May we see your Headcanon for Henry?
this finally gave me the drive to finish the Henry!Lore it's great what demand does to a mf
Henry is a long, fast engine. He has a thoroughbred look and like all thoroughbreds, tends to be somewhat highly strung and prone to illness. But he has a new shape now, and sympathetically driven, he will give any engine a run for its money. Though his temperament has been made famous over the years, he’s a bit of a worrier, but he works hard on the Main Line and will give any engine a run for their money.
NAME: Henry (nee Henry Regaby “Regina”)
NUMBER: NWR No 3
OPERATOR: North Western Railway
BASIS: LMS Stanier Class 5MT 4-6-0 Tender Engine
- Rebuilt from NWR “White Elephant” Class 4-6-2 Tender Engine circa 1935
GENDER: Trans-Masculine
- He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Homo-Romantic (Gay)
- Espoused to Bear
EYE COLOUR: Amber
LINE: Sudrian Main Line
Original Sprites by Princess-Muffins, Cj-The-Creator, Diamond-Jubilee, wyattloughrie, RedEngineStudioNo5, & DemonOfNowhere.
Any & All Modifications made by Myself, LeatherBootlace.
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[[HISTORY]]
Henry was built as the original Flagship Engine for the North Western Railway, but his steaming troubles and various other issues left him relegated to lesser work on the railway. This would continue for some time until the Fat Controller purchased a special surplus of Welsh Coal for the poor engine, allowing him to work wonders for the Main Line.
But one dark winter morning, the infamous Killdane Rail Disaster occurred, leaving Henry in critical condition. He was sent to Crewe to be repaired and rebuilt, with Hatt using the event as an opportunity to remedy much of his original faults. When Henry returned, he was a healthier and happier engine, ready to tackle whatever job given to him.
Henry’s new place in the railway family meant he was now a true workhorse for the railway, and he quickly became the backbone of goods traffic across the island. Though proud of this, Henry at times felt his work went unappreciated, especially by the likes of Gordon & James.
At some point during the 1980s, Henry was moved to the sheds at the Other End of the Line, which briefly caused a stir with the Big Engines. Though some *cough* Gordon *cough* thought lowly of this decision, Henry was glad for it. Not only did it mean he could better start his work for the day, but it also meant he could spend more time with his beloved Bear.
[[ROUGH START]]
In the 1920s, the NWR was in search of a Flagship Express Engine for their railway. Topham Hatt advocated for the purchase of a Robinson Atlantic from the Mainland, but when the railway was approached by a relatively unknown engineer with designs for a custom-built Pacific, Lord Harwick* was quick to approve.
It was a cold January Day when their Pacific, Henry Regaby, arrived in 1922. Named after Lord Harwick’s son, Henry was truly a splendid sight, adorned in House Regaby colours and looking quite elegant. To display the railway’s newfound might, Lord Harwick had arranged a special Express for Henry from the Big Station all the way to the Other End of the Line.
That elegance quickly went out the window by the time they reached the Station before the Hill. Soot blanketed his once beautiful livery, and he looked very ill. Mr. Hatt pulled Henry off the train and ordered Alice and another to cover the Express while they looked over Henry. While most of the Directors were disappointed when they learned of Henry’s design flaws, Lord Harwick was furious, and quite angered of being cheated out of a Flagship Engine. It was this day when Henry gained the infamous nickname of “White Elephant”, something Lord Harwick would refer to him as until his death.
In the following weeks, Henry would be repainted into NWR Green, though that barely changed his temperament after the disaster that had been January. Come Autumn, the infamous Tunnel Incident occurred, and the rest is history…
*Lord Harwick is the title for Sir Albert Regaby, original chairman of the North Western Railway, and otherwise known as the most miserable and pretentious asshole to ever grace the Island of Sodor.
[[TUNNEL TROUBLE or HENRY'S TUNNEL WAS AN INSIDE JOB]]
To put it bluntly, the entire ordeal behind Henry’s stay in the tunnel and him getting out is a total mess to explain and I would be here all day. If I were to try and explain it, this lore would go on for much longer than it should. So instead, I’ll direct you to @hazel-of-sodor's take on the Sad Story of Henry, which itself is based on @mean-scarlet-deceiver's take on the story which is brilliant and you should go read it here. I can’t help but nab ideas from other people for my own AU. If it’s not nailed down it’s getting thrown into the stew of lore that is my headcanon.
[[THE KIPPER'S CURSE]]
One fateful night in December of 1934, tragedy struck the Island of Sodor. In a matter of moments, the single biggest rail disaster since Godred’s Fall left the Sudrian Main Line entirely cut-off, and multiple engines in critical condition. Repairs took some time, and it was a while before the first train of the day could get through.
