength to carry it.

My darkness doesn't own me... I own it. I am the dungeon master, the keeper of monsters, the mother of dragons.

So please don't assume that my darkness is less than yours, that it lacks mass, that it is not a threat.... my darkness is only not a threat to you because I take that burden on alone.

In return, I will offer you the same respect.

-The Broke Revolutionary

[dhr-ao3]

Cast The Bronze

Cast The Bronze https://ift.tt/JqynGxi by Lostintransit Ten years post war Hermione escapes her marriage with a nasty divorce and an aversion to being seen in public. A surprise meeting with Draco Malfoy reignites a previous friendship and possibly more. With new characters, school flashback chapters, and a deep hate for the Daily Prophet this shoudl be a good time for all. (This reads like a commerical and I don't know to make it not sound like that so uh I promise my actual writting is better that this?) Words: 7, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermine Granger, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Original Characters Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: #divorcedhermione, #postwar, #ronbashing, #fuckthedailyprophet, #secondchance, #angst, #hurt/comfort, #hea via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/4nrUNkg January 20, 2024 at 07:57AM

[hrlinfotechs]

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[shirozen]

The failed zipper #abunaday #daily #bunny #doodle #lostintransit #brokenzipper #一日一兔 #拉链 #artistoninstagram #illustrator #illustratoroninstagram #artist https://www.instagram.com/p/CYHNLirJki-/?utm_medium=tumblr

[solkiki]

#Repost @adventures_of_rhubarb with @get_repost ・・・ Finding new vegan products makes me so excited! This week it’s @solkiki_chocolatemaker Looking forward to trying these and hopefully can find out where the other 3 missing ones are 😢🤨 #lostintransit #vegan #new #solkikichocolate #veganchocolate https://www.instagram.com/p/CDn-f39DQW8/?igshid=nk3govbxidok

[medici12]

@michaelreidberlin MARC ETHERINGTON'S paintings for his Berlin solo exhibition earlier this year, never arrived to the gallery... Marc's brilliant response to these works being missing in transit is a brand new series. Featuring a new protagonist, a hypothetical Canada Post worker who has stolen Marc's paintings and has placed them in each room of his home, quietly adorning what appears to be an otherwise desolate home. In this new work you can see the painting, 'Wolf songs', which was supposed to feature in the original exhibition from Marc. We'll keep you posted with any new developments! @hugeskull #marcetherington #goingpostal #wolfsongs #lostintransit #michaelreidsydney #michaelreidberlin (at Michael Reid Berlin) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFohr16jaPh/?igshid=ap9mz7l1u010

[theartofvoid-blog]

Lost In Transit 6. #trains #lost #lostsouls #lostintransit #benching #dubbeldekker #blackandwhite #brussels #trainstation #movingsteel

[jasonpcorbett]

Happily @jackpeppiette @oliviachelltattoo and myself have had our art entries for @tattoocollectivelondon returned to us after they were delivered late and left in the doorstep of the closed convention centre. Many thanks to Eastside Tattoo on Bethnal Green Road for rescuing them for us - diamonds! Grant, Zack @mrjohntattoo @dianajaytattoo #lostintransit #yeswedidart #thanksnothanksups (at Insider Tattoo)

[lostintransist]

Fallen Angel | New Glasses

 John finds you reclining on the couch. Bowl of popcorn chips resting on your stomach and mask, cool and slimy, on your face.

“So, we not going on a date tonight?”

The casual way he drops the statement belies the gravity of it.

The moment it takes to process through your exhausted brain is the only moment of peace for the rest of the night.

Jumping to your feet the chips go flying as your mask slides off your face and into the now empty bowl.

“It’s Monday!” You shout as you stare at him in horror. “Fuck, I will be ready in ten minutes.”

Before you can sink to your knees to clean up your mess John takes you by the hand and deposits you at your room. With a smiling kiss to your cheek he promises to clean up the mess and turn off the TV.

You wipe your face with a makeup wipe and panic spin before shouting down the hall.

“John! What should I wear?”

“Closed toed shoes and layers dove,” he shouted back.

