#civilian virgil

[lovelivingmydreams]

Raven Poetry

This is a collaboration between me and @skeletinmoss . Hope you guys enjoy it! Also this one is going too be a bit more mature than my usual stuff. So no minors. Fair warning given let's go

Chapter 1 moving day

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Roman hummed a song under his breath as he walked down the street. He just got all his registrations in order and he now knew where his stuff was delivered.

Apparently a little incident with some hacker villain early this morning had messed a bit with some registrations and changed around dorm rooms. They had offered to rectify the mishap but Roman and Remus both agreed to see it as a sign and make the best of it. Sure they wouldn’t be rooming together, but they might make new friends. It was an adventure.

He pondered going to the Hill bakery and say hi to Patton before heading off to meet his new roommate and unpacking his things.

From the corner of his eye he saw a cute guy walking on the opposite side of the street. Cast in shadow as the sun was on that side of the road. Even so, Roman thought he looked pretty cute.

He was also listening to music and Roman knew his non verbal cues well enough that that was a clear I-don’t-want-to-talk-to-strangers signal.

Too bad. But maybe they’d run into one another someplace other timee. He looked like he might be a student so it wasn’t impossible.

He considered following the cute guy’s example and listen to the latest RavenKnight video as he walked but thought better of it. Raven’s story times weren’t the kind he wanted to get distracted from by sudden noises. Not to mention, he rather keep a close eye and ear on his surroundings. And Raven had a talent for keeping his attention.

No sooner had he finished that though or cute boy stopped in his tracks. As if he’d heard a sound other than his music and looked around. Roman followed his example, already looking for a place to hide. Just when he spotted an alley with a big dumpster he could hide behind he heard the security alarm of one of the stores tear through the street. People screamed and dove for cover. So did Roman. But he dug in his backpack and retrieved a mask and a red vest with white frilly sleeves and a white cravat sewn onto it. With the practiced moves he gained by quick changing many times during theater in high school he put it on over his Newsies t-shirt and put on the elegant mask that completed the look. It wasn’t the most comfortable costume. But it both hid his identity and made him instantly recognizable.

He took a look at the situation and saw to his shock that a villain had some kind of gizmo aimed at the cute guy’s face.

Adrenaline now racing Roman wracked his brain for a plan.

“This day did not go as planned, I wish I had the upper hand, I still wanted to do so many things, but my shoes would need to have wings!” he whispered urgently under his breath.

It wasn’t his best work but he was under pressure. He could feel his words take effect though. Like an imaginary muscle his power settled around his hands moving to his exact thoughts. Telekinesis. It wasn’t especially strong. But if he used it right. He could get that weapon and the hostage away so the police that was arriving on the scene could focus on the villain shouting out demands.

Roman wasn’t really listening. His priority right now was the civilian. Not entertaining a low level villain. The civilian was the only obstacle for the police.

He used the power he’d just granted himself to propel himself forward faster than he could’ve run while the villain’s attention was on the officer who was taking point in negotiations.

Again the civilian seemed to react to some kind of sound or something Roman hadn’t heard.

It didn’t matter though. Before the boy fully registered that he was heading towards him he had ripped the gun out of the villains hand and flown it into the nearest trashcan for the police to retrieve safely later, and scooped up the civilian floating himself up and away from the line of fire, in the direction the former hostage had been walking earlier.

“There you are. Everything alright?” he asked.

The civilian blinked a few times and looked around as if to orient himself. Understandable he’d gone through quite a lot the past minute or so.

His eyes focused on him, and he was definitely cuter up close.

After a moment Roman could pretty much see it click for him what had happened and the young man settled a bit more comfortably in the princess carry.

“Much better up here than down there. Which is saying something,” he quipped. Oh he had jokes! And he was kinda funny while he was at it.

“So. You’re that new Prince guy?” the stranger observed as Roman floated them a bit further down the street away from all the chaos and a bit lower so they wouldn’t crash should his boost run out.

“Indeed!” he nodded, always a little happy when he didn’t need to introduce himself. Which happened increasingly less. “I’m actually not that new anymore! I have quite a few fans!” As evidenced by his lessening need to introduce himself, the fact that there was a subredit dedicated to sightings of him and the first pieces of fanart even.

“Whatever makes you sleep better,” the civilian in his arms shrugged, though it didn’t seem malicious in intent.

Roman chuckled. “Oh you’re a feisty one,” he pointed out. Returning the playful tone.

Suddenly there was a mischievous glint in the boy’s eyes. “You like?” he wondered, his voice maybe half an octave deeper than his normal speaking voice.