But ever since that fateful day, something about the Flying Kipper seems… cursed. It’s become a train forever associated with one of the worst accidents in the Island’s History, and it’s not uncommon for something to go wrong whenever it’s pulled during the Winter Months.
Although it was officially proven that weather had caused the accident, some (both accredited and disapproved) thinkers have strangely caught on to the thought that the accident was caused thanks to sabotage. Coupled with Lord Harwick’s resignation shortly after in the following years, some have argued the accident was caused to prove how ineffective the Chairman’s leadership was… or that he himself caused the accident to rid himself of the greatest blight to his family’s name.
[[A FINE PLACE FOR SICK ENGINES]]
Henry’s Rebuild at Crewe is largely a blur to the Green Engine. For good reason, of course. Henry’s Rebuild was so extensive he might as well have been a different engine afterwards, though for the most part, he was.
It is here that the ‘Two Henrys’ Theories are brought up. Due to the nature of the Killdane Rail Disaster, some things had best been kept secret from the public and even the rest of the railway. One of these things was just how close Henry was to dying. It wasn’t talked about, but according to some of Fat Controller I’s memoirs, things were very dire before Henry could get to Crewe.
Once taken up by Stanier, most of the knowledge becomes a mystery known only to Charles Hatt, who was directly involved in the rebuild, and has remained tight-lipped over the whole ordeal. It is largely that secrecy to Henry that has allowed the situation to continue on as it has.
Some engines say that a selection of Henry’s parts were passed on from one design to the other, with select parts chosen to maintain Henry’s consciousness. Others, though few and far between, say Henry’s “rebuild” never happened, and that the Henry we know today is a different engine entirely.
However, some stranger individuals believe that Henry’s rebuild was a coverup for something greater – an attempt to dabble into “Engine Magic” – and that Stanier was seeking to understand the very nature of mechanical life for various purposes. Any time this particular theory has been brought up it’s been laughed out the shed, but some still believe for some reason…
[[FOREST THROUGH THE TREES]]
Between Crovan’s Gate and Vicarstown lies Henry’s Forest, known historically as Scacahoo. For years this forest stood untouched by man or machine, before the Sodor & Mainland sought to carve a path through to connect the two towns. Many believe this was the most major factor in the line’s undoing, apart from their failures elsewhere with the Ballahoo Tunnel and their attempts to bridge the Walney Channel, as such an undertaking was incredibly difficult for the small line.
Come the Great War, however, and the task was now much more manageable. The Admiralty had no qualms over the war effort, and cleared through the forest with little care for the ecosystem. They needed the wood, after all, what difference did it make. Come peacetime, the wooded hillside was scarred heavily, and a fund was put together to restore it. It took much convincing, but eventually Topham Hatt organised for the North Western Railway to assist in this task, and placed Henry to assist with it.
Henry thought lowly of this at first, but over time, he grew a fondness for the forest. On his days off from work, or in between trains, you can often find him resting here amongst nature. He enjoys this greatly, and holds the forest very near and dear to him.
[[THE WARTIME BUSH]]
Amidst the relaxed Engine Presentation Codes during the Second Great War, Henry’s Beard was made the only exception to the No-Shave-Unless-Absolutely-Necessary Orders, and for good reason. Henry’s beard grew in fast and thick, and could be a hassle to keep regularly maintained during the strenuous era of that time. Following the War, Henry could often be seen with a heavy stubble on his face.
Bear is a keen for Henry to grow his beard out again. Henry personally believes he’ll need convincing to do that anytime soon (for the sake of his crew), but he’s not against it.
[[TO BE ENTERPRISING]]
Speaking of Bear.
Henry and Bear went on their first date during the Summer of '67, shortly after the Fat Controller sent the infamous 'Spamcan' packing with her train of tankers. The two love each other dearly, though it took some time for Bear to get fully adjusted to life on the island - mainly for how differently things seemed to operate compared to how they were on the Mainland.
In his later years, Henry has gone on to become an exemplary engine, truly enterprising on all accounts. His dedication to his loved ones, his railway, and all his friends have marked him as an engine of distinction, respected by some of the most well-regarded and famous engines in the world. He's even been deemed an honorary member of the Gresley Pacific Family, since he technically was the first of their design (and was largely done to bring Mallard down a peg after she got rather big for his wheels during her Golden Jubilee).
But it all means nothing to Henry without Bear to be at his side.
[[STUPID BIRD]]
Henry does not like birds. He thinks of them as annoying pests that tend to be bothersome at best. In short, they’re stupid to him. Owls tend to unnerve him (and rightfully so).
