#sergeant drake

[xingyanp]

The way they take one more look at Hobbs...

[xingyanp]

Train Ride - Fleeting Youth

Men scattered to their next duties at the end of a training session. Drake picked up his towel, wiped his face, and noticed Reid standing at the entrance.

“Sergeant Drake, if you could spare an afternoon and pay a visit to the address?”

The case at hand was not pressing but, nonetheless, one that they hoped could get over with soon, and a way to efficiently gather evidence was visiting the location themselves.

“Certainly, sir.”

The inspector nodded and, gazing at a group of constables nearby, contemplated for a moment. “Bring Hobbs with you.”

After some serious brainwork, Reid decided that Drake’s humble presence at a rural household would be less intimidating, thus more beneficial to their purpose, than two formidable gentlemen abruptly knocking at the door. Considering the long distance, a young lad as a helping hand surely wouldn’t be a problem. And it didn’t bother Hobbs at all, either, who jogged to the duo at Reid’s finger gesture, curiously awaiting orders, and whose countenance lit up with excitement like a child receiving an unexpected praise, in the form of a new mission.

During the hour-long journey, Drake provided necessary advice and instructions to the young constable sitting in front of him, now in his civvies and keenly focused on the subject. They arrived at their destination, met with the inhabitants, and walked away with ample information carefully recorded in Hobbs’s notebook. It was late afternoon when they boarded the returning train alongside quite a few passengers. Pleased with their success, Drake bought some biscuits, and Hobbs, after a courteous thank you, happily munched on the treat. The sergeant pulled out some newspapers and began to read.

Several pages after, a slight, abrupt movement next to him caught Drake’s attention. Hobbs was dozing off, his head nodding a piacere with the rocking of the train. After folding his papers, gingerly if not a little hesitant, Drake guided the drooping head to rest on his shoulder.

The train jotted, causing Hobbs to shift in his sleep. He was warm and soft, his hair fluffy against the older man's cheek and the lines of his features still smooth and delicate, not yet hardened by the toils of life. Drake witnessed how Hobbs trained hard during the day, pushing himself to his limits, anxious to be well-prepared for the busy months ahead; how he did his best during their mission, not missing a single detail and always staying on top alert.

Needless to say, Drake was very proud of his boy who, one day, would grow into a full-fledged officer or even a detective inspector, an impenetrable protector of law and order. Nonetheless, he hoped for a split second that the train ride would last forever, and gentle Hobbs would always remain safe under his wing. But time would fly in a blink, as fast as the scenery and objects flashing past them outside the window.

Hobbs moved again, pulling Drake back to reality. Across the aisle, a child had fallen asleep on his father’s lap. With minimum movement, the sergeant fished out his pocket watch; there was still half an hour left to their journey. He decided to stay as still as possible so that Hobbs could get a good rest. Afterall, the boy had a night shift full of telegrams waiting for him in the station.

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It takes me forever to formulate a coherent idea 🥵 and it turns out kind of cliched...... Please yell at me

@scribbledbyhand Thanks to Reid's Book Club, Drake has picked up a new hobby of reading the newspaper 😉

Thanks for reading!

[xingyanp]

Hobbs in the background & being helpful (S1E1 I Need Light)

Jumping off the carriage to help Reid (blurred side profile)

Notice his habit of holding his belt:

Transporting the body onto the Maria:

Closing the door and staying behind:

Peeping at Reid & Drake now and then:

Staying behind to deal with the crowd (notice how he stops a man with his arm ;) ) ⬇️

P.S.: A scene right before Reid goes to see the body. It seems to be the continuation of the prior gif (he lets the man go because the carriage is already far away (?))

[xingyanp]

Snowflakes

Sergeant Drake was solidly convinced, by Reid’s grunts behind piles of documents, prisoners who made him ever so frustrated, and the monotonous duties around H Division, that it was another gloomy day. Winter time filled with desk work was not so cheerful. Even Artherton’s coffee sat unenthusiastically on the shelf in front of the windows that told them it was snowing, again.

Hours ticked into the afternoon, and Drake went to check if the training and parking area was properly shoveled. He was greeted by a cleanly swiped ground and groups of men faraway who did not notice him. Before stepping inside, unimpressed by the weather, Drake turned around to take another look just because.

Almost in slow motion, he saw a figure running towards him--a boy, blooming in his youth, sprinted through the air, cheeks rosy and hair flapping in the wind. His movement was smooth and effortless, as if flying amidst the swirling snow. Drawing near, he halted with a sway in his form, carrying a fresh breeze of vitality.

“Sergeant,” The boy was panting from the excitement. “I won the race!” With sparkling eyes, he beamed at the paternal smile, a pat on the shoulder, and a firm, warm squeeze to his arms that lingered for a moment.

After finally eliminating the mountain of paperwork, Constable Hobbs gladly went outside with a group of men seeking a good break from the tedious afternoon. Together they shoveled snow with great eagerness and started a mini sports event. The others caught up from behind and greeted their sergeant.

“Go and play.” With another pat, Drake half whispered to the young constable.

“Yes, sir.”

Hobbs trotted off in the falling snow, enjoying the simple pleasure of life. They were all boys of H-Division, but Hobbs was the youngest, a bright ray of promise and hope in the dark, bleak reality. His slender figure, of light colored henley shirt and suspenders, danced in harmony among the white, soft snowflakes. He was one of them, and he was all of them, adding to the world a touch of pureness and delight.

Yet Hobbs would not disappear but grow and thrive in the warmth and care of friends, family, and his Sergeant Drake, who watched his boy, so happy and carefree in the snowy afternoon.

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Inspired by scribbledbyhand and pchobbs, and lots of snow in my area. ❄️❄️❄️

Even though I took so long to write this tiny fic that the snow has melted. 💦

My first attempt at writing a Hobbs fanfiction that hopefully makes sense. Thanks for reading!

[rarepairheathen]

Please tell me I am NOT alone in shipping Bennet Drake and Rose from Ripper Street!?

And what is their ship name!?!?!?! I need to know!!!

[theblastofatrumpet]

When I look upon you, I feel a mercy I thought lost to me.

Sergeant Drake, Ripper Street 1x05

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[dearlyangel]

Why Sergeant Drake don't marry with Rose? Can someone answer and explain?