#my engineer fanfic

[kinnbig]

hiiiiiii darcey 💖

69. (lol) kissing your lover so gently, worried that if you pull away for just one second, they might disappear; ramking

hiiiiiiii rissa ily 💖

It takes Ram all of a few minutes to regret lying to King. 

Whatever this is between them (and Ram could never claim to know exactly what that was); he doesn’t want to do it like this. 

He’s going to just tell King the truth, now.

‘I wasn’t drunk last night.’ 

And then he waits. For several long hours he tries to put the message out of his mind, pacing and thinking and overthinking and attempting (unsuccessfully) to make normal small talk with his friends, until finally, finally, his phone chimes with a message from King. 

‘So you remember?’ 

Ram responds straight away. 

‘Yes.’

The ‘typing’ bubble pops up next to King’s name, taunting, and Ram shoves his phone unceremoniously into his pocket to keep himself from staring at it. 

King’s reply arrives a few minutes later.

‘Are you angry?’ 

Ram feels his eyebrows pull together. Why would he be angry? Guilty: maybe. Confused: definitely. A simmering, gut-wrenching, paradoxical combination of heartbroken and hopeful: certainly. But not angry. Never angry - not with King. 

‘No’, he says, and then, because he’s being honest with King now, he adds, heart in his throat, ‘I miss you.’ 

King’s response is immediate, this time. 

‘I miss you, too.’ 

Ram’s pulse jumps. 

King isn’t angry with him. King misses him, too.

He stares at the message until the screen goes dark and all he can see is the reflection of his own dazed smile.

His phone buzzes again. King’s sent him an address. 

It’s not anywhere familiar to Ram. King’s ‘typing’ bubble appears and disappears, popping up and then away and then back again, offering no further explanation. Ram reads the location again and again and tries to make sense of it. He hates speculation, hates jumping to conclusions, because he always seems to get it wrong - but he doesn’t understand, can’t think of another reason King would send him an address right now, not unless -

‘Your grandma’s?’ Ram gives in and asks. 

‘Yes,’ King replies, ‘there’s a bus you can take. I’ll send you the directions.’ 

Ram has barely finished reading the first message when several more come through in quick succession.

‘I just want to see you.’

‘But you don’t have to come.’

‘Only if you want to.’ 

And then, ‘My grandma would love to meet you.’ 

Ram swallows. Focuses on steadying his shaking hands enough to text back. 

‘Send me the directions.’

✨ read the rest on AO3 ✨

[days-of-storm]

wrote some filthy RamKing for @mazarin221b :D

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Telepatía - [Part 1]

♥ next | masterlist

♥ pairing: platonic f1 grid x latina!fem!engineer!reader x lando norris

♥ smau + written (reader is lewis' ferrari race engineer)

♥ none of the pictures are mine, all were found on pinterest

♥ warnings: misogyny, swearing, and some suggestive language

♥ face claim: wolifecindy on insta & girls on pinterest

♥ a/n: I'm so sorry if my Spanish is incorrect, I'm a no sabo kid

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-Australia 2025-

"It's the first race of the long awaited 2025 Formula 1 season. Welcome back everyone," Crofty said as he camera zoomed in on the track.

"It's definitely an exciting sight to see Hamilton in a Ferrari. Not to mention his new race engineer Y/n L/n who has just moved up from F2." Martin Brundle added.

"I'm really looking forward to what the two have in store today."

"Kravitz over to you."

Ted was walking around the track attempting to speak to Lewis before the race began. He caught a glimpse of Hamilton speaking to an interviewer beside his car.

"How are you feeling about today's race?" the interviewer said, holding the mic up to Lewis.

"I'm feeling pretty confident. The car was really good in testing, we had some good pace in quali, and I'm excited to work with Y/n this season."

"Speaking of Y/n L/n, do you think it will be a big mistake for Ferrari to bring her on the team? Especially as your engineer... knowing how much is on the line?"

"She's phenomenal at what she does and I trust no one more than her to get the job done."

"Don't you think there's some other people that have more experience than she does working in motorsports...?"

"Y/n has climbed up the ranks from f4, 3, 2, and now 1 just like the rest of us. If you're suggesting that she'll be a worse engineer because she's a woman, no. She won't be."

"That's- I wasn't saying she wasn't a good engineer because she's a woman. There's always risk when bringing on a new member. I was wondering if you think the risk is worth the potential reward."

