#maurelympic

[piratespacex]

WW1 Maurelympic✨🙏🙏

I would die for these two, Yuri is in the air folks for quite a while really.

[lil-meilian]

Olymaury/Maurelympic ❤️

[alittleofsmoke]

Mauretania x Olympic first meeting ✨️

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The first meeting happened on a bright, afternoon in June 1911,Pier 59,in New York City.Olympic had just completed her maiden voyage return.The docks were full of chaos,there were newsboys shouting headlines,photographers flashbulbs that were like fire for her eyes,women in wide brimmed hats waving their handkerchiefs, and the sharp smell of coal smoke.

Olympic stepped down the gangway,at twenty one years old,taller than her peers, posture straight from etiquette lessons of the White Star Line and the knowledge that everyone eyes were on her.Her navy officer suit was tailored sharp,buttons catching the sun,blonde hair pinned in a chignon under a officer hat.She was exhausted,of the voyage and the strange weight of being “the new queen of the Atlantic”

She scanned the crowd,journalists already shouting questions to her,White Star officials and the Big Four waiting for her,when a figure appeared,detached from the press,looked straight toward her

It was Mauretania Cunard,the younger sister of Lusitania,and her said rival.

At twenty five and already a legend of her own.Two years holding the Blue Riband.A ship so fast she had outrun Kaiser himself.

She moved like she knew the pier in the back of her head,she wore a dark blue navy coat open over a white blouse and tailored pants,red hair coiled under a big black hat with blue feathers,green eyes bright and direct.The scent of her arrived half a second before she did,coal smoke ,engine oil and something..sweet.

She stopped three steps away but close enough that Olympic caught the faint freckles across her nose and a small scar above her left eyebrow from a storm accident.

Mauretania extended her gloved hand.

“Miss Whitestar” she said warmly, unmistakable Geordie accent which of course,Mauretania was from North Tyneside,but under polished english.

“Mauretania Cunard.Congratulations on your splendid crossing.Twenty three knots they said you sailed.Not bad… for a beginner like you”

The tease was clear in her rival voice but her eyes were serious like she was measuring Olympic herself.

Olympic took her gloved hand.

The grip was firm,warm even through the glove,and steady.

A small shiver jolt ran up her arm,she swore it was the wind.But the truth is,it was a still day.

“Thank you,Miss Cunard” Olympic said trying to keep her voice steady despite the sudden blush on her cheeks

“Though I heard about you,you swore you will keep the Blue Riband as long,the engravers themselves will have your name memorised”

Mauretania’s mouth curved crooked, the first smile Olympic had ever seen from her rival towards her.She didn't know why it made her cheeks flush.

“Aye lass” she answered.

“Records are made to be broken.

And I’ve been watching your trial you know?.

You’ve pretty bonny"

The compliment landed somewhere under Olympic’s ribs,it was unexpected.

No one had ever called her b𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 in such tone,more less than her own bloody rival.

The crowd got closer when they saw the two rivals finally together,reporters shouting,but for a heartbeat it was just the two of them,their gloved hands were still holding each other.

Mauretania’s thumb brushed once across the back of Olympic’s glove.

“Do you want to grab some tea?”

Mauretania asked voice dropping lower,Olympic thought to herself.

“There’s a place i know,near on the South Street.And i'd like to hear about those twenty three knots from my rival,if you allow me to.”

Olympic’s pulse kicked hard against her collar...this never happened to her before.

She should have said no,Mauretania was her rival...

And how about her schedule?What would her sisters think?

And how about the eyes of the world and her own line?

But...instead she couldn't stop the new odd feeling and said

“Yes...that would be lovely miss Cunard”

Mauretania’s smile widened,she released Olympic’s hand slowly then offered her arm.

"You can call me Mauretania instead"

Olympic took her arm slowly.

"Alright,let's go...Mauretania"

They walked down the pier together as two captains, two rivals.

They weren't aware,this whatever this was... was only beginning of their future together.

[writtercentral]

Mauretania: "My sister Lusitania may have once held the blue ribbon, but she has yet to be my crossing, 4 days, 10 hours, and 51 minutes at an average speed of 26.06 knots. which is currently the record for a westbound crossing, believe it or not."

Olympic: (not listening to anything) "wow she's really pretty."

cheap and cheesy Maurelympic i love these two gals

[domneptunecrkf1fnaflover]

Harana (serenade) Maurelympic

(this is belong @lil-meilian all ship humanized) this is my first tumblr vid

[ideas-on-paper]

The first meeting of RMS Olympic and RMS Mauretania (Or: The beginnings of a lesbian OTP)

Didn't make it in time for the actual date of their first meeting but take this for the anniversary of Old Reliable's maiden voyage instead. ^^

Also, special thanks to @edlingsbjorkman since you essentially made me write this. xD

June 1st, 1911, Liverpool, England: Just one day ago, RMS Olympic - the brand-new, largest ocean liner in the world - departed Belfast, Ireland, for her first-ever voyage. However, before sailing for Southampton in preparation for her maiden voyage, she makes a brief stop at Liverpool to be admired by the public. Also lying at anchor close by is the world's former largest liner and Olympic's future rival, who observes her with a scrutinizing gaze: the RMS Mauretania...