“Layers and clothes toed shoes,” you mutter to yourself on repeat as you start digging around for a clean pair of jeans and a set of matching socks.

“Oh, and no makeup if you feel comfortable. It will melt off.”

His loud voice and words make you pause.

“What the hell are we doing that would cause my make up to melt off?” You ask the empty room.

Eleven minutes later you are knotting the laces of your shoes and pushing off the couch to follow John to his car. It’s practical, how like him. He catches sight of your small smirk at his vehicle.

“What? Not as fancy as Johnny’s?”

Busting out laughing you drop a hand onto his shoulder for support. Johnny had the oldest, ugliest truck you had ever seen.

He smiles down at you, cheeks pulling up to cause crinkles around his eyes. You loved when he smiled that big, with his whole face. It made your heart so happy.

John walked you to the passanger door, opening it for you with a bow and a wink.

“My lady.”

You give a curtsey with your imaginary skirt before rolling your eyes and climbing in and buckling your seat belt.

“So, John, what is the silliest situation you have ever ended up in because of your job?”

“Let me think,” he focuses on driving as he does. “Had to be the time I told the president of US a crass joke.”

“How the hell did you manage that?” You gape at him from the opposite seat.

“Was playing bodyguard at a conference, there was only one man in the room while we were waiting for the VIP and I made a joke to break the tension.”

“What did he do?” You prompt, there has to be more to this conversation.

“He looked at me odd before busting out in laughter. I didn’t realize my mistake until the meeting started and he got introduced to the room. We made eye contact and I have never felt my face go that red before,” John offers you a hand to hold between the seats.

You take it, enjoying the roughness of his palms and the width of his fingers between yours.

“What about you?” John asks.

“What about me what?”

“Tell me the silliest interaction you have had working as a barista.”

“Whew, that might take all night. Top of mind though, was the guy who showed up at the wrong coffee shop for a first date.”

“How long did it take him to figure it out?”

“An hour,” you emphasize the last word. “He thought he had been stood up.”

John laughed at the man’s misfortune. The drive went on like that, trading stories back and forth until John pulled up outside of a pretty nondescript building with a large overhead door that cars typically went through. No cars would fit through this one though, the opening showed tables and decorative glass pieces.

“You know I didn’t ask before but what are we doing on this date?” You ask as you stare at the beautiful and intricate works of blown glass.

“We are making some blown glass pieces. You can do an ornament for Christmas or a cup,” John steps from the car with a finger up to ask for your patience.

Appreciating the way he moves you watch him round the car. Smiling up at him as he opens the door you take the offered hand, sliding the fingers of your left hand into his. Entering the spacious building you look around at the orbs hanging artfully along one wall.

“Hi guys, welcome in. Do you have an appointment?” A young woman with blonde beach waves greats you, eyes jumping straight to John.

You can’t blame her, he is an attractive man, despite the funny facial hair decisions he makes sometimes.

“We do, the couples hour under the last name Price?”

You almost didn’t catch it but he tilted your hand to so she couldn’t see your lack of ring. Smiling up at him he winks at you when he glances from the receptionist. Two small taps to your nose confirm your understanding.

“Okay, are you wanting to do an ornament or a cup?” The blonde asks in a slightly more subdued tone.

“Cup for me, love?”

John turns to you.

“Cup for me as well please.”

“Okay, you can pick up to two colors and whether or not you want a band on your cup. Al will be with you shortly.”

You pull John to look over your options. The date doesn’t leave a lot of room for talking, but warm glances while standing at the furnace, slowly working with Al to keep the slug of molten glass spinning. Whoever decided on when to have newbies help with this process understood the lack of skill the average John would have.

Glad you avoided putting on make-up on John’s recommendation, you wipe at the back of your neck where sweat has started to collect. Once the cups were settled into the annealing oven, you did find stepping from the studio a startling refreshing experience.

“I had fun John. Thank you,” you infuse as much warmth and honesty into your words as you can manage.

He pulls your interlocked hands to his lips, dropping a kiss on the back of your hand.

“Bonus is that I get to take you out again when they are ready for pickup,” he lifts both brows at you from under his hat.

“All that means is I get to spend more time with you. What a hardship,” you roll your eyes as your sarcasm lands.