"There's of course always the possibility that your race engineer is not a good fit for you as a driver, but there's not a larger risk due to the fact that she's not a man."

The interviewer continued to stumble over his words. Lewis' PR manager walked over to him, whispered something in his ear, and they both strolled away.

The camera panned to you in your seat in the garage with your headset on, carefully analyzing the data on the screen in front of you.

"You know I've worked with a fair share of awful male engineers in my day." Martin said on his mic and Crofty laughed softly.

~

Lewis had won the first race of the season which caused an eruption of applause from the crowd. The team let you stand on the podium to receive the constructors cup in their honor. It was definitely a day for the history books.

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-F1 July Summer Break-

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end notes: thank you for reading <3 part 2 coming soon

[gofishygo]

everyone always talks about ‘medic reader’ this and ‘teammate reader’ that but what abt weapons engineer/mechanic reader ?

just a silly little fella who helps out the 141 with their weapons when they go out of whack, who works very closely with the team to coordinate certain weapons for specific missions .

they’d probably have a really close bond with soap , both having fun with testing demolitions together . who’s able to add in ideas and carry conversations with you when you ramble on about weapons . johnny pulls you close to him when they get startled from the loud noise of an explosion , laughing a little at how they excuse their sudden vulnerability with ‘not expecting it to be that loud’.

price who seeks them out when he’s having issues with his cm901, having to endure your age-long lectures about not accidentally slamming the barrel to hard. he subconsciously makes sure the brush his hand over yours when he finally retrieves his now-fixed weapon.

yeah nyways weapon mech! reader has my heart

[animeluvr1000]

Sitting on the mercs lap! Tf2 x reader

(it gets a little repetitive and it feels like i used the same prompt almost whoops) Anyways,this is how the different mercs would respond to you just plopping on their lap! (this story is from my tf2 x reader on wattpad btw)

Heavy: He would just be cleaning his precious Sasha,making sure his gun (his beauty) was in pristine shape and condition,but as he looks at it more he gets surprised when he sees you come over and plop on his lap like he's a chair. He would be shocked at first but chuckle as he wraps his hand around your waist,continuing to clean and inspect Sasha.

Demoman: After a long day of fighting red/blu,all he wants to do is drink his delicious scrumpy. He laid back on the crates drinking like there's no tomorrow until he feels some weight on his legs. He was almost too drunk to know what you were doing but laughed it off as he watched you getting comfortable on his lap before he offered you some of his scrumpy.

Spy: He was in his smoke room drinking some of his finest wine as he smoked,watching as the fire cackled in the fireplace. He put his cigarette in his mouth as he grabbed one of his books that was on the coffee table,reading it before he noticed you come over. He thought you needed something,but when you sat on his lap he was stunned. "Vhat are jou doing ma cheire?" He asked as he noticed you start to get comfortable on him. He sighed but let you stay there having the tiniest hint of a smirk forming on his lips.

Sniper: One of the times when it's ceasefire day and he's not in his smelly ol' camper. He's at the base in the kitchen sipping on a cup of coffee as he's relaxing at the table in silence. That is,until he heard you come in. He thought you were just grabbing something from the fridge but when he saw you come closer,it took him by surprise as you just sat on his lap making his cheeks turn a slight pink,he pressed his hat lower onto his face looking away as he felt your warm body against his. "Bloody hell sheila" he manages to rasp out. He won't admit it,but he likes it and he want's you to stay with him for as long as you can.

Scout: He was simply just minding his business outside sitting on one of the crates,throwing his baseball up and catching it as he chewed on some gum. He noticed you walk in but when you came closer and plopped on his lap,boy did he have a confidence boost and he was intending on using it too. "Heya toots,what's this all about?" He asked in a smug tone as he held onto your waist to help you onto his lap more. He looked smug and all but deep inside he was a flustered mess.

Pyro: As he's playing with one of his lighters,watching as the flame burns bright and flickers,he was too into it before he saw you come over and sit down on his lap making him make an excited muffled sound in response before he quickly wrapped his arms around you tightly,holding you almost like a baby,not really wanting to let you go. As you continued to sit on his lap,he took one arm off of you before switching back on the lighter so that you both can watch the pretty flame.

