#stex fanfiction

[sunshinerory]

would you ever write full fics? there’s literally like a single f/f greasedinah fic on ao3 and like maybe one on here and i’m going mental

Oh definitely!! I’m working back up to it with the headcanons and one shots but I’ll probably start writing multichapter fics again soon, I’ll link my ao3 when I start posting!

[cheezyratz]

“I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately” or “don’t ever do that again” for the Fluff prompts for GreaseDinah?

Greasedinah “I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately”

💛-🖤-🩵-🤍-💛-🖤-🩵-🤍-💛-🖤-🩵-🤍

Dinah sighed as she walked to Pearl’s flower shop, her feet almost dragging. It was part of her routine to visit the small little shop every Friday, mostly because by then her other flowers would have already wilted. (She wasn’t the best at keeping flowers, but she was doing her best!) However, some days, for example this Friday, she was going in hopes the flowers could cheer her up. This week hadn’t been the greatest for her. She had tried to show Buffy and Ashley a trick she thought she had mastered, only to end up with a sprained wrist. ‘At least the splint is cute,’ she thought to herself as she continued to walk. Dinah froze at the shop’s door as she saw a familiar figure walk out of it. “GB?” She asked. “I didn’t know you liked flowers,” She continued, with a smile on her face. The mechanic, Greaseball, or ‘GB’ as Dinah called him, was holding a big bouquet of daisies wrapped in white paper with a big sky-blue bow holding it all together. “Well uh, they’re actually for you,” Geaseball spoke softly, voice close to a whisper and face turning pink. He handed the flowers to Dinah, before taking a card out of his pocket and handing it to her as well. “Heard from Rusty about your fall. Thought you’d uh.. like some flowers.” “Oh, that’s very kind of you GB,” the two smiled at each other. “It’s nice to know I’ve got someone thinking about me,” Dinah let out a pleased sigh, before smelling the flowers. “Then you’ll be happy to hear I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” Greaseball smirked. “Well…” Dinah began, taking Greaseball’s hand into hers, “I’m thinking we should go get some icecream.” the two smiled at each other again, before making their way down the street.

[welcome-to-the-districts]

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Major TW for violence, injury and blood.  This one-shot was written after listening to this particular cover. I highly recommend checking it out.

Summary: You are one of Rusty’s most favored humans, but the stress from the higher ups of the yard along with reduced rations are putting a strain on him. The beast within cannot be contained for long. Will he be able to keep himself in check? Or will you face perilous danger and potentially suffer a horrible fate?

One-shot under the cut.

You smile as you make your way towards the freight yard, looking forward to seeing one of your closest coworkers. You have just started your break, albeit it’s later than yesterday, but your boss didn’t allow you to take it unless you made sure all the passengers had left the passenger train. It’s one of your duties as a passenger service attendant. You don’t mind working with Greaseball, considering how much he has become humbled after the races. However, he’s not the one you’re looking forward to seeing. Out of all the engines here, you’ve taken a liking to the young steamer in the freight yard, Rusty. Your coworkers have warned you to be careful around him. You didn’t come here without knowing the risks. You had taken the time to research the different types of rolling stock at least a little bit. You know steamers are powerful predators and are to be approached with extreme caution. However, Rusty has never harmed a single human in his life. 

Sure, Poppa has attacked at least one worker, who had recently disappeared a few months ago. You’re not quite sure why no one refuses to talk about it and why you suddenly got a big raise. It’s odd, as if they are trying  to keep people here, or are they trying to keep people quiet? You’re not sure but that’s not important at the moment. You’re more concerned about seeing your friend. Hopefully, he hasn’t let his victory at the races get to him, or had become stressed from the sudden surge of attention. 

You stop at the gates. The chain link fence goes all along the perimeter of the freight yard. You ponder for a moment. If Poppa and Rusty are so dangerous, then why don't the higher ups put up a much stronger fence to keep them from escaping if things go wrong? You shrug it off and open the gates before stepping into the freight yard. It’s oddly quiet. It seems the freight trucks are taking a much needed break. You begin to think Rusty may very well be on break as well, likely spending time with Pearl as always. You jump as you hear his familiar whistle and Rusty races over to you with a toothy grin. Steam billows from his nostrils and between his sharp teeth.