John scoops you close with a spin.

“Come on brat, let’s get you some food. I know you didn’t eat enough today.” He nuzzles his beard into the space between your shoulder and chin.

You squeal and pull away, “Hey, I resemble that remark!”

He smiles again, wide and full at you.

“Get in the car love.”

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[harshrao9]

Woh Ek Kahani ki tarah Chalti Rahi, Mai Ek Kissa tha jo Khatam Hua! . . . . . #woaurmain #hdr #picsart #edits #filter #potrait #lostintransition #fin #maiaurwoh #sirftum #poetry #dolafz (at Beyond Kitchen & Bar) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5XvB6tlsiHEmkkUcalUKXZ8ewRgLumK2t0TdI0/?igshid=1ak3vcqy1fkhm

[bekkoned]

A Cautionary Tale: complete

A cautionary tale is mine

Filled with pain and too much wine

And a lover who says that he's fine

As he chokes on another line

...

Oh this life of mine

Leaving it all behind

Oh woe is me

Dreaming about what I could have been

...

Our children were taken by the system you see

Young Alice was nine and Julio three

I asked Alice now she's growing

What would she like to be

She said anyone but me... anyone but me

...

So I crawled to my home in some welfare town

Found a bottle of gin and drank it all down

Went to bed feeling like the most spectacular clown

Yet woke up with a tear and a frown

...

Now I've hit my fifties

And that life is behind me

I have been set free from my past

I am more than what I was

I Have everything I ever needed

because now I've got your love

...

Oh this life of mine

I wouldnt leave it behind

Oh woe is me

I've become who I was meant to be

...

[dhr-ao3]

Dry Kindling and a Kettle

Dry Kindling and a Kettle https://ift.tt/ge7kzQO by Lostintransit Draco finds an emaciated Hermione Granger under the care of Melinda Summers, a famous witch who is caring for his mother in her final days. Backroom deals and a deeply buried spark lead to Hermione being in Draco's care. Words: 2233, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, George Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Post-Canon, Trauma, Anxiety Attacks, Death to the author, Minor Character Death, Tattooed Draco via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/6Rn1D7p June 04, 2023 at 07:15PM

[cynicalboy-13]

This is by far my most favourite picture in my phone and also the one with the most dramatic story. This picture was taken on the May 23, 2018 around 6pm. This was taken during my “BBRATTACK” Ride. We had left Durgapur at 8am with Siliguri as our destination.According to Google Maps, the distance of 500kms was to take 10 hours to cover and as we were on bikes we anticipated that we’d cover the distance much faster and be in Siliguri by 4pm or even earlier. However we did not anticipate what was in store for us. Sand in place of national highways and no Tarmac for virtually the first 250 kilometres costed us 6 hours! Add temperatures of 45+ degrees to the mix and you truly have hell on earth. By far one of the most gruelling rides and roads I’ve been on, the first 250 kilometres turned my black jacket into brown with white streams of salt(that came from my sweat) on the sleeves and shoulders! After a quick lunch we left Bhagalpur aka chaos on Earth, at 4pm with hopes of crossing a town called Purnea asap as there were good 3 and 2 lane roads leading up to Siliguri from then on. Purnea has approximately 5 circular traffic signals and not your average crossroad signals. And for the first 4 of them I followed the directions correctly towards Siliguri. At the final circle however, I missed the direction as I saw the start of good tarmac which appeared like a spring in an oasis and sped straight like a child who saw candy! Unfortunately Siliguri was to the right! 😂 Only after an hour of riding and the apparent lack of fellow riders behind me made me realise that I was lost. And when I checked with the rider who was behind me, I found out that I was lost and was 250 odd kilometres from Siliguri with no shortcuts to get there but to go back . It was just before that phone call I stopped and took these set of pictures just before the sun completely set! I can still remember very vividly the shock and fear that I had as I made my way back to Purnea and all the way back to Siliguri! What a night that was! The last pic is of my group who waited anxiously for my safe arrival without sleep 😬 #triumphstreettwin #streetwin #BBRATTACK #bikeishappiness #travel #lostintransit (at Forbesganj)