Soldier: He was vigorously training as usual before he finally took a break wanting it to be quick before getting back to it. Then as he sat down,he smiled at you seeing you come over but when you sat on his lap,he gasped and looked at you. "What's this all about maggot?! This isn't some trick is it?!" When he hears a "no" and that you simply just wanted to sit on his lap,he grinned as he looked around tugging at his collar as he felt you get all nice and comfy on him. Eventually he'll lean on you,putting his arms around you but quickly stops after a moment and takes you off of him before he quickly gets back to his training.

Medic: He was in his infirmary,fixing up his ubercharge and doing only heavens knows what,he was doing a few more tests sitting at his medical table but that's when you came in the room walking towards him. He thought you needed fixing or that something was wrong,so when you plopped on his lap,he looked at you with a grin as his eyes widened. "Oh schatz!" he exclaimed as he tenderly wrapped his arms around you holding you for a moment before going on a huge rant about his experiments and such.

Engineer: He would be in his workshop working on blueprints and his sentries,fixing them up and thinking of new ways to make them better. Then when you came in,he thought you wanted to watch him or needed something fixed since that's what you would come in for sometimes. But as he got back to working on his sentries,legs open as he sits at his desk,he feels you plop down on him making him surprised and shocked. "D-darlin' w-what are ya doin'?" He asked as he felt you press against him. His face was was red but he put his gloved hand around your waist and let you stay there for as long as you wanted as he continued to work. (Even though he was on the brink of having a heart attack)

That's all! I did tweak it a bit from my story on wattpad to make it 'better'.

[totmatsu]

My old Spirited Away AU (Each Matsu can fuse with the yokai to make the rightmost figure. Todomatsu/Totty is Chihiro/Sen)

[donethatbeforelong]

Where the hell are the engiespy shippers??? I don't even see helmet party that often anymore!

[bcdrawsandwrites]

[ID: A Team Fortress 2 fic banner featuring a silhouette of Pyro using the stock flamethrower and setting things on fire. Pyro is light gray with darker outlines, with its class symbol and canister markings in orange, and its lenses yellow-white. They are on a dark gray background with faint gray text behind them reading numbers from 999,996 to 999,999. The title is in the top right in yellow-white text on a darker background reading, "CHAPTER ONE: PYROMANCY." /end ID]

Flickering

Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Rating: K+ Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship Characters: Spy, Pyro, Engineer, Medic, Sniper Warnings: General references to trauma, TF2-typical violence Fic Description: After the events of the comics, the mercs try to go back to how things were, but it’s never that easy.

Spy can see his teammates going through their own struggles… but something seems to be very, very wrong with Pyro in particular.

And since no one else seems to be doing anything about this, Spy makes it his mission to get to the bottom of what is troubling Pyro. For no particular reason. Beta Readers: @mechmolar, @gonturan0, @junuve Notes: I have no idea what was supposed to happen in the final comic, so for the sake of my sanity I'm going to have the mercs go back to business as usual, somehow.

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Chapter 1: Pyromancy Summary: In which Spy takes on a new mission.

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After everything was said and done, the scars they endured were more than physical.

Sniper had been the first to admit it, quietly mentioning during the chaos between rounds the fact that he sometimes still felt the pain of bullets long-gone, and not the ones they endured from their usual matches.

(The matches had resumed, even after the death of all three Mann brothers. It was a touch of normalcy that they all needed.)

Heavy made frequent trips to Medic's office, not for any treatment, but just in case there was still some Australium left in that brute's veins and he came after them again.

Spy, meanwhile, had escaped unscathed and had absolutely nothing to hide from anyone.

But as for the others, this was, of course, all very normal. They'd all been through a lot of strange events—or stranger than usual—and a bit of lingering trauma was to be expected. Nothing to be concerned over.

Except for one thing.

Spy had noticed it during a match. An enemy merc had been preparing to sneak up on Pyro, who was removing a sapper from a sentry. But the second they got too close, Pyro swung around with its homewrecker, striking the merc again and again until they despawned. On the surface it had seemed little different from how Pyro usually handled things. Even so, something about the incident felt... off to Spy.

So he decided to keep an eye on things. During matches, whenever he could, he would take a moment to observe Pyro. He observed it charging into battle, firing its flare gun with impressive precision. Efficient, and yet...

Another moment he caught was when it had a brush with an enemy spy. The spy had just attempted to backstab Pyro when it swung around, striking with its ax and slashing, again and again. When the bloody remains disappeared, Pyro stared blankly at the red stain they’d left behind for a few uncomfortable moments before moving on.