Roman blinked a bit taken aback. “Oh wow,” he breathed, a bit impressed.

Clearly the former gent in distress took this as an invitation to push it further and go down to a full octave beneath his normal voice. “Watch it princey,” he muttered in a warning tone before dipping somehow even lower. “This kitty loves to bite,” he purred with a chuckle as he ran a finger from Roman’s collarbone up to his chin. The poor aspiring hero/journalist was completely flabbergasted.

And then as sudden as the very… Intense, theatrics had started, then disappeared.

“Oh look my stop!” The young man called out as he noticed the ground was close enough for him to jump down, which he did with ease. “See you later pretty boy,” he announced with a salute before walking off.

Roman let his feet touch the ground and tried to process what just happened.

Did he just… But he was wearing a mask so how could he know if he was pretty? Still. He was definitely flirting with him right?!

Deciding to put the gay panic aside for now he turned around and did a quick wrap up chat with the police, stated to the press that he had only taken the hostage out of the equation, snuck away to get his things, put away his hero get up and headed to his dorm room trying not to think of the charming, angel (or demon) voiced heathen he’d saved today. Damn that voice… It sounded vaguely familiar honestly. Where had he heard it before?

When he got to the dorm he heard the local radio host announce the next song and someone inside moving around.

His roommate was here already. And he would not be distracted by a stranger with a voice capable of… Whatever that was.

He took a breath. He could do this. New friend. Let’s go.

He knocked first, not wanting to startle his roommate. He could swear the movement stopped right before his fist hit the wood though. Probably a coincidence.

Fairly sure he had announced his presence properly he used the key he was given to let himself in.

“Hi, Virgil Grimm?” He read from the form he’d been given. “I’m Roman Reston. I’m your roommate,” he said as he stepped inside and looked up only to freeze. It was him. The guy from the robbery/hostage situation of earlier.

Virgil-with-a-voice-that-is-driving-him-nuts-Grimm, looked at him, giving him a once over and offered him a smirk.

“Hi there Reston. Your stuff is over there,” he nodded to the boxes that had ‘Ro’ on them in red letters. Luckily he was using his normal voice.

Roman managed to nod and give him a tight smile, which of course got him a weird look.

He decided to focus on unpacking and working through gay panic 2 electric boogaloo in silence.

Virgil asked him if pizza for dinner was alright for tonight. He agreed and put down some cash to pay his part. “Anything except fish is fine,” he stated as he picked up the last box to take to his room.

“Kay,” Virgil nodded as he checked the money and started calling in.

Turns out Virgil had good taste in Pizza too. He got half pepperoni half quatro fromage and he remembered the garlic knots.

He tipped the delivery guy and gave Roman back his fair share of change.

They sat down and ate pizza together.

“So… What do you study?” Virgil asked.

Roman swallowed away the cheesy bite he’d just taken.

“Journalism. I freelance a bit already actually,” he tells him, a little worried Virgil will recognize his voice. Why doesn’t he throw his voice when he does hero work. That’s going to change.

For now it doesn’t seem to click for Virgil so that’s a relief.

“Cool. I do computer science,” he replied.

Roman couldn’t help a chuckle. “You don’t look like a computer nerd,” he notes before he can stop himself.

Virgil chuckles, which doesn’t bring back memories that have Roman fight down a blush.

“I don’t,” he agrees. “But it’s actually pretty interesting. I took a few courses over the summer to get the basics down and it changed the way I saw literally everything. Even the app we used to order that pizza. It’s pretty dope,” he explains.

Roman nodded in agreement. Taking a next slide. If Virgil noticed the way he couldn’t quite stop staring at him in discomfort then he didn’t mention it.

They finished their dinner and went to their respective rooms.

Roman decided to try not to think of his roommate and that enchanting strangely familiar voice and instead listen to that video of RavenKnight he’d been sporadically thinking about all day.

He got settled on his bed with his laptop and navigated his way to the video.

“Alrgiht, Raven. Distract me from my hot roommate,” he muttered under his breath.

He clicked play. “Good day or possibly good night everyone. Welcome to my Murder,” the deep voice hummed into his ears making Roman stop the video.

He just realized where he knew that voice from.

His Roommate was one of his favorite youtubers.

#sanders sides #ts sides #fic #prinxiety #virgil sanders #roman sanders #hero roman #civilian virgil

[thesandersinitiative]

What do you mean by Virgil and Remus being roommates, Logan?