Rusty races around you in circles while he chirps excitedly before he screeches to a stop just in front of you. Sparks fly from his wheels and fall onto the concrete, which quickly extinguishes them. He looks down at you with his warm amber eyes. You are a little under half his size. Rusty is easily a bit over ten feet tall, mostly likely twelve feet exactly. Despite this, you never have felt intimidated by him. He never really made you feel unsafe. You feel comfortable around him, safe even. 

“What took you so long? I was beginning to worry a little bit. The diesels didn’t give you a hard time did they? I know they tend to be dangerous at times.” Rusty asks, concern visible on his face. He looks you up and down as if he’s checking you over for wounds. He bends down and sniffs at you like a large dog, seeing if he could pick up the scent of blood. You watch as he relaxes, relieved you’re unharmed. His smile returns and you’re able to get a good look at those sharp teeth of his. They remind you of the teeth of a great lion. His canines are a bit longer than Greaseball’s, which is normal for a steamer. His teeth are built for the kill, adapted for him to easily rip pieces of flesh from his kills. They’re a reminder of a steamer's nature, predatory, and dangerous. Yet he has always been so gentle with you. 

His amber eyes almost have a glint of mischief to them. It’s not uncommon for the steamer to pull some small prank or tell a joke he has learned from the freight trucks, specifically Flat-Top. Some of which were more for adults yet went right over his head. You’re sure he’d grow to learn the true meaning of the jokes. As for the moment, he seems perfectly fine and docile. Despite this, you know the food rations have been reduced and the workload has been increased on the rolling stock, putting more stress on the rolling stock and the human workers alike. The recent budget cuts have taken their toll on both the workers and the rolling stock alike. It could make for a potentially disastrous situation. However, Rusty still seems to be his usual self. Perhaps this isn’t as bad as you thought it was. 

“Sorry I’m late. My boss wouldn’t let me take my break until I finished unloading the passengers and checking to see if anyone stayed behind. They put Greaseball back on passenger service today. He’s still a little upset after Mike disappeared, but he’s doing better. Dinah definitely was a big help when it came to cheering him up. She’s been spending a lot more time with him apparently.” You reply. You watch as Rusty’s smile falters for a moment, as if you had said something that bothered him. You give him a puzzled look and he quickly shakes it off. 

“Your boss should’ve let you take your break at the time it’s scheduled to be on. It’s not fair to you as you have a break scheduled. Your boss can’t go against it. As for Mike disappearing.. the police didn’t even bother to look into it and the higher ups just.. swept it under the rug.” Rusty's smile fades and his expression becomes much more serious. The mischievous glint in his eyes disappears. “Be careful around Greaseball. He’s not as friendly as I am. I know he’s changed since the races. I don’t want you to get hurt. 

This is a change you weren’t expecting to see in Rusty. Deep down, you feel a bit worried, but you quickly shake it off. You have to be careful with any of the rolling stock you work with anyway. It’s simply common sense. You simply nod, avoiding his gaze. A nervous behavior you quickly correct. You can’t act nervous or anxious around him. It could end in disaster.

“I understand.. Are you okay, Rusty? Did I say something that bothered you? I’m sorry if I did.” You fret. Rusty’s expression softens

“Note taken.. Are you okay? Is something going on?” You ask him. His expression softens and he gives you a small reassuring smile. 

“I’m okay. I’m just worried about you is all. Just.. please, be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want you to disappear like how Mike did.” Rusty replies. He may have a warm and soft smile on his face but his eyes are riddled with concern. It’s a dead giveaway to you that he’s really not okay. You know he’s worried sick about you. You are well aware of the dangers. The red caboose, CB, has already tricked you once. You were lucky Rusty was able to stop him when he did. You dread to think about what may have happened if he hadn’t intervened when he did. You most certainly won’t make the same mistake twice, and refuse to trust him now.  

“I know, Rusty.. I know. I’m making sure to be careful. I learned my lessons from CB. I try my best to be as careful as I can. Don’t worry, Rusty. I’ll be okay.” Your smile returns as the gentle warmth returns to Rusty’s gaze and he gives a soft smile in return. 