At this point, Spy wasn't even sure what he was looking for, or why he cared, beyond the fact that it was his part of his job to study people's behavior should he need to imitate it later. No one else had taken notice of any of this—or if they had, they said nothing of it. If he just dropped the matter, likely no one would care, and they could continue to move past the mess from the past six months.

...But a little poking around wouldn't hurt. It wasn't like the Administrator was sending him off on any high-profile missions right now.

Engineer's workshop was meticulously organized, and a place Spy did not typically set foot in, for good reason. Instinctively he cloaked the second he heard the beep. The sentry's gun was trained on him anyway, but, recognizing a friendly merc, did not shoot.

"I'd say it's funny seein' you here, if I could see you," Engineer said, following his sentry's eyeless gaze.

With a snort, Spy de-cloaked.

Engineer's gaze darkened as he rested the Gunslinger over the top of the machine. "You ain't here to practice with those sappers of yours, are ya?"

"What? No. I have no need for that."

"Huh." Withdrawing his prosthesis, he relaxed slightly. "What can I do ya for?"

"I seek... information." Spy strode closer, idly lighting a cigarette. "You often work with Pyro, no?"

Engineer shrugged. "Well, sure. Don't need to explain to you how we collaborate on the battlefield. Sometimes collaborate here in the workshop, too. That fella's got a knack for makin' new flamethrowers, and it'll sometimes ask for my input." He tilted his head. "Why? You lookin' to partner with it for something?"

"Ugh, no." Spy shuddered. "No. I was wondering if you had... noticed its behavior on the battlefield as of late."

At that, Engineer leaned forward, rubbing a finger against his chin. "Lately? Mumbles's been doing pretty well on the battlefield. Better than I can remember, even." Shrugging, he sat back. "Guess it's been missin' the usual matches, pointless as they are, same as the rest of us."

Exhaling a stream of smoke through his nose, Spy looked the Engineer in the goggles. "And outside of battle?"

"Dunno. Haven't seen it much."

"Do you find this... concerning?"

"Nope." Engineer looked away. "I know I was pretty much out of the fray for all of that, but it sounds like all y'all had it pretty rough. Don't blame anyone for wantin' to take a bit of time to themselves. I'm sure it'll come around."

"Perhaps." Sighing, Spy turned, heading back toward the door. "I'll leave you to... whatever sort of contraptions you have here."

"What are you worried about?"

Spy stopped in the doorway. "What?"

"You ain't the type to come in to ask about someone for no reason."

Spy glared over his shoulder. "I worry about nothing."

"All right," Engineer replied, and resumed tinkering with the sentry. When the fellow merc said nothing more, Spy went on his way.

No, he was not worried. But as his mind wandered back to their short time imprisoned in Gray Mann's base, he was wondering. And there was someone else who might be able to satisfy his curiosity.

Medic's lab, in contrast to Engineer's space, was cluttered and chaotic, not helped by the doves nesting and perching wherever they could find space, nor the young baboon scampering around the floor. The sight of Heavy sitting on a chair made Spy pause, wondering if he was interrupting something, only to realize that the Heavy was only reading a book. He did not look up when Spy entered. The baboon, meanwhile, scampered up to Medic (who was studying something at his desk) and tugged on the hem of his coat.

"Ah, Aristotle. Did you find it?" Medic asked, bending down to accept a small red vial from the baboon's paw. "Let's see..." Adjusting his glasses, he peered at the vial's label, only to frown and toss the vial aside, where it shattered on the floor. "Aristotle! I told you I needed an O-positive blood sample, not another B-positive!"

The monkey, evidently named Aristotle, gave a sad chirp.

"Now, now, try again," he said, and shoo'd the monkey off. "Unless you want this experiment to fail, anyway." He watched the monkey scurry back across the room and run past Spy, and did a double-take. "Ah, Spy! I didn't hear you come in."

"I should hope not, or else I'd be doing my job poorly." He sidestepped the broken glass as he approached.

"Are you recovering well from your emergency blood transfusion?" Medic asked, flipping through some papers at his desk.

"Actually, I had a question about that."

The Medic's face lit up. "Ah! You're in luck!" Setting the papers down, he gestured excitedly toward a series of vials lined up in front of him. "I'm currently working on a method of separating different blood types that may have gotten—hmm—mixed together, by some means, and I needed a human test subject to—"

"No."

Medic's expression immediately soured. "Oh." He turned away, flipping through the papers again. "Well what do you want? I'm very busy."

"You also performed an emergency transfusion on the Pyro, did you not?"

