#starlight express fanfiction

[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.

[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.

[dearstarryeyedelf]

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Relationship: Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate)

Notes in the fic will also tell you that I'm a fan of the musical Starlight Express, so my Tav is based on a character from that show XD

[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.

[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

[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?

[storyweaverofgondor]

Spooky Stories for Halloween

Here's a list of some the spooky stories i have written.

Summary: Pouncival convinces his brothers to explore what is rumored to be a ghost ship with him. He's the only one who thinks this is a good idea. (Ghosts)

Summary: Pouncival never could have imagined the turn things were about to take. (Frankenstein inspired au)

Summary: The warnings Rusty chose to ignore were clear. (Ghosts. Major Character Death)

[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

[ailrent]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 1

Fandom: Starlight Express

Whumpee: CB

CB doesn't fare too well after the crash that occured during the final race. For the No.1 Whumptober prompt, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

First fic for my Whumptober, where I challenged myself to write for a different fandom for each day! Today's fandom is the 1984 musical by Richard Stilgoe and Andrew Lloyd Webber, which follows the story of a little steamtrain named Rusty who races in a championship against modern engines.

[richhotcool]

Please for the love of all things holy stop writing me as only feminine/as a woman in your fanfics. This goes for all Electra/Elektras too to clarify

[marastriker]

Soulmate AU Drabble Series....Part 2!

Welcome to the next series of drabbles in the Soulmate AU! These will take place during the 2nd part of the soulmate au series <:)

[minatoiskyuubismate]

I have begun to post my Starlight Express fanfiction at AO3- The first two chapters are in english and German, the rest will be only in German. Because I havent got the time to translate all nearly 50 chapters.

[tealfling]

Tiefling Spice.

A/N: I’m new to writing fanfiction, and honestly, don't know how any of this works, but I just had to because of Astarion. I think I thought of all the labels.

Summary: Amaranth muses over the taste of blood with her favorite traveling companion, Astarion.

Pairing: Astarion x F!Tav

Tags: tiefling tav, named tav, flirting, banter, somewhere between Act 1/ beginning Act 2, some innuendo

Tav: Amaranth, purple tiefling Cleric

"Hot Cinnamon."

"What?" Astarion turned to Amaranth confused. The purple tiefling had taken to reading beside him in his tent lately, but her book--some spell tome-- had laid ignored in her lap for the past serval minutes. Her white gaze fixated on nothing in the distance as a finger wrapped and looped a long curl of her silver hair. He'd noticed she usually did this when she thought, but he couldn't figure out where her mind had been to say such a thing.

Amaranth faced him with a deadpan expression, "Karlach. I bet her blood tastes like a hot cinnamon kind of spiced drink."

Astarion chuckled in the soft way he did when he was caught off guard, snapping his book shut, then setting it to the side. That conversation had been so long ago, that he was surprised she remembered. "Interesting," he drawled considerately. "She does seem like a sweet spiced burn, doesn't she?" He remarked, regaining his flirtatious air. "But Darling, I'm hurt, here you sit in my company while your mind wanders to another?" he said with mocked melancholy.

Amaranth replied, "Well, I was watching you drink, then I thought about blood, and then I remembered when you asked me what I thought the others might taste like." Astarion watched Amaranth chatter away. Silver freckles danced like starlight across purple cheeks as she hurriedly walked him down her train of thought. "...and then the campfire reminded me of toasted marshmallows, which is how Karlach kinda smells, and then I remembered you asking what the other's blood might taste like...."

The pale elf hummed, mostly watching Amaranth's expressions animate across her face as she spoke rather than listening to her words. His ruby gaze occasionally returned to her plum fingers twisting and raveling that one pearly curl section.

"HEY. Star?"

"Hmm? Yes?" Astraion responded, startled back to the moment by an intense tone and a new name she never called him before. He realized the weight of the silence settling between them. There was a question he hadn't answered and a concerned expression slowly knitting across the face before him.

"Are you okay? You didn't answer my question and I thought I lost you there for a second." Amaranth said gently while trying to hold a playful air. Her eyes were soft, but keenly watching his face for tells.