…

Rusty feels a wave of relief wash over him as he hears you say that and he smiles softly, giving you a glimpse of those sharp teeth of his. He knows he has to watch over you even more closely now since the fuel rations have been reduced to almost half of the usual amount. The others have been growing restless, needing to forage or hunt, but the higher ups keep piling on the work. However, they still try to hunt or forage when they can. Rusty has recently resorted to feeding on the rodents that hide out near the freight sheds whenever he can. They aren’t much, but they are just enough to keep him going. He has been trying not to take too many to try and ensure the rodents are able to repopulate and leave some for the other rolling stock to feed on, but unfortunately, with a good few of the freight trucks, and even some of Greaseball’s gang feeding off the the rodent population, their food supply is almost already depleted, unable to keep up with the relentless predation. 

He knows it’s only a matter of time before he has to leave the train yard to go out and hunt. The others will be quick to follow too. He’d rather not have to fight for his share of prey, but if his survival depends on it, he will. The rodents aren’t enough to feed everyone. Rusty knows that. On top of that, stress has been building up with more work being piled on him and the others. Not to mention the fact he is barely eating enough to keep himself functional. It’s pushing him to his limits both mentally and physically. It’s only a matter of time before something or someone snaps and it will be just like the time Poppa attacked Mike all over again. If Rusty hadn’t been there to help Mike and keep Poppa distracted, Mike wouldn’t have made it, only for Mike to end up being killed and probably eaten by the dreaded diesel he was close to. It hurt to think about, but he knew Greaseball was only acting out of instinct. 

He winces ever so slightly as he felt his hunger gnawing at his very core like fangs. He knows he can’t let you be around him for too long, as each minute you’re around him is increasing the risk of him losing control, but he just wants to  make sure you’re okay for now. His hunger be damned. He can see if he find another one of the smaller animals he routinely sees around the yard. He can feel the beast beginning to claw at the deepest recesses of his mind, screaming at him to take the opportunity for a quick and easy meal, a means of guaranteeing his chance of survival. He quickly takes his focus off of you and looks up at the clock. He knows his break will be coming soon. He focuses on the clock behind you as he shifts anxiously ever so slightly. He needs to eat. He needs to hunt. It’s the only way he can survive at this point. 

He glances at you anxiously and whines softly like a large dog. He’s trying to keep himself from snapping but your scent and the sound of your heartbeat is almost enough to drive him mad. He considers simply leaving but he doesn’t want to push you away so suddenly. His gaze snaps towards you as he hears you speak.

…

“Are you okay?” You ask him. You almost flinch as the steamer’s amber gaze snaps towards you. Something is wrong. You know there is and it worries you. Rusty shifts a bit. His gaze never leaves you for a moment, as if he’s locked onto you. The warmth in his gaze is fading. You start to feel uneasy and glance around, seeing any escape routes you can take just in case he does happen to snap.

“Oh.. I just have to return to work soon. Maybe we can talk another time, hm? I promise I’ll see if I can get some more time set aside so I can talk to you a little more later, okay?” Rusty’s smile is forced and he fiddles with his thumbs. A lie. Rusty doesn’t like to lie to you or anyone for that matter and you know it. For him to lie outright like that.. something isn’t right. He glances back up the clock behind you. He knows. You noticed something is up and he’s not sure how to react to that. Rusty still continues to fight that unseen battle with himself deep within his own mind. The beast is starting to break free of its cage, and there’s only so much he can do about it now. 

You start to have a suspicion about what may be going on. You remember the fact the rations for the rolling stock are reduced, meaning Rusty wouldn’t be able to eat as much as he needs to in order to keep those instincts under wraps. That’s when it hits you. He’s losing control and he’s trying to redirect his attention away from you just in case he does lose control of himself. You know you may not have enough to give him a decent meal, but you can at least take the edge off of him just a tiny bit. It may just save not just yourself but the lives of your coworkers as well. 

“I can let you have my lunch. I can always go and always see if I can get something to eat from Dinah, or I can go out to eat at one of the restaurants if I need to. I wouldn’t mind it if I needed to bring something back from there too if you want. I can get you anything you want, honest.” You give him a reassuring smile. Rusty’s gaze slowly returns to you and he quickly nods. You don’t waste time and rush out of the freight yard and towards the parking lot outside of the parking lot. You unlock your car and grab your lunch box before you slam your car door and lock it before you race back into the train yard. You check your surroundings, making sure none of the other rolling stock could pose a potential danger to you before you race into the freight yard. You barely managed to race into the open gates before you trip over your own two feet and you fall, scaring your knee against the ground and drawing only a small amount of blood. 