Mauretania: So, you must be White Star's new pearl, yes?

Olympic: Why, hello to you, too! You must be Cunard's lofty speed queen I've been hearing so much about.

[Mauretania vents a puff of hot air.]

M: Then you will know it's a title I earned. Though I don't expect a slug like you to be any match for me.

O: Well, you certainly have a quick temper, that's for sure.

[Mauretania vents some more hot air, along with a considerable plume of smoke coming from one of her funnels.]

M: Tsk... You White Stars... Barely off the slip, and you already cruise around like you own the place. But you'll need more than mere bravado to impress the public.

O: Oh, I don't know - judging by all the people who came to see me so far, it seems like the public is very impressed with me.

M: Of course. Humans will flock to everything that's new and shiny. However, that wears off all too quickly - all size and luxury don't matter if you can't actually perform in service.

O: Say, am I imagining things, or are you actually jealous?

M: Hardly. Who knows if I could still properly manoeuvre, with a stern as big as yours?

O: Oh, so you have been looking at my stern?

[A noise like a fan getting stuck comes from Mauretania.]

M: I merely noticed it's rather largely proportioned.

O: [She chuckles.] Alright, if you say so... But you know, I think life is about more than just blindly rushing through everything. Sometimes, it's nice to just enjoy the experience.

M: Perhaps - for those who actually have the time to indulge in such trifles. Fortunately, there are still people who care about being on time for their appointments.

O: You know, we can debate this all day, but how about we just agree to disagree and let the people decide what they prefer?

M: Hm... That's actually not a bad idea. [A brief pause.] Fine. It's on: We'll see who can attract more patrons, you or me.

O: Breezes, do you have to treat everything like a race? But fine, if you say so - I'm in.

M: Very well. I suppose I'll see you on the run, then.

O: Heh, I look forward to it.

[A brief pause.]

M: Also, one more thing: The Atlantic is not a forgiving sea, neither the waters nor the ships. Each of these ladies is vying to be the most popular, the most beloved. If you want to carve your place there, you'll have to fight for it.

O: Oh my, sounds like fun company. Anyway, thanks for the tip!

M: Hmph... Don't mention it.

Background trivia ⬇️

This is the result of the chemical reaction that happens when you're into Maurelympic and then learn that Olympic and Mauretania basically met right at the beginning of Olympic's career.

Because yes, this is actually a thing: When Olympic stayed in Liverpool for a public inspection before her maiden voyage, Mauretania was anchored just up the Mersey. Idk if they were actually within sight of each other, but I'd assume so? Anyway, it was just too good of a writing opportunity to pass up. xD

Although Mauretania is not going to make a direct appearance in my sentient Titanic AU, she grew on me when I was doing research on her, and I quickly got down what I headcanon to be her personality: proud, ambitious, competitive. (And a bit prickly. xD Though beneath that exterior, she’s actually not a bad person.)

Meanwhile, Olympic is the very picture of confidence: feisty, charming, and enthusiastic to sail on the wide ocean. Character-wise, I imagine young Olympic similar to how Antonia from Lies of P describes herself in her youth: She loved the world, and the world loved her back. And, well, if someone talks smack to Olympic, she just counters with a good portion of humor. (Unfortunately, a lot of her cheerfulness would be gone within a year…)

Btw: Their rivalry would soon tip in Olympic’s favor, as on her first eastbound voyage, Olympic carried over 2,000 passengers, something which Mauretania had accomplished only after 3 years in service. (And I can tell you, Maury is not going to be amused when she hears this. ^^’)

Also, about Maury’s “I’ll see you on the run”: From what I found, the Olympic departed from Southampton for her maiden voyage the same day Mauretania departed from New York (on June 14th). So, given how busy sea lanes across the Atlantic were, Mauretania and Olympic might have crossed paths again soon (theoretically - I don’t know if they actually did).

Anyway, although this may be more of a “side story” to my sentient Titanic AU, you can see this little piece as sort of a preview of it. Thus, I’d love to hear your feedback on it! What did you think of the characterizations? Did the ship-specific language I went with work out alright? Is there anything in terms of historical facts that I missed/that you think I should include? Whatever it is, shoot! ^^

[carpathialuvr]

OLYMPIC YOU ARE A FUCKING NIGHTMAREEEEE TO RIG </3

Anyways design belongs to @lil-meilian

[piratespacex]

Type of Yuri.

The wholesome and the weirdos.