Deciding he needed to redirect this change in mood, Astarion brushed his long fingers through his bangs, setting a coy smile on his face. "Apologies, Darling, it seems I became distracted admiring those adorable freckles of yours," he thrummed, hoping to fluster his company.

Not today.

Amaranth placed both hands between them, exposed arm muscles flexing to support her as she leaned into his space, face only a few inches lower from his as he retreated a bit from the unexpected invasion. She paused, taking in his wide-eyed expression, unsure. Mirroring his earlier tone, she repeated, " I said. You still haven't told me how I tasted." Her faux sultry look surveyed his face, constantly assessing him, ready to pull back. His pupils dilated, but not much else changed. It only took a moment for his face to settle, ready to unleash a counterattack. She held up a finger, " Ah, and before you throw 'delicious' at me again, it makes for a cute compliment, but rather too vague for a proper description," she said, sitting back on her tucked legs, giving Astarion breathing room. "We both know you can do better than that," she teased. Her tail tip swayed playfully, as she crossed her arms, awaiting his response.

Being on the back foot was Aatarion's least favorite place to be, but lately, Amaranth seemed to be getting the better of him in their little game. Although vexing at times, perhaps it meant his plan was working, that she was falling for him. While it made the game more challenging, her riposte was also, admittedly, more fun. Her initial intrusion toward his person overwhelmed him, an uneasy spark flitting in his stomach. But she just, hovered there, allowing him to adjust. Her tiefling heat permeated the span between them. As she went on, talking about blood, wondering about her flavor, all the while the very thing loudly and visibly pulsed in the neck inches from his face, the scent so strong he could taste it. It irked him that he had to restrain himself from inhaling it deeply. He didn't wish for her to take the impression he might be wanting.

No, Astarion needed to restrategize. Turn this back on her. He sat up, readjusted his shirt, then rested his arm on his bent knee. "Oh, come now my Dear? Where's the fun in that?" he goaded with a flip of the wrist. "You need to guess."

"You're not going to tell me?" the tiefling asked, taken aback. Her pearl-colored brows furrowed.

The pale elf inhaled through his teeth to drawl, "It's hardly a challenge if I tell you now, isn't it Darling?"

"Seriously? How am I supposed to guess? The few times I've tasted my blood, it was either flavorless or reminded me of copper!" she huffed.

"Well," he paused considering, "maybe I'll tell you... If you beg," he ribbed with a small chuckle. Astarion watched as Amaranth bristled. He liked getting a rise out of her. For a moment, he thought he caught a glimpse of her tell when a salacious thought crossed her mind, but, alas, her pewter brow furrowed deeper instead. Amaranth pouted, sucking in the corner of her lip. He'd seen her do this in frustration before, a glimpse of the tiny ivory tip of her tiefling fang baring down on her bottom lip in annoyance. Astarion hated it when she bit her lip this way, the last few times she'd done it, he felt like he might want to bite it too.

For a bit, the only sound between them was the soft, irritated thump of Amaranth's tail on the floor. Her diamond eyes locked in a scowl toward his crimson ones. How hard was it for him to give a little? The question shouldn't be that hard. None of the others at camp were willing to give him their blood, but he'd had intelligent blood in battle before. So between those and their...schedule...by now he surely should have had a working flavor profile of comparison. He was just toying with her. Being told her blood smelled good was--novel, but no one had said why. And Amaranth had to know.

"Fine," she sighed, adopting a look of indifference.

Astarion lifted a single white brow but said nothing. Waiting. He watched as she lifted her long hair back in a stretch, noting the strategic reveal of his favorite part of her neck. The tiefling stood pretending to dust off her thick thighs.

Amaranth continued with a feigned defeated huff, " I guess I'll just go ask my other favorite monstrosity what I taste like. He also thinks I smell delicious and he has been begging for a bite." The tiefling dramatically spun on her heel to face the exit.

"What!? Who?!" Astarion jolted up in a panic.

The purple tiefling whipped around with a giggle, "The owlber cub. You silly goose." Her gentle gaze met his unsure round eyes as he cautiously approached. Damn. That look made her weak. Though, it was quickly countered by his repulsed shrill.