You curse under your breath and hiss in pain as you feel the stinging sensation on one of your knees. You scramble back up to your feet and grab your lunch box once more as Rusty approaches you to help you. You look up to reassure him you're fine when you feel a knot begin to form in your stomach and your chest feels right as your heart races.

Rusty is looking right at you. The warmth in his amber gaze is no longer there as all trained civility fell from his face, revealing the beast dwelling deep within his very being. His amber eyes are now piercing and predatory as he lifts his lips into a snarl as he lets out a soft growl. The sound shakes you to your core as you feel it shake the ground beneath your feet. He begins to salivate as he takes one step closer to you, looking over you, making you feel that much smaller compared to him as those amber eyes bore deep within your soul. There is only one word that comes to your mind: run.

You immediately drop your lunch box and take off running as fast as you can. Your life depends on it more than ever.

…

The sweet scent of your blood hits his nose and he finally caves in. The beast finally broke free of its confines and is now running rampant. He's no longer the steamer you have once grown to adore. He's now the blood-thirsty monster his kind is known to be. He doesn't want to be this way at all, but he cannot deny what he truly is. He's a killing machine, designed to hunt, to kill. His hunger overrode any sense of civility he had left. He bares his teeth in an almost wolfish grin as he watches you run and his sharp predatory gaze becomes fixed on you.  His pupils contract to cat-like slits as he lets out a deep guttural growl from within his chest before he gives chase, taking off like a shot with a great roar. He quickly catches up to you, yet he keeps a small distance between you and him. He’s drawing it out, wanting nothing more than to relish the chase and the primal fear of his prey. He knows once he catches you, there will be no mercy for you. For now, he’s going to enjoy this moment, savor the chase.

…

You hear the steamer beginning to gain on you. Rusty’s hot breath rolling down the back of your neck as he growls deep in his chest, a sound you feel through your feet and in your chest. Oddly enough, he doesn’t pounce on you or grab you. It’s as if he’s toying with you, knowing you have nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. He has you right where he wants you and that alone is a terrifying thought. You frantically look around to see if you can find any coworkers nearby. It looks as if they too are on a rather late break. Somehow you are not surprised at this. The higher ups have been getting worse when it comes to that. They’re trying to make everyone work more with less payment, and in the rolling stock’s case, less food or fuel, which makes things worse.

You quickly turn a corner and for a moment, Rusty stumbles and reaches out for you. You feel the wind of the sheer force of his arm swinging at you. You glance behind you to see if he’s given up. Rusty snarls in frustration and opens his fists. Razor sharp claws unsheathe in place of fingernails. You remember Mike telling you steamers don’t have nowhere near as much control over their claws than the other types of rolling stock. The claws only sheathe if their hands are closed into fists. Their hand muscles aren’t made to sheathe and unsheathe the claws like the others. Steamers are built for the chase, built for the kill. Primal fear rushes through you as you look away and scramble for a place to hide.

…

Rusty snarls and opens his fists. He sinks his claws into the concrete to slow himself down for a moment. His nostrils flare as his eyes smolder with rage as he sees the fear in your eyes. He’s not about to be outmaneuvered by a human, such an easy prey item to him. He quickly recovers and picks up speed once more. This time, he has the intent to snatch you and to go for the kill. His mouth waters at the mere thought of sinking his teeth into your tender throat, wanting to aim for the windpipe to end this swiftly. He flexes his claws as he begins to gain on you, eager to snatch a quick and easy meal.

He can smell your fear, hear your racing heartbeat. It’s almost torture to him. He can’t wait any longer. He needs food and he needs it now.

….

Tears well up in your eyes as you begin to grow tired. You know you can’t run forever, meanwhile the dreaded steamer is quickly closing in. You have to hide somewhere and fast. You finally spot the freight shed and use some of the last bit of your energy to sprint towards it. You try to open the doors, but they’re far too heavy, or they are locked. You’re left shaking and terrified. You see Poppa’s shed is right next to it and you check behind you. Rusty is just about to pounce on you as he’s mere inches from you. The feral look in his eyes is something that will never leave your memories. That’s not the Rusty you know. That’s the true nature of the steamers, wild, predatory and famished. Rusty’s jaws open, revealing a set of teeth specifically to tear into prey. His canines are the longest you’ve ever seen, rivaling Greaseball’s. 