"Oh, yes!" Medic smiled as he held up a paper; Spy was able to spot the Pyro's class symbol on it. "Yes, it's always fascinating working with that one."

Spy didn't have to ask what was fascinating about the only non-human mercenary on their team. "Did you notice anything... unusual when you performed the operation?"

At that, Medic scratched his head. "Well now... I was quite busy at the time, trying to prevent everyone, including you, from dying from blood loss, you know. I didn't have time to focus on the details."

"But you did open Pyro's suit to slice it open and fill its chest cavity with blood."

"Yes, yes. Your point?"

"And you didn't see anything strange when you did this?"

Medic clicked his tongue. "I told you, I had no time to focus on the details!" Sighing, he turned back to his desk. "Besides, it's hard to notice anything past all that soot."

Spy paused. "Soot?"

"Yes, it gets everywhere," Medic replied, as though that had answered the question. "Anyway, why do you ask?"

Tempted as he was to ask about what on earth lied beneath that suit, he held himself back, and very nearly shot back a "classified" at the doctor. However, something else struck him, and he hummed. "You worked with those other mercenaries for a time. Were you familiar with their pyro?"

"Oh, Beatrice?" Medic chuckled. "Yes, she was an interesting one. Quite sadistic, I would say. But what does this have to do with—?"

"She interrogated our Pyro for an extended period of time, and I am wondering if this may account for its strange behavior."

"Strange behavior?" Medic echoed, then laughed, the noise grating on Spy's ears. "No, our pyromaniac is just as crazy as it ever was, in case you haven't noticed! Perhaps you could do with a head examination." In one swift motion he retrieved a clipboard. "I could put you in for next Tuesday—"

"No, thank you." And with that, Spy strode out of the lab, nearly stepping on Aristotle's tail on the way out.

As he crossed the base, he tossed his cigarette to the ground and stomped on it as he passed.

This was ridiculous. Was it not obvious to anyone else? Or was he really just looking for something that wasn't there?

He found himself glaring out a window, staring out at the desert. It was growing dark, now, and he had no reason to be hanging around here—several of the other mercs had already gone home, or to whatever hole they slept in.

The hair stood on the back of Spy's neck, and he whipped around to see someone staring at him from the other end of the hall. He shuddered. "Don't do that."

"Am I not allowed to look at people without a scope up to my eye?" Sniper asked, approaching Spy. He held a cup of coffee in his hand that fogged up his glasses as he brought it to his mouth. Nonetheless, he joined Spy in looking out the window. "You're here late."

"As are you." Spy glared out into the darkening twilight. "Don't you have a van to sleep in?"

"Don't much feel like sleeping," Sniper answered, taking another swig of coffee.

"Then go somewhere else to produce your jarate."

The Sniper only heaved a sigh. "Went to the phone again."

"Yes, very exciting." Spy continued to glare out the window before it struck him what the man was talking about. His annoyance quickly melted. "...Oh." He hesitated for a moment before glancing at Sniper. "My apologies."

"Been a minute since I've done that," he said, and shook his head.

The two stood in awkward silence for a moment.

"...Since you're here," Spy said, "perhaps you could help me with something."

With a lifeless shrug, Sniper did not look away from the window. "Shoot."

"Tempting as it would be to kill you right now, I must decline," Spy said, eliciting a chuckle from the other merc. "Have you paid any attention to Pyro on the battlefield?"

"Some. It watches my back sometimes. Why?"

"Have you noticed anything... strange about it?"

"Hmmm." Sniper turned to face him, and Spy nearly got his hopes up. "Why, have you?"

Spy grit his teeth. "At this point, I'm starting to wonder. Its behavior seems unusual to me for some reason, but no one else in this stupid base seems to think so."

"Everyone's been actin' different, mate. Including you."

Something snapped, and Spy pounded a fist against the windowsill. "Can you answer the question or not?"

Sniper was silent for a moment before he tipped his head back, draining the rest of his coffee. "If somethin's up with Pyro, it hasn't said anything to me about it."

"You—!" Spy sputtered, but Sniper was already leaving. He glared after him, fuming, before spinning around and storming toward the base's entrance.

But as he neared the door, he froze.

It hasn't said anything to me about it.

That was it.

The next day, during their match, Spy kept a closer eye on Pyro than before.

The merc was charging through the map, blasting its flamethrower at anyone and everyone who came near it. If a fellow merc was ever on fire, it quickly put them out before going straight back to setting everything else on fire.