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ BURNER ACCOUNTS — GOJO SATORU.
contents. fem! reader, loser ex-boyfriend! satoru, exes to lovers, college! au, satoru making burners to watch your stories, miscommunications—satoru is not perfect but he’s trying okay?, gossip icons shoko & suguru <3, i had a silly idea and it turned into 2.6k words my bad
there’s a peculiar account watching your instagram stories—@user273582838, to be exact. you don’t think it’s a very well timed coincidence seeing as you and satoru have just broken up—so you decide to do some digging.
which of course, means enlisting the help of shoko.
“i think satoru is stalking me,” you mumble, making her pause in the middle of sipping on her energy drink—for a med student, her habits don’t seem every healthy. this is her third one of the day.
“okay,” she nods, “i wouldn’t put it past him, but what makes you say that?”
“look,” you turn your phone to face her, the blank, anonymous instagram account right there on the list of users who have viewed your story. she crinkles her brows, blinking for a moment before humming.
“that definitely seems like something he’d do,” she nods—and then, “i have an idea.”
“okay,” you brighten, nodding enthusiastically, “what’s the plan?”
“try and log in with that user.”
“shoko,” you look at her like she’s grown two heads. maybe the lack of sleep is finally getting to her—no amount of energy drinks can save her at this point. “we don’t have the password—”
“—and that, dummy,” she rolls her eyes, making you scowl at the name, “is why we click forgot my password and see the last four digits of the phone number that registered the account. if it’s satoru’s number, we’ll know.”
okay—you take it back. shoko is a genius and a full-blown brilliant mastermind that you could never hope to come close to. you’re glad you chose her to help—you’re even more glad she agreed because you would not have thought of that. this is fantastic. a fool-proof plan.
you grin wide, eyes lighting up as you gasp, “shoko! you’re so smart, that’s a great idea!”
“i know,” she grumbles, “took you long enough to notice.”
ignoring her, you quickly pull out your phone and try to log onto the account, typing user273582838 into the username box and clicking forgot my password. shoko is hovering over your shoulder, and your breath is held as you wait for the page to load and the number to pop up. within just a few seconds, the first few digits are censored with asterisks, but the last four show, and—
yeah. it’s satoru’s fucking number. just as you suspected—you and shoko scoff together at the same time, rolling your eyes.
“well,” you look at her, lips pursed in irritation—of course, satoru refuses to give you space and leave you alone after your break up (which was his fault, might you add), “what now?”
“send the verification code to his number,” she presses, “it’ll definitely spook him when he sees.”
she’s so good at what she does, you think in awe, staring at her with heart-eyes. nodding quickly, you press send code.
hopefully, that’ll give satoru the heart attack you want it to.
———
satoru stares at his screen in abject horror—who could be trying to log into his burner account? the only person who should possibly stumble across it is you, but surely you’re not closely inspecting your story viewers, are you? so then, who could be trying to log onto the instagram account of @user273582838?
“suguru,” he says in a trance, “are you trying to log onto the burner?”
“are you bringing that shit up again?” suguru grumbles, controller in hand as he pays attention to the screen, “i told you that was a stupid idea. a pathetic one too—”
“well, i didn’t want to keep waiting for you to send screenshots to see the stories—”
“you’re a fucking loser, do you know that? pathetic,” suguru reiterates. “move on.”
“no,” satoru hisses in disbelief, “why would i do that? now, was that you or not? you’re the only other person who knows the user.”
“as if i care to log onto your loser burner account,” suguru snorts, shaking his head in amusement. he beats satoru’s high score, turning to give him a sly grin as he adds, “i wasn’t removed, so i can view the stories all i want.”
“you’re a jerk, you know that?” satoru grunts, crossing his arms and pouting, “i’m having the worst heartbreak of my life, and you—”
“who’s fault is it that you’re dumped?”
satoru deflates.
okay, so he supposedly hasn’t been the best boyfriend. it’s not that satoru isn’t helplessly committed to you—he’s so sickeningly obsessed with you, it’s actually a bit unhealthy. suguru says so, at least. but satoru is…well, satoru, and he doesn’t always seem to take things as seriously as most people would hope.
evidently, that includes your relationship—though, he does insist on disagreeing on that. according to you, he doesn’t take you on dates often enough, and sometimes he flirts back with random strangers. that’s not true—he’s simply a bit of a tease and enjoys it when you’re jealous, but he doesn’t flirt back. that’s outrageous. you’ve even claimed he’s mean about it and makes a joke out of it all—satoru would never be mean on purpose; he only teases because the banter is always endearing.
but, unfortunately, you don’t seem to see it the way he does, and now he’s woefully single and cold and alone in bed. no cuddles, no goodnight kisses, and no head scratches.
life is so cruel sometimes.