You quickly duck down between his legs as he pounces, slamming right into the doors of the shed and he roars. It echoes throughout the freight yard and shakes you to your very core. The ground shakes beneath your feet and you cover your ears as they begin to ring. Rusty quickly whips around to face you. His expression is one of a feral snarl and he growls deep in his chest. The anger, the rage in his eyes is truly terrifying. He lunges for you and you quickly slip between the small gap between Poppa’s shed and the freight shed as you scream for help.

Rusty’s claws dig into the sides of both sheds as his amber eyes smolder with rage and ravenous hunger as he snaps his jaws at you. He snarls as he begins to salivate, as if he’s anticipating finally sinking his teeth into you. His claws leave deep marks in the sides of sheds as he tries to force his way between the two sheds. You shrink back as one of his hands barely misses you, the claws nearly grazing your skin. Rusty pulls his arms back and inhales deeply. You see the fire in his firebox in his chest rising as you feel the temperature rise rapidly. Rusty almost has a wolfish grin, as if he’s figured out how to finally get to you. His powerful jaws open, revealing the fiery glow at the back of his throat. It glows brighter as the fire rushes up his esophagus.

You begin to lose hope before the doors to the freight shed slam open. It all happens so fast. You see a large blue and white blur crash into Rusty just as the steamer unleashed a blast of flame. Most of it was redirected away from you, but the mere heat coming from it is enough to burn your arms as you try to shield yourself from the immense heat. You cry out in pain and hear the steamer’s screech. It’s a sound that curdles the blood. You sob and cover your ears. Dustin, the big hopper, rushes back to check on you. He’s a mess. His body riddles with scratches and bites wounds. His own mouth has traces of blood on it. He almost looks sick. 

“Run! Go! I’ll keep him busy! Go find Wrench!” Dustin cries out just as Rusty attacks him from behind, prompting a screech from Dustin. His expression turns one of rage as Dustin snarls and delivers a powerful blow to Rusty’s side. Rusty screeches and Dustin quickly pins him against the wall freight shed, letting out his own growl. The sound puts Rusty’s growl to shame and you begin to understand why the diesels never really messed with Dustin that much. He’s the only one of the freight capable of standing a chance against a steamer. You nod and gather your courage before darting out from your hiding place and towards the gates. Once you reach the gates, you check behind you. 

You watch as Rusty slowly begins to soften as Dustin still has him pinned. Dustin pleads with Rusty to come back to him in hopes of bringing the steamer back from his feral state. Rusty blinks a few times and panics. Dustin quickly releases him and Rusty asks Dustin something in a panic. Dustin points to you and answers him. Rusty’s expression turns to sheer horror as he sees you so terrified. His gaze shifts to your arms, where you’ve been burned. Tears well up in his eyes and he looks as if he’s going to vomit. He covers his mouth and quickly races off, as if he can’t handle the guilt of looking at you. You turn your gaze forward and open the gates before you rush off to find Wrench. You know this won’t be reported. They never are. You begin to have an idea as to what happened to Mike, but you simply can’t face the truth.

[sweet-dining-car]

"absentmindedly playing with the other's fingers" Electboose

“I’ll have a large macchiato and a ham and swiss sandwich and he’ll have a large coffee with 3 shots of caramel and one shot of white chocolate with extra whipped cream and chocolate shavings on the to.” Electra told the cashier of the coffee shop. Caboose lightly tapped Electra’s side, signaling something had been forgotten. “Ahh yes and a vanilla cake pop, one with sprinkles. Actually make that 2 cake pops.” The cashier added the cake pops onto the order. “And can I have a name for the order?” “Electra~” The cashier nodded. “That will be $12.87, please listen for your name to be called.” Electra payed for the order and he and Caboose sat down at a nearby table.

“Thanks for ordering for me, I still don’t really like to do that…” Caboose said quietly. It wasn’t that he was unable to, it just made him very uncomfortable and he didn’t like to do it. He had always ordered online before and even when he and Dinah would get food together neither of them liked to have to order and would rock paper scissors for who had to which often ended in him begging Dinah to order when he lost. It was nice to have someone so willing to help him while he got over his fear.

“No problem. I really don’t mind.” Electra smiled. “Fears are fears, it takes time to get over them. Like me and thunder storms, you helped me though that and now I don’t feel like I have to hide under the blankets anymore. That’s because you helped me.”