Months ago, when committing such atrocities, it would typically be giggling and laughing and whooping in glee as it stormed through the burning destruction.

Now, it was dead silent, its movements sharp and hurried as it set every enemy in sight ablaze.

Spy, who was cloaked, nearly gave himself away, laughing as his suspicions were confirmed. Yes, something was for sure wrong with Pyro, and he was not going crazy. Satisfied, he resumed his role in the match as normal, decloaking and backstabbing a soldier that the Pyro had missed.

But as the match came to an end and the team returned to their base, it dawned on him: Yes, he'd confirmed that something was wrong with Pyro.

But he still didn't know why.

[artoatsblog]

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.

[take2me5to9hell9]

RIP lestappen

Chapter 6 of "take me back to the night we met"

[shikariiin]

Any ideas for James lore?

I have a-lot for James! He's indonesian first of all, an experimental build engine imported by Sir Topham hatt. (Indo rep LETS GOOO)

But mainly, because he's biological class : meaning he have a family back home, I would like to explore that aspects of him.

Personally I love his Vain, Attention seeking, cringe fail pissbaby personality, but I want to expand him to be more than that, having moments where he have to think about others too.

He have 2 younger brothers and a mother, his father died when he was (an equivalent of a) 15 year old, having to grow up too quickly and needing to take care of his mother. I think that's one of the reason why he chose to work overseas, to support his family back home, and to express himself as freely as he can.

Anything that he likes, he's passionate about it, he's Tidmouth shed's Best cook and he's damn proud about it, he gets his cooking from his Dad, he used to teach him how when he was little, and I feel like he would be the type to get angry if food gets wasted.

Oh! And funfact, he makes all of his clothes by himself (except his black livery era, that was an old uniform) he loves to batik, making a whole design by himself while also sewing them to his clothes, he almost never lets anyone touch his coats, would fight for it if it ever gets taken from him.

I'm finna end it here, I'm still developing him and also the other steam team, taking off attention from Edward a bit HAHA, Thank you for the ask🩵

[kinnbig]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: My Engineer (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: King/Ram (My Engineer) Characters: King (My Engineer), Ram (My Engineer)  Series: Part 1 of silence and patience Summary: Ram had imagined kissing King more times than he could ever count, had pictured this moment happening in hundreds of different ways. None of his daydreams could ever have prepared him for the feeling of this; of King’s tongue against his own, King’s hands in his hair, King’s soft gasps against his lips. Ram has never wanted anyone so much in his life. or: an extended version of the tent scene from episode 14. Just as angsty, but with 100% more smut.

[days-of-storm]

Fictober ... or something

Since I won't have enough time to sit down and draw (though I would love to get back into it), I have instead chosen to write a small RamKing ficlet every day of October, using @bluebellofbakerstreet's wonderful Sherlock Inktober challenge prompts (sorry for doing a different fandom with it once again, but I adore the prompts).

Here's the first one:

It's set after my current fic (The Wedding), so, established relationship floof, basically. With some pwp mixed in, probably.

I really hope it'll reset my mind and get me back into being able to write. Being so overworked and stressed really effed up my creativity. So, baby steps and once more into the breach.

[cretaceos]

PAPAYA, BLACK AND CLOUD WHITE. landoscar, chapter 1/5.

READ IT HERE!

What’s this?” He pointed to the list of activities numbered in alphabetical order.

“Your schedule, of course,” Jon seemed calm while speaking, almost made Lando believe he had seen a beautiful future, “See, one of them is in one hour, we should get going, you’re on two floors above me—”

“Jon.” He breathed, “Why ‘s there Oscar’s name on, like, the side of some stuff?”

When they got on the lift, Lando was almost certain his dyslexia was acting up, causing him to read it wrong. He blinked two times, and tried again. No. Yep, his name was still there.

“We must encourage people to believe you two have a friendly relationship, that’ll help media stop spreading misinformation, all the activities are safe and—” Lando groaned loud enough to be heard outside the elevator.

or, the landoscar rwrb fanfic nobody asked for but i did it anyway.

[valentine-agere]

Sweet dreams summary: You're having a tough time sleeping. Luckily Engie's happy to help! word count: 640 authors notes: reader is regressed and nonverbal, and all interactions are platonic (bc reader is baby of course) ^_^ warnings: none

You must've been standing there outside his door for at least ten minutes.

