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dlanadhz · 2 years

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Title: Snapdragon Blooms Chapters: 2/? Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, King is a plant boy, Ram owns a dog kennel, Language of Flowers

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41818503/chapters/105494472

Summary: King’s whole world pauses when he looks up from his work at the gardening store and sees the beautiful man with the dream catcher tattoo on the other side of the fence. He thought he was happy in life, with good friends and a thriving business and all the plants he could want, but suddenly his day doesn’t seem complete without finding some way to see his Cool Boy. There are just two main obstacles between King and a new level of happiness - his Cool Boy won’t talk to him and, worse, Cool Boy works at a dog boarder across the street. Why did it have to be dogs? But King isn’t the type to give up without a fight, and he’s gonna get to know that Cool Boy even if he has to pet a dog to do it.

#my engineer the series #ramking fic #ram x king #ramking #my engineer fic #Becca Wrote a Fanfic

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nico-di-genova · 7 months

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Keep to the Line

“Red Bull Racing have announced that Gianpiero Lambiase will not be returning as Max Verstappen’s race engineer for the 2023 season. Taking his place will be Charles Leclerc, former Scuderia Ferrari performance engineer.” His hands had shook around his phone as he read the announcement, his breath firmly lodged in his throat. Charles has known he had the job since he first sat down across from Christian Horner and accepted the offer, alongside a Red Bull polo, with hands that felt bloodied. But reading it from the official F1 socials is something else entirely. It is real. “At twenty-five, Leclerc will be the youngest race engineer in Formula One history.” He had barely managed to get to a trash can before vomiting up his lunch.

Huge thanks to @lestappenforever for beta reading, and also being one of my biggest motivators. I am so excited to begin telling this story!

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#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #formula 1 #my fic #engineer!charles #keep to the line #kttl media

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il-predestinato · 10 months

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Charles Leclerc in the Ferrari garage during the delayed start to the Sprint Shootout at the 2023 Belgian Grand Prix. 🎥: F1TV

#charles leclerc #f1 #*#my edit #f1edit #sprint shootout #spa 2023 #belgian gp 2023 #profile shots!#really it's all about the third gif ❤️#also need to get back to my engineer!charles fic... 🫣

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djs-sideblog-for-pog-trains · 3 months

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so. um. @mean-scarlet-deceiver's post about thomas and henry's relationship has been living in my brain rent free for the past month and i have been turning over a scene for just as long.

so. i tried to write it. i hope you don't mind, jobey. and also you're right. they are Hard to get right. if i had to put an era on this i'd call it BG (Before Gordon).

about 1.5k, full fic under the cut

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Thomas keeps shooting glances at the sheds as he bustles around the yard.

It… the hired help from the other railway, the engines who are slightly too full of themselves for Thomas’ liking (and he’s made sure to let them know as such) have been talking loudly all morning, as they were getting ready to take their trains, about… the new engine.

Henry. Even if he couldn’t have remembered Henry’s name, the other two have been saying it loudly enough to carry around the yard that Thomas certainly has the picture now. And… Thomas’ lip curls as he hears their newest comment as he goes past.

“Hey!” he calls, boiling over, and the two hired engines look at him. “It’s 9am already. Are you going to actually go take your trains, or are you just going to sit and preen all day?”

“What would you know, little Thomas?” one of them calls back, all smarmy and smug. Thomas’ lip curls even more into a full on frown. Eugh. Tender engines.

“About running a railway on time?” Thomas snaps back. “Clearly more than you! Are you waiting for Sir Topham Hatt to personally invite you, or?”

They huff and sneer and pout at him, but they do still steam off one by one. However, they each shoot Henry a knowing and cruel side-eye as they go that makes Thomas bristle, despite himself.

Henry is still in his berth in the sheds. Well, he’s half-in, half-out. He only seemed to have made it so far before he… stopped. And he’s been going all sorts of shades of red as the others’ gossip had gotten louder and louder as he waited for his driver to return with an engineer of some sort.

Henry isn’t looking at Thomas now, but his eyes had snapped to the tank engine when Thomas had spoken up. He’s instead closed his eyes, puffed out his cheeks, and seems to be trying – and trying hard – to… to what? To move?

Thomas tries not to stare, as he moves trucks into the siding they’re expected to be found in. Why is he trying so hard?

Eventually, Henry does actually move – but he… Thomas frowns again. Henry moves backwards, back into the shed. The wheesh Henry lets out as he comes to a halt is limp and weak.

Henry has been here, what, all of a month, maybe two at this point. Thomas hasn’t heard… many kind things, actually, so far, which is weird because look at him. Henry’s huge – Henry’s the biggest engine Thomas has ever seen, and he’s surely powerful to boot.

But Henry… Well, Edward said that Henry is sick, and sick often.

“Why?” Thomas had asked, as they had approached the shed. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Thomas,” Edward had reprimanded, and that’s when Thomas had realised Henry was in earshot, and clearly trying to pretend he wasn’t.

And that had been that.