Caboose couldn’t help but smile. He remembered the nights that he would talk Electra through thunderstorms so that he wouldn’t panic and hide under the covers. It was almost cute to him, seeing his much taller boyfriend dash under the covers and hide himself whenever he heard a little bit of thunder. “Well I didn’t want you to be afraid forever…” Caboose said and lightly rolled his feet along the floor. “All I had to do was roll back the covers a little more each time.” “And I’m very grateful for that~” Electra reached across the table and held Caboose’s hand. “I’m very grateful for you too…”

Caboose blushed. He and Electra intertwined fingers and Caboose pressed his finger tips against Electra’s then dropped both of their fingers on the table then pressed their finger tips together again. He continued doing this without paying much attention for a while and Electra simply watched and smiled. The moment was soon ended by a worker calling out “Order for Electra?” and Electra had called out to Caboose.

“Hey? Do you want to pick up the order?” Electra offered seeming to snap Caboose out of his trance of playing with both of their fingers. “Oh I don’t know Lexi…” Caboose said cautiously. “While it does sound easier then ordering I just don’t know…” “Well it’s just rolling back the covers a little, it won’t be that bad and I’ll be here with you alright?” Electra encouraged. “You can do it!”

Caboose smiled, now feeling a bit more confident he stood up from the table and went to retrieve the order. He said a few words to the worker then came back to Electra. “I did it!” Caboose said proudly. “That you did! I’m very proud of you!” Electra cheered causing Caboose to blush slightly.

“Oh, but it looks like they got the cake pop orders wrong though…” Caboose sighed. “They put sprinkles on my coffee and chocolate shavings on the cake pops, but it’s fine a guess~” Electra shook his head. “No no no, they need to make this right! I’ll be right back.” With that Electra then stood up and went to find the one responsible for messing up the order and to give them a piece of his mind.

Caboose put his chin in his hand and sighed. That was his boyfriend alright, it was nice to have someone to help him get over his fears as well as someone who will make sure people get your order right.

[voltarrrrr]

Finally getting around to writing down some of my components lore that I headcanon and that is v satisfying indeed.

They're so much fun to write for and I am also glad I actually am continuing this damn Espresso/Voltar centric fanfic haha

[dykexpress]

built to be yours | soulmate AU greaseball x dinah

greaseball doesn't have a soulmate. she doesn't need one, and she doesn't want one. well, that's what she tells herself anyway. ~~~ dinah has dreamed about meeting her soulmate since she got her first mark, aged six. as she gets older though, she realises her soulmate is getting hurt an awful lot, and she's slightly concerned. and a little annoyed.

still, once she finds them, she's sure it will all work out. right?

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59608549

yooooo first post on this account, and its a good one! greasedinah slowburn soulmate au now up on ao3!!!

asks are open!!! please tell me your thoughts/yap about lesbian trains with me!!! inspired by @starlight-lesbians's soulmate au post! if you saw that overly long ask that was basically the plot of an entire fic in response to it - that was me!!

[just-a-wandering-poet]

A train should not have me feeling like this

[ar0ace-m3ss]

Trying to write Starlight Express fanfic is the most difficult thing I've ever attempted. How do they work?? How human are they? Dose their armour come off like clothes, or is it part of them, same with their wheels like do they hurt? HOW DO THEY EVEN FUNCTION!! I have so many questions about how humanoid trains work..

[rustys-side-coach]

Are you like upset there’s nothing to read on AO3 rn? Do you love Rusty? Are you disappointed because there’s no????? Smut????? For some reason????? Well. I’m here now. Hehehehe go check it out if you want 😋😋

[montygatorguy]

well. i did the thing!!

this has three small chapters and will be updated whenever i write new ones :) i have a big one with some angst planned soon

[viccyfics]

When you're fic writing but need a reminder not to put in the wrong coaches for the wrong time...

[electricfied-wolf]

Haiii Stex tumblr once again reminding you that this story exists please read it I promise I'm working on the next chapter <3

[welcome-to-the-districts]

Light At The End Of The Tunnel Sneak Peek

The following excepts from the fic are from chapters two and three respectively. I will not reveal too much, but those who read the first one. This excerpt will mention firearms, and of course, the predatory instinct the rolling stock have. Major Tw for mention of guns, and potential for violence under the cut. This fic is not for the light of heart. You have been warned. I do NOT condone anything in this AU by any means.