In your head, you weighed your options- you could A) give up, and walk back to your room with your tail tucked between your legs or B) wake Engie up like you originally planned. This was far from the first time you'd done something like that, but somehow you never felt any less guilty for disturbing his sleep or his work. Then again, he never seemed upset with you, either. You had a special spot in his heart, you knew it.

Still, that did little to make you feel better about bothering him so late in the night, especially considering how badly you knew he needed his rest. He was a very busy man- a very, very, busy man. But you'd had a nightmare, and you knew Engie would be able to help. You'd been trying to get yourself back to sleep all by yourself, but after what felt like hours of tossing and turning you knew you'd need someone to keep you company until you could fall asleep again. After another minute or so of silent deliberation, you decided to suck it up and knock on his door.

Three small, quick taps. You waited for a reply, holding your breath, but you didn't hear anything. You didn't know if you should knock again, or just leave. You decided to take a chance, and knocked once more, this time a bit louder.

"I'm comin'." Came his tired voice. A few seconds later, the door opened. "What is- oh, hey, pumpkin."

His expression softened when he saw you. You gave a small smile.

"What're you doin' up so late, kiddo?" He asked, his tone sweet as it always was with you. You hesitated, before holding your arms out towards him. He understood all your gestures by now. "Ah, I see. Didja have a nightmare?"

You nodded, your gaze shifting to the floor.

"Aw, it's alright, sweetheart. C'mere, c'mon." He gently scooped you up, carrying you into his room and shutting the door behind himself. "Poor thing."

He sat you down on his bed. "I take it you wanna sleep here tonight?"

You nodded.

Engie ruffled your hair, smiling. "Alright, kiddo. I don't mind."  It was then you realized you'd forgotten your stuffie. You were unsure how you could forget such a thing, but either way, the idea of going back for it didn't sound very appealing. Engie, of course, seemed to take notice. "You forget yer stuffie, huh?"

You nodded again, looking elsewhere. 

"Don't worry about it, sugar. I can go get it." He assured, standing up. "You stay here 'n get comfy, okay? I'll be right back, promise."

You, of course, nodded, settling in under the covers, wrapping yourself in a nice blanket cocoon like you always did. True to his word, he didn't take long, returning with your stuffie in hand. "Hey, kiddo." He greeted you. You waved in turn.

He handed you your stuffie. "There you are." He said, taking a seat beside you on the bed. You hugged it tightly to your chest, before looking up at him. He looked back, smiling. "Can I ask what the dream was about, honey?"

You shook your head, hiding your face in your stuffie. You didn't want to remember. He put a comforting hand on your back. "Alright. I understand. It's over now, okay? No more scary dreams. Papa's gotcha."

You didn't say anything, just leaned into him, nuzzling his arm close.

"I know, darlin'. I'm right here."

You let him wrap an arm around you, snuggling in close to him. It wasn't long before he noticed you drifting off. He chuckled softly, petting your hair. "Sweet dreams, kiddo."

It didn't take long for you to fall back asleep, curled up safely in his arms.

[cozyenigma]

Sleepless

(Hope this was what you envisioned!)

Word Count- 1241

Request?- Yes

Summary- Late nights in space weren't out of the norm. Everyone dealt one way or another but it was easier when you had someone to pass the time with

Warnings- None

Insomnia wasn't a unique problem aboard the invincible two. Even with artificial day night cycles it was still a struggle to adjust to sleeping in space. You frequently found your crew trying to mitigate it as best they could, in their own ways.

Burt was probably the only one who actually tried to sleep on a schedule. Making sure his tea stash was stocked in the mess hall was always a wise choice. He was quiet at the best of times and even more so when he was short on sleep.

On the other hand, you had Celci. She had a meticulous plan in place for herself. Being the head of cryostasis probably had something to do with that. She limited her caffeine intake, screen time past a certain point, and certain foods entirely. Despite that, it wasn't uncommon to see her working into the wee hours of the morning. Or what should've been morning by earth standards. The stubborn scientist always reasoned that there was always more work to do so she ought to make herself useful.

Gunther... Well, so long as he had free access to a shooting range he kept that particular problem to himself.

You sighed, running a hand down your face as you walked down the hall. There wasn't much of a need to have a night crew with the planet right beneath you so it was blessedly silent. What you kept coming back to was late night walks. It let your mind and your body wander and, ideally, wear themselves out.