Thomas had seen Sir Topham Hatt come out of his office at the station to watch Henry’s comings and goings, and more often than not with a stormy expression on his face. And Thomas didn’t get that either. Problems get the stormy expression. Troublemakers get the stormy expressions (Thomas would know). And Henry seems… too…

Thomas biffs his truck ahead of him as he turns his thoughts over.

Too… quiet? Too wallpaper? Too chameleon? Too…?

He snorts to himself. Whatever Henry is, he’s too much of it. And certainly too much of it to be a troublemaker, not like those mainline engines. It’s not like Thomas has gotten to know Henry yet, and it’s not like Henry has given him the opportunity to, either: but Thomas doesn’t get the impression Henry wants to be trouble. But he has to be… there has to be something wrong here, otherwise the Fat Controller wouldn’t be so upset.

Thomas hears a sniff from behind him as he backs down his stretch of track, and realises it’s come from the sheds.

And Thomas sighs quietly. …Then again, if nothing was wrong, Henry wouldn’t be so upset either.

“Those two,” Thomas says, before he can think, and Henry has gone absolutely silent, eyes flicking over to Thomas as Thomas pauses on a nearby siding for just a moment. “Bloody wankers, the pair of them.”

The silence holds for another second or two, before Thomas is rewarded with a shaky laugh.

“…I noticed,” says Henry.

“All those mainline tossers, really,” Thomas continues, and he keeps talking even as his work takes him all around the yard, speaking up so Henry can still hear him. “I almost wish the Fat Controller wouldn’t hire them. Sure, we need more wheels on rails, but they don’t seem to know a blazing thing about this railway.”

Henry – in the shadow of the shed – purses his lips, before he lets out another sigh, another limp wheesh of steam.

“I would hardly say I do, either,” he says miserably.

Thomas frowns, and comes to a halt a little too sharply with a big woosh of steam.

“Of course you do,” he replies, indignant. Henry’s a big engine, he should- why would he say that? Sure, Henry hasn’t been here long, but he’s a big engine, he should know plenty. “More than them, anyway.”

Henry sighs. He doesn’t argue, but Thomas’ fire flickers in annoyance as he can read of Henry’s face that Henry doesn’t agree either.

“I mean, you wouldn’t have been bought if-”

“Don’t.”

Thomas’ mouth hangs open for a second, before he closes it, blinks, and glances at Henry.

Henry looks even more upset. Great job, Thomas.

“I’m just saying-”

“Well, don’t,” Henry cuts him off again, sounding grumpier. And he’s gone from miserable to grumpy – that’s a win in Thomas’ book. “I’m particularly not in the mood to hear how I’d be more useful as a tin can.”

“The only tin cans around here are those self-important mainland pricks,” Thomas shoots back, and Henry side-eyes him – suspicious. “I’m not convinced they know what a timetable is, let alone how to read one. What kind of engine hangs around in the sheds when there’s work to… be…?”

Thomas trails off, and Henry… actually laughs. It’s tired and it’s bitter, but it’s a real laugh and it’s better than miserable.

“…Well, I want to assume you’re going to go work. When you can.”

“Optimism,” Henry says dryly. “I admire that in an engine.”

Thomas scrunches up his face. “I don’t understand you,” he says bluntly, in a way he’s sure Edward would scold him for if he was with them. “You’re miserable in the sheds, you’re miserable out on the line, you’re miserable doing nothing and you’re miserable pulling trains.”

Henry stares at Thomas for a moment, before his eyes flick away.

“If I could get out of this yard and actually pull trains, I’d do it in a heartbeat,” Thomas says, far more dreamily than he’ meant to, and he cringes a little, chuffing out of where he can see Henry’s face, because he doesn’t need to hear an earful about it from another big engine.

“…You’re small,” Henry says, slowly, not accusatorily nor really condescendingly. He sounds more …confused than anything. “…And you’re useful, here.”

“And?” Thomas snaps back, defensive. “I could be useful anywhere.”

Henry’s silent for another moment, like he’s really chewing that statement over.

Then, eventually, he surprises Thomas by saying, “…I suppose you would be better than those two.”

And Thomas lets out a sharp bark of laughter, shooting Henry a grin as he goes by, and punctuating it with a hoot and a whistle – delighted. The enthusiasm makes Henry blink, before slowly, a smile of his own spreads across his face; one that sharpens to match Thomas’.

“You’re most certainly right! And besides. You let them get to you, you let them win,” Thomas agrees. “And they’re far too useless for that.”

Henry laughs again. Thomas lets out another peep-peep and a woosh of steam of his own, pleased to have earnt it. Footsteps crunch over the gravel of the yard, and Thomas spots Henry’s driver returning with a couple of engineers in tow before Henry does, and replies to their hellos as he bustles past.

“Hello, lad,” Henry’s driver says to Henry, patting his side. “We’ll have you right as rain in no-time, alright?"

Henry sighs again, but does actually smile back at his driver.

His driver blinks in fond surprise as the engineers get to work finding the newest problem. “You’re in good spirits, all of a sudden.” Then, he glances at Thomas as the tank engine goes past. “Making friends?”