Excerpt from chapter two:

Tw for mention of guns

Unlike the darker color palette of the money truck’s her markings were of a vibrant red with little black. Her lips were ruby red, twisted in a sickening twisted grin, exposing her fangs to the light. Her wild, predatory eyes were the color of hot coals. Her gaze bore into anyone that dared to meet hers. The roller skates seemed to be part of her body as well, unable to be removed by any means. Her unsettling grin told Alison all she needed to know. This one was the most dangerous, the most animalistic of the three, taking pleasure in seeing others cower before her as she mocked the weak.

Lastly, there was the armaments truck. His expression was cold and difficult to read. His eyes were concealed behind his sunglasses. He had a leash on one hand, holding the German Shepherd back with little to no effort as the dog pulled at the leash, yapping as it struggled to get to the two children. With one swift yet gentle motion, the armaments truck pulled on the leash and the dog quickly went quiet and ceased its struggling. He was mostly silver and ruby red in color, with ruby stripes in an almost plaid pattern on his legs. The pattern ended at his belt, which seems to be melded to his body. It was black and ruby in color. The ruby separated by black, dividing it into segments on his belt.

Unlike the others, his abdomen was well armored, the armor reached his chest and spread into his shoulders. The armor on his belly was ruby red, leading up to his chest, which was predominately silver, with red lettering reading: ‘High Voltage, Danger’ with a stripe on the center of his chest in between the two words of the warning. In the middle of the stripe was a silver lightning bolt, as if the warnings on his chest weren’t enough. His forearms were red, his hands black with the exception of his fingers, which were as pale as his face. Similar to the money truck's, his face was adorned with black and crimson markings. His cheeks had crimson and black stripes. The black stripes rested above the crimson. His ruby lips bore no expression, stoic and cold. He was armed. A pistol rested in its holster on his right hip and a rifle rested on his back. He was the tallest of the bunch, easily reaching fifteen or so feet tall.

Excerpt from chapter three:

Major Tw for the animalistic instincts here

Wrench nodded in return before taking her place beside the throne. She softened at the sight of Krupp as he gently lowered a young girl onto the floor. The little boy was set on the ground and held in place by Joule. Wrench held back a shudder as she saw the feral beast lurking just beneath the surface in Joule’s eyes. It was always in her eyes. Wrench took a silent deep breath before she announced the arrival of their leader.

“Behold! Your mighty liege, Electra! Ruler of the Storm District!” Wrench called out. Her voice echoing through the halls as the two children flinched at the harsh and cold tone of her voice. Wrench felt a pang in her chest, not wanting to startle the two children, but she had to do her job. Electra entered the room and glared at the two children at the corner of his eye. Electra sat down on his throne with an unamused expression on his face as he gazed down at the two children. The two children were terrified, nervously shifting as if they were a prey animal trapped with a great beast who could easily rip them to pieces.

Something clawed at the deepest recesses of Electra’s mind as he studied the behavior of the two children, as if it were some sort of caged animal desperately trying to escape its prison and to take control. They were so vulnerable and anxious, easy prey for an engine as powerful as him. Electra quickly pushed those feelings and thoughts to the back of his mind. He couldn’t let his predatory instincts take the wheel. Not here. Not now. He needed to be civil here at this time, professional, not some savage beast. He hinted a slight smirk as he read the girl’s expression defiant, and strong-willed. The boy was a whole different story, terrified and dismissive. Yet, he could see right through the girl. He could practically smell the sweet scent of her fear. It was almost too enticing for him to pass up.

[sweet-dining-car]

Chapters: 1/9 Fandom: Starlight Express - Phillips/Stilgoe/Webber Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Greaseball (Starlight Express), Dinah (Starlight Express), Wrench (Starlight Express), wrench is only barely mentioned Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Tragedy, Bad Thoughts, Injury, Major Character Injury, post crash, greaseball just feels really bad Summary:

Greaseball is feeling the effects of the crash in more than a physical sense.

[violetskyatnight]

I said to myself "Nope. No way. I like Starlight Express but I don't have time to write fanfic to it! I have too many for Cats (one in writing, two three waiting in line), stay in one fandom, it's enough." Ha, ha, very funny, I have a perfect idea for Rusty/Electra and there is no chance I will leave it like that... Can someone kill me?