"THE OWLBEAR CUB?" Astarion exclaimed. "That filthy thing?"

Amaranth clicked her tongue, "Oh, now, don't be like that. I know you secretly like him."

"I do not." Astartion puffed, sticking up his nose, and crossing his arms.

"Did you forget, Star, that one of my many talents is Beast Speech?" Amaranth hummed. His ears perked, glancing at her when he heard what he supposed was a new pet name of hers. "I know you let him cuddle you while you read. Don't worry, he likes you, too." The elf rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue. A little too dramatic to be real.

"Anyway," she continued slowly, rocking on her feet, " I guess if you have nothing more to say, then I'll see you for supper." Amaranth conspicuously added, "Unless, I'm utterly devoured first. I don't know if the owlbear cub has ever eaten tiefling before."

"You'd better well not be!" snapped Astarion, playfully. "You know I don't like sharing," he quipped.

Amaranth felt her cheeks pull into an easy smile. This was her favorite type of banter. "I'll see what I can do. There's a chance I'm quite tasty." She smirked, stepping closer to Astarion. "Perhaps I'll offer him a toe? As a treat?" Amaranth made a sweeping gesture to feet. "Definitely, not the tail. I'd miss it too much." She whipped it for emphasis. Astarion chuckled taking a step closer. Amaranth made a low thoughtful hum. "What else?" She pondered, making exaggerated finger taps to her pouty bottom lip. "Ah! What's your least favorite finger?" Amaranth cheerfully beamed, wiggling her fingers beside her face.

Resting his hand on his chin, Astarion looked quite statuesque. He regarded each amethyst palm with careful consideration, before snatching her right wrist in a firm grasp, eliciting a surprised eep from her lips.

Amaranth froze.

Her eyes immediately locked on his face. Trying to read him. When did he get so close? She took careful, calculated breaths. Unsure of what he would do, she waited to see how to react.

Astarion brought her hand closer to his face. With a cool, nonchalant expression, he studied the hand more closely under a discerning red gaze. Using his free hand, he judiciously traced each of her fingers with his, leaving a trail of tingles in his wake. His eyes were observantly fixed on his task. Her eyes were glued to his every movement. He used his own fingers to splay hers more open.

Had his hands always been so much bigger?

Separating her index finger from the rest, "Not this one, Darling," he said in a luscious purr, "It's my favorite." Finally, he met her stare with a sinful gaze as he kissed the very part of her finger that touched her own lips not a short time ago.

Shit.

Amaranth tried to control the exhale that escaped her, but she could feel her nostrils flare. It was obvious between them that she had been holding her breath. She hadn't expected this. He grinned fiendishly as he worked toward the next finger.

"Actually, my Dear, I don't want to part with any of your delectable digits," he droned, brushing his lips across all her fingers. He turned her wrist up, pressing a kiss down on her pulse.

Using the new angle, Amaranth took the chance to caress his cheek with the tips of her fingers that could reach. He flinched, and she retracted her fingers.

"I didn't know you were so jealous of a baby owlbear," she mused softly.

He scoffed, "I'm not," releasing her wrist, but leaned his cheek into her hand. "You're just too important to lose your delightful hands. Could you imagine if we had to rely on only Shadowheart and -ugh- Gale for spells and healing?" He smirked, but his words sounded more sincere than he intended.

"What about Wyll?"

"Ah ha! Wyll doesn't count," he said smugly, causing the tiefling to roll her eyes.

Amaranth gingerly trailed her finger over his cheekbone, barely touching his skin. She used it to move her favorite white curl behind his ear. Enjoying the way the pointed tip flushed. For a second, she caught a glimpse of those sad, round eyes he liked to hide, the ones that made her knees weak.

"Well," she sighed, lowering her hand, "I guess I'd better go help with dinner so that everyone that actually needs food gets fed. It's not fair to make them suffer through so much of Gale's cooking when I'm right here." She joked.

Astarion shifted uneasily, running his fingers through his hair. This was something new he occasionally did, like he wanted to say something, but held back. With Astarion and Shadowheart, she knew better than to press. They needed room to open.