Your footsteps echoed softly as you neared the bridge. The usual silence you expected, however, was broken by soft snoring sounds. They only had you pause for a moment before continuing into the bridge.

His legs were poking out from under the console. Tools were scattered about his sleeping form, a wrench still loosely grasped in one hand. You shook your head and approached. Mark was the type to keep going until his body gave out on him, insomnia or no. Gently as you could, you reached out and shook his leg.

Mark jerked awake and lurched upwards, directly into the console. You winced at the clang and Marks following curses.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you okay?"

Clambering out from underneath the machinery, Mark looked up at you, still holding his forehead. "Captain? Why're you still up?"

You couldn't help but snort. "Pot calling the kettle black much?"

Brushing his tools aside, Mark stood up. "I wasn't up till a few seconds ago actually, thanks for that."

He brushes his hands off on his pants, giving you a knowing look. "And you still haven't answered the question."

Already you had similar snark locked and loaded to throw back and yet... You paused, looked out of the window at the expanse of space and the small, small ball you all risked your lives to get to.

"The usual," you said eventually. "Bonus nightmares included." You ignored how Marks expression softened at that. "I was just- trying to walk and clear my head is all. You?"

A long pause. A sigh. "About the same. I didn't even try to go to bed so, think you got that one on me. One of the crew mentioned the display had been glitching out so," he lightly kicked at the console, "here I am."

The laugh that came out of you then wasn't amused as much as it was just tired. "I'd say glad to know I'm not the only one but I kinda hoped you were doing better than I was at least."

Kicking his tools out of the way, Mark goes to sit down against the console, facing the window. "We're a team in all things, Captain. Even the fucked up nightmare department."

He pats the floor next to him and you take the invitation, sidling up next to him. The two of you both watch the planet below in silence. Tomorrow the efforts to establish a colony below would begin in earnest. Before this, the idea would have filled you with excitement. Now though... you were just tired. Mentally and physically you were exhausted and you were keenly aware of how much you needed the sleep for the day to come.

"You think they're doing okay?" Your confusion must've been obvious since Mark continued, "Back on Earth, I mean. What do you think they're doing back there?"

"I don't know... Probably just- living their lives, I guess," you muttered, looking back outside.The thought never occurred to you. That sort of peaceful normalcy with lifetimes, light years behind you now.

"I dont know," he sighed, "I just keep thinking what I'd be doing right now if I wasn't- hurtling through space, yknow?"

You hummed and nodded. Hesitant, you asked, "Do you- if you could go back and never take this job on, do something else, would you?"

When he looks at you then there's a faraway look to his eyes you'd never seen before. Well... one you'd only seen one other time. "...At the end of the day... No," he murmurs. "No I don't think I would. Knowing what all I do now. I'd do a lot of stuff differently but not that. I know one way or another I'd end up out here, in space."

You're almost relieved when he looks away from you again. Then you feel him knock his shoulder into yours."

Besides, someone needs to keep you on track, Captain."

You snort despite yourself. Knocking him back just has the two of you in a vicious game of trying to push the other over. By the end of it you're both laughing like only the sleep deprived can. An idea abruptly popped into your head and you would blame the sleeplessness that made you act on it almost immediately.

Shifting, you laid down and placed your head squarely in the middle of Marks lap. You could feel him stiffen underneath you.

"Uh-"

"You're a good pillow, shush."

After a moment he relaxes again, setting his hand on your arm. "Alright, whatever you say, captain."

You yawned, shaking your head. "When are you gonna stop calling me that?"

"Whenever you're not my captain anymore. Which I don't see happening anytime soon."

"Kiss ass," you muttered.

There's a finger poking you in the cheek. "Only if you ask nicely."

That sent you sputtering, turning to see him looking down at you with a similar expression. You could already see the blush darkening his cheeks and feel the same on yours.

"Uh-"

"Can we-"

You both stop. Then, Mark continued, "We're gonna just blame that on the no sleep."

"Yeah that- that sounds good."

There's an awkward silence after that. One where you just stubbornly stare out of the window and try not to think too hard about the man you're with. Eventually, that fades as the exhaustion sweeps over you again. You'd scoot back into him, the back of your head resting against his stomach now, and sighed.

At some point Mark would start idly rubbing his thumb across your arm. The presence of another person, the warmth of it, was enough for you to finally close your eyes.

When your crew mates both found you passed out on the bridge, they left you alone for a while. Not before some pictures were taken to commemorate the occasion of course but the two of you could use some shut eye.