“suguru,” he says in distress, “i’m serious. someone’s trying to hack my burner—who could it be?”
“hmm, i don’t know…maybe the one and only person who would notice the account in the first place?”
“but why try and log in if the password is unknown?”
suguru looks at satoru like he’s stupid—apparently, he is because he’s not putting two and two together.
“maybe because sending a verification code shows the last four digits of the registered phone number? you’ve probably been caught, you idiot.”
satoru pales at that—he didn’t think about that. it slipped his mind completely. fuck, he should’ve used a burner email instead. he stares down at his phone numbly—yeah, he thinks, he’s screwed.
———
after two days of continuous log in attempts into satoru’s burner account—it’s only just to spook him extra—you finally decide to confront him.
we need to talk. is all you send him.
the three bubbles appear on his end multiple times before disappearing—you and shoko get a good cackle out of that and laugh at him for a bit before he finally answers.
miss me already? knew it ;)
wow. what a dickhead.
so, because you can be equally as much of a prick, you send him a screenshot of his phone number on the log in page followed by a message that says: no. it’s so you can explain this.
the three dots show up again for a few minutes before he finally responds with: okay. you caught me. when do you wanna meet?
well, that was easy. satoru is the type to not go down without a fight no matter how cornered he is—he’s stubborn and annoying like that. you turn to shoko for help.
“meet him now,” shoko crosses her arms, “don’t give him time to come up with some ridiculous excuse.”
“what excuse could he possibly come up with?” you snort, “that he was possessed and the evil spirit in his mind made him stalk his ex like a loser?”
“true,” she concedes, taking a sip from her energy drink—seriously, how many of these does this girl drink in a day? “i just want to know what happens,” she shrugs, “so do it now.”
of course, as on brand as ever, shoko is merely in it for the drama. you roll your eyes before sighing and nodding.
“okay,” you huff.
meet me at my place. now.
on my way, he sends back almost instantly.
“he’s probably just excited to see you,” shoko snorts, “like the loser he is.”
“you’re probably right,” you purse your lips in exasperation. in all your time knowing him, you’ve definitely realized that satoru is definitely…well, a case.
———
“hey,” shoko whispers to suguru through the phone, walking out your door so you can prepare to confront satoru. “did you know satoru’s been stalking—”
“—on a burner account? yeah, i know.”
okay, she frowns to herself, that was no fun at all. suguru is already aware of the drama. but that’s no matter—surely, he can’t possibly already know that satoru has been invited over to be scolded.
“yeah, well,” she says smugly, “did you know he’s actually on his way over to—”
“—get yelled at? yeah, i’m aware. he called me panicked. what a fucking loser.”
“okay, well since you’re up to speed,” shoko grumbles bitterly, rolling her eyes. she was supposed to be the knight in shining armor with the juicy updates—but evidently, satoru is pathetic enough to already cry to suguru about his dilemma. “wanna meet up and get sushi nearby? i bet they’ll get back together in twenty minutes.”
“i bet ten. loser pays for the food?”
“you’ve got yourself a deal.”
———
satoru sits on your couch in shame, bouncing his leg nervously as you sit on the opposite end with your arms crossed and brow raised.
it’s quiet. he doesn’t have the guts to say anything, waiting for you to break the silence. maybe you’re not that mad.
“so,” you start, “it’s nice to finally meet you, user273582838.”
he rubs his neck awkwardly, chuckling through his nerves as he mumbles, “oh, hey there! it’s a small world, huh?”
“satoru.”
yeah, never mind. you seem pretty mad.
“okay, look,” he begins, “you can’t blame me. you dumped me, your sweet, loving, and unsuspecting boyfriend out of nowhere! i was heartbroken and shattered—and then you didn’t even give me a chance to work it out! i was not in the right headspace to make wise decisions so…so this is basically not my fault.”
that doesn’t seem to help his case—in fact, it only makes it worse.
“so it’s my fault?”
“wha—no!” he says quickly, “no, definitely not.”
you sigh, rubbing your forehead in defeat as you mumble, “satoru, we are broken up for a reason. you can’t overstep and—”
“it’s a pretty stupid reason,” he grumbles under his breath, crossing his arms and frowning. you glare at him from the side as you scoff in disbelief.
“of course,” you chuckle dryly, “of course you would say that. nothing is ever serious enough to you—”
“it’s pretty fucking serious to me,” he spits, shooting you a look that tells you he’s just as shocked as you, “that’s obviously why i’m the one who’s still not moved on as easily as you. how seriously did you really take it?”
