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Unfair

EoSR Hanahaki (Engines) - Edward x James

🥀 December 1968

CW/TW: Graphic descriptions (hanahaki)

Last Train for Christmas (Season 18 Episode 18)

Word Count: 452

Edward is sent to the Steamworks after something happens.

For better context, read "Like Snowflakes in December" (Decemeber 1968). Read up until the part where Edward goes unconscious.

“Victor!”

“Victor, please!”

It was a struggle to stay conscious. Even the sounds of wheeshes were too loud for Edward. His smokebox ached, and he felt lightheaded. He tried muttering something but all that came out was slurred incoherence from a hoarse, weak voice.

He was aware of his state. He could feel the boiling water, mixed with coal dust, dripping from his eyes and mouth, staining his face.

The smell of the crumpled pink flowers, similar to pink roses, soaked in the same water, was strong. It was strong, worsening his smokebox ache. His pipes were scratched inside from them when he heaved them out, severely weakening his voice for a while.

“Victor, please help him!” James was sobbing at that point, and all Edward wanted to do was hug him and apologize. Apologize for making him worry so much. James cared so much for him, yet it hurt to see or hear it.

He’d come such a long way.

It was bittersweet.

“Please help Edward, please!”

The Old Iron's conscience couldn't hold on any longer. The little bit of strength he had left was gone. The harsh heaving took a toll on him, and the exhaustion from it took over, leaving the engine to drift to an uncomfortable sleep.

…

Multiple times during his sleep, Edward felt when he heaved out more and more.

Make it stop. Someone make it stop! was all he could cry out into the void surrounding him. The space around him was infinite, yet he felt congested. The begonias wouldn't stop coming out in sudden bursts. His mouth ached, and his throat was in pain.

But after a strong one, he went a while without heaving.

He could breathe again.

The small cerulean engine was so afraid of even thinking about it. He resisted but the thought came through.

Is it over now?

…

Weeks later, Edward was released from the Steamworks. His piston rod was fixed, and the workmen determined that he would be fine.

However, their tone wasn't convincing to the engine or anyone for that matter. Not one bit.

The conversation when he woke up the first night played in his mind. The plants continued to scratch his tube, uncomfortably reminding him of why they were there in the first place.

It could've been easy to resolve if he’d known about love. That it was possible between engines. If he’d known, he could've been prepared! If he’d known, he could just tell him how he felt!

But he just can't.

He just can't put that weight onto James, especially if it was to find the best option for his own condition if the red engine did not reciprocate his feelings.

It isn't fair.

Wrote this, forgot it, remembered, edited, and posted it.

Again, you'll have to read "Like Snowflakes in December" for better context.

Until I post James' realization story, there won't be one for him in this AU.

I've dwindled into hanahaki + plant gore before so I have some idea of what I'm doing. This is definitely one of my "darker" stories that I've published. A little nervous about it since its been a while since I've written or drawn and posted darker things.

Thank you for reading. Comments + reblogs are appreciated <3

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