"And what about you?" She inquired pleasantly, "Will you be dining out or ordering room service?"

He paused as if weighing his options before replying, "That depends on what's on the menu tonight?" His rakish grin appeared on his face.

Amaranth lamented in jest, "Unfortunately, only the same old thing that's on the menu every night. However," she perked, struck with an idea, "If you want, I could try to see how many spices I can add to change the flavor?"

"Oh, please, Darling, you're salty enough already." Astarion poked, waving her off with a hand before resting it on his hip.

The tiefling gaped, pushing his shoulder back, "Fine! Garlic breath it is, saer!!" she hissed flippantly. Revolving on the balls of her feet and stomping toward the threshold.

"Wait!" Amaranth hadn't reached the drapes before Astarion's long fingers grazed her arm, stopping her in her tracks faster than a Hold spell. "I was just teasing." He purred.

That was obvious. She replied flatly, "I know," still facing the entrance, trying to hide how happy she was that he stopped her.

"So, you'll come back later?" he asked from behind. It sounded like he was trying to be indifferent.

"Maybe. I don't know. I have other monstrosities I have to feed, you know." she tossed over her shoulder, acting aloof.

She felt Astarion close in behind her. He pulled back her hair, whispering into her ear, "But, you said I'm your favorite, right my Sweet?" Feeling his long fingers caress through the hair at the base of her neck caused her core muscles to flex. Electric tingles danced down her spine. SHIT.

"Yeah," she breathed, "you're my favorite." Amaranth turned her chin up toward his words. Noticing how very close their mouths were. And how very little it would take to close the gap. She could feel the warmth crawling across her cheeks. This fucking cheat was getting the better of her. Amaranth could feel her mind already lulling, she had to do something.

If she let him win now, she'd be here all night, the others would surely come looking for her. And the ones that would come were the ones that would react the worst to finding him fangs deep in her throat...If that's how they found them...

They still had chores to do before nightfall. Before the others stopped checking in with her.

The right thing to do would be to take a pause. She needed to tap out. Before she could lose her will, the purple tiefling popped up on her toes, landing a quick peck on his lips.

"I'm still eating garlic," Amaranth piped, darting out of Astarion's tent.

[esthermitchell-author]

Creating fanart from fanfiction

The question has been raised several times about whether or not artists should ask fanfic authors before creating drawings/art off of fanfic pieces.

I'll be blunt -- have at it! If you're interested in creating art off of any of my fanfic, go for it! I'm all for it (I love art and artists, and we have some of the most talented artists here in the GO/Ineffable fandom. I'm seriously in awe of you all!), and would be super excited if anyone wanted to draw art off my fanfic (or hell, even my original fiction... I'd probably have a little squeal, then a cry, then a faint dead away if someone cared enough about my original fiction to want to draw it...lol Yeah, I'm super emotional about this stuff). Only thing I'd ask is that you tag/link me, so I can see it when you've done it, because I'd share the shit out of that. lol

And, if any of you lovely artists want to know what the scene I would MOST want to see drawn, from any of my GO fanfic, would be, here it is... from Born of Starlight (yes, I originally wrote the whole short story this came from solely so I could write this scene, because it was living in my head so much):

Queen's Somebody to Love filled the bookshop, along with a young girl's laughter. Aziraphale smiled indulgently as he closed the front door behind himself and stopped, letting the all-consuming adoration he felt sweep through him as he watched his demonic husband and their five-year-old daughter dance in a slow circle in the middle of the shop floor, Jemima's bare little feet resting with a trusting wiggle of toes atop Crowley's boots, her delicate little hands gripped carefully but securely in Crowley's larger ones.

Crowley's head was tipped forward, his shoulder-length hair -- he'd been growing it out a little these past few years -- falling forward to mask his expression, but Aziraphale could feel the love pouring from the demon. Jem, for her part, was looking back up at her lee-lee with the absolute, unquestioning trust and love a child has for a parent who dotes on them. They were the study of serenity, set to the backdrop of Freddie Mercury's voice, and the sight of them filled Aziraphale with so much tranquility and love he blinked his eyes against the sting of tears.

[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.