“More so finding the only engine in this yard with a thought in his smokebox, it seems,” Henry says dryly, loud enough for Thomas to hear, and that makes Thomas snort in amusement.

He does call back, “Hey, now, be nice to Edward!”

And the engineers and Henry’s driver alike seem relieved when the two engines laugh together.

Thomas watches them work to get Henry’s steam up, and Henry’s finally pulling out of the sheds a good half-hour later. Thomas whistles goodbye as Henry chuffs away.

He smiles with the satisfaction of a job well done when Henry, completely of his own volition, whistles a goodbye in return as he disappears off down the line.

Then, Thomas returns to his trucks, and gives them a good biff once more, ignoring how this time, they really shriek. He – and Henry, he imagines – can’t wait for those mainlanders’ contracts to run out.

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #ttte henry #ttte thomas #ttte fic #dj's writing #i never realised how much i rely on nodding as gestural filler in my writing until im writing engines who cant nod #i hope a) you don't mind and b) this is good #i wanted to draw this originally but it eluded me badly #i dont know if Henry would actually be that forthcoming about his self-depricating comments but ALSO he's very miserable #and probably is trying to make Thomas leave him alone via making him uncomfortable. this however does not work #mostly bc thomas doesn't believe in pity parties. unless they're for himself.#excuse the tag ramble. im thinking about them hard

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comic-sans-chan · 1 year

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Ngl, I am really enamored with this concept that here Garak has been lamenting what a monster he is and how he can only hurt people and maybe he tells himself he's just dazzling beautiful naive Julian with all his lies and expertise so he can use him for his own gains but really deep down he knows he's in love with him but it can never be and it's all so tragic and Shakespearean and then here this whole goddamn time... Julian was this master liar with superpowers who could have easily picked him up by the scruff of his neck like a kitten until he calmed down. Gives me a sensible chuckle every time I think of it.

#garashir #deep space nine #ds9 #my posts #whenever a fic has julian manhandling garak i clap #garak tangling himself up in knots thinking julian could never truly understand or forgive him #but julian has his own insecurities about being a monster and he forgives garak because he understands that struggle intimately #guts me #but also garak with typical cardassian arrogance thinking he's stronger than julian and julian just scoops him up like a blushing bride #garak: this is just because you're genetically engineered!!#julian: bitch i do crossfit

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dlanadhz · 1 year

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Title: Snapdragon Blooms Chapters: 10/10 Rating: T

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41818503/chapters/109081863

#RamKing #RamKing Fic #my engineer the series #thai bl #my engineer fic #Ram x King #Becca Wrote a Fanfic

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nico-di-genova · 26 days

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Keep to the Line

Chapter 5

There is a span of twenty minutes on the plane, when Charles is feeling the nausea roll through him with increasing intensity, where he thinks about quitting. He runs a finger along the edge of his phone, swallows down bile, and strongly considers texting GP his resignation. It, of course, would not send until he was firmly back on the ground in France, but he considers it, nonetheless. Better to cut ties now before Red Bull cuts him loose of their own accord in Jeddah.

Then the twenty minutes passes, the nausea wins out, and Charles is rushing down the aisle to vomit in a cramped airplane bathroom with sweat breaking out on his brow and his palms going clammy. He wonders if Arthur is feeling the same way, knows Lorenzo is probably judging both of them. He supposes it’s better that his hangover didn’t settle in until after the debrief. It would have been worse if he’d gone to speak during the meeting and hurled all over GP’s shoes.

The liquor burns coming back up, more stomach acid than anything, and the handful of peanuts he’d grabbed from the club at last call.

#I really liked this chapter actually #this was fun to write #the queer behavior is beginning #keep to the line #lestappen #lestappen fic #my fic #engineer!charles #anyway it’s 3 a.m. so I’m going to sleep now #goodnight yall #kttl fic

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artoatsblog · 1 month

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Pyro is seen as a completely different person and it all depends on who sees them.

One day they take the mask off and the scout sees a hot chick, The soldier sees a fellow American man (Although one that's more peace loving than he would like), the medic sees a human with no skin and visible organs, etc.

But one day the engineer and pyro just sit down and start talking and pyro feels comfortable enough to take off their mask in front of him, and pyro asks a single question.

"What do I look like?"

Engineer finds it odd at first but then answers, "Well, dark bronze skin, red hair, dyed right?" He laughs a little, "Big brown eyes make you look a little cartoony there, and ya got this..." He pauses for a minute trying to find the right word "burn, on your face." He goes quiet after that.

Pyro looks wide-eyed at him "W-what does it affect, on my face, I mean."

"Your... Lip, and your right eye is more closed than the other." He manages to get out but he feels regretful due to the hurt pyro must feel right now.

Pyro feels the opposite instead, but he is still crying, "You're the only person who can see me, really see me." She says before embracing him in a hug.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 pyro #tf2 engineer #my fics #fanfiction #fanfic #tf2 texas toast #tf2 engie

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