“that’s not fair,” you grit, “you made it abundantly clear you didn’t care enough, so why should i—”
“i fucking cared a shit ton,” he says incredulously, “that’s bullshit, and you know it—”
“don’t curse at me, satoru—”
“well, don’t accuse me of not caring when i clearly—”
“oh, yeah cause you cared so much when you were laughing with that waitress as she hit on you,” you seethe, throwing a pillow from your couch at him. he can catch it easily—you know this for sure, but he lets it hit him out of what you’re sure is at least a little consideration to your feelings.
“i wasn’t laughing because i enjoyed it,” he crinkles his brows as if you’ve said the most ridiculous thing ever, “it was just funny because she was trying so hard. and you looked all cute when you got mad.”
“what kind of boyfriend enjoys watching his girlfriend get mad—”
“the kind of boyfriend who thinks his girlfriend is adorable when she’s mad—”
“yeah, well your idea of a date is going to the mall with shoko and suguru. what kind of date is that—”
“okay, i was a bit clueless sometimes, but you could’ve said something instead of just dumping me like i was some random guy in your dm’s—”
“you need to grow the fuck up, satoru—”
“now look at who's cursing!”
it’s silent—both you and him have your arms crossed and lips curled into scowls as you both glare at each other. you’re stubbornly convinced satoru doesn’t care as much as you do, and he’s firmly committed to the idea that you’re twisting him into some douche who doesn’t give two shits.
it’s quiet like that for a bit before he deflates and slumps against the couch, rubbing his face as he groans.
“look,” he starts, “i’m sorry. i never meant to make it seem like i enjoy attention from other girls, and i didn’t realize you wanted more dates. i’d have done things differently if you told me how you felt.”
he sounds sincere. and he’s looking at you with those eyes of his—god, those stupid little eyes that are so wide and blue and deep and full of love. even after that whole argument, satoru is clearly as painfully in love as ever.
you sigh before playing with a loose thread on your sweatpants.
“i…guess i could’ve talked it out first. i probably shouldn’t have skipped straight to breaking up,” you mutter, not meeting his eyes.
satoru stares glumly at you from the corner of his eyes before he adds bitterly, “you don’t seem to miss me. not even a little.”
“toru,” you pinch your nose, “of course i miss you. i was not gonna be mopey on instagram, though—”
“doesn’t seem like it,” he huffs. he’s a bit hurt—you can tell because he’s not meeting your eyes, and he’s not got that playful little upward curl of his lips.
you’re a bit weak, you realize—but you suppose you always have been for satoru, because you’re shuffling to his end of the couch and poking his cheek gently.
“i miss you tons, y’know,” you murmur—you smile a little at his pout before adding, “i want more dates this time around. and stop letting girls get away with being shameless flirts.”
he finally meets your eyes—it’s like a child on christmas, the way his face lights up and his lips curl into an excited grin.
“you mean i get to be your boyfriend again?”
it’s cute—the way he asks to be your boyfriend and not if you’ll be his girlfriend. maybe you’ve been a bit unfair, maybe satoru has always cared deeply in his dumb little clueless way of his own.
“fine,” you pretend to roll your eyes. he looks hopelessly excited as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, tucking you under his chin as he rests his cheek on your head.
“you should really talk to me more,” he murmurs, “i’m…things fly over my head sometimes. i’m sorry.”
“i’m sorry too,” you admit, “i’ll talk to you—but you better listen to me if i do. don’t turn it into jokes.”
“i never turn things into jokes,” he grumbles petulantly, huffing to the side as you shoot him an unimpressed raise of your brow. “does this mean i can follow you again?”
“yes,” you snort.
“and you’ll follow back, right?”
“yes, satoru,” you sigh, shaking your head in amusement. he’s already back to being a handful—but you can admit you might have missed it just a bit. “but for the love of god, please delete that burner.”
“fine,” he pouts, tugging you closer.
you giggle, he grins, and then you’re kissing—and everything feels as it should be.
———
“they’re back together,” shoko says in disbelief, staring at your text. suguru groans, pausing mid bite as he rubs over his forehead in defeat.
of course, you and satoru just have to make up in exactly fifteen minutes. not ten. not twenty. exactly fifteen.
how considerate of you both.
“are you kidding?” suguru grumbles, “so neither of us win.”
“guess not,” she says sourly, rolling her eyes.
woefully, they both agree to split the check.
suguru and shoko are so me and my friend every time our other friend argues with her boyfriend we deadass be making bets over when they make up and loser has to pay for boba LMAO
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