"Statistically speaking, each successful incidence of Doctor Storm managing to contain himself only bears poorly for each subsequent try of his temper," Logan starts coolly, briskly following Joan down the hall, "Just because that particular powder keg hasn't blown doesn't mean you're anything more than lucky when you stick around to watch other people light matches. And when Doctor Storm looses control again--"

And at this, Logan stops, and faces the camera with such sincere intensity in his gaze that it is clear that it is not bias or fear formulating his distaste and distrust of Virgil: it is fact, "--and he will, I hope for all our sake that he is far, far away from here and from all of you. Because it is clear, none of you recruits are willing to see him for the threat that he is. And I sincerely hope, none of you will pay for it."

"Logan," Thomas says sternly, striding ahead of Patton in a burst of speed that nearly has him tripping over his own limp, as he trails one hand across the steel paneling on the wall for balance, "Listen to me. I made the call to keep Virgil on board, okay? He's staying, and you're gonna need to drop it. He's my responsibility, just like Dee is, and just like you were. If you want to be helpful, maybe stop trying to poke the bear just so you can say I told you so when he tries to rip off your head!"

"Thomas, he is dangerous," Logan insists, "We're containing a god in a cage that only has a 63.84 percent chance of containing Storm at full power for longer than a sixteen hour period! Remus may be an unknown but at least he can control himself! Surely, if Storm's work is so essential to the operation he can do it offsite where he's less likely to kill the two thousand SHIELD operatives running this base!" "The last thing we need is Virgil out of our sight! I briefed you myself on Remus's spear, and so long as Virgil is here and under direct supervision he isn't being brainwashed!" "How'd that work out for Agent Ekans?" Joan glances over their shoulder, swiping their keycard for the elevator and jamming down with their thumb, "How'd that work out for Talyn? Thomas, deprogramming a baby HYDRA agent is one thing. Dee doesn't spit out bullets when you shoot him. I know you've taken responsibility for this, but how are you gonna feel if you set a monster lose on a helicarrier of people you know just to prove a point to yourself?"

The elevator doors open.

"I'm not talking about this anymore," Thomas says, shooting a glare at Logan and Joan, and even one at Patton for good measure, who had already said his piece, and wasn't going to have his opinion swayed, "We have a real problem to deal with, not hypothetical. Consider your objections resoundingly ignored. Virgil stays. For better."

The elevators doors close. Joan silently swipes his card again and the elevator goes down, down, down to the containment level.

Or for worse.

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#hello happy new year #avengers au #chapter five #sander sides #logan sanders #thomas sanders #joan #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan is calm cool and collected unless he's talking about the walking NUKE on their DELICATE HELICARRIER #and it's NOT REMUS #guys im glad we all love virgil here (mod twila speaking i am a virgil fan first a person second) #but maybe logan has a point?? or maybe not virgil has never done anything wrong those fifty innocent civilians probably deserved it

[skeletinmoss]

There's gonna be drawings, stay tuned.

You may be a fan a Raven Poetry fic that I'm working on with @lovelivingmydreams . You also may have noticed that we have a second fic named Storm Dove that is basically swap au of Raven poetry. Both stories exist in Raven poetry multiverse. Little did you know we have more aus in this multiverse, and I'm here to talk about them.

They all are based on the ship Prinxiety, so Roman and Virgil are main characters. They have one of the 3 roles: Hero, Civilian and Villain.

Raven poetry has Hero Ro and Civilian V. Classic banter between hero and his regular damsel in distress.

Storm dove has opposite roles Hero V and Civilian Ro. Same but a little different storyline.

Full moon. You may have heard about that one before. Take this if you missed it. Roles: Hero Ro, Villain V. A little bit more spicy. V as a villain seeks revenge for his brother, later with a help from hero comes to light and even starts to work along side his crush. His Star Knight design:

Coming up next! Partners in slime. Hero Ro, Hero V. A lots of sexual tension between colleagues. V is a slime and with his healing abilities he works in the guild patching up heroes and villain victims. Sometimes he goes on missions with hero Elemental Blade where his unsolid body is more useful.

Also one of my favorites. Vampire diaries. We already saw hero/hero au, but how about villain/villain? Virgil can't physically live without blood. Buying it is too expensive, not to mention someone might need it more than just for food. His life of starving himself and feeding of random street people is suddenly turned upside down when one of his victims decide to date him. Roman is a very dedicated boyfriend who will even kidnappe some people for his darling's snack

Last one we have so far is Eclipse. Villain Ro, Civilian V. Falling under mind control former hero is forced to be a puppet in villain's hands. His only hope is his new roommate - tattoo artist with power of runes that can make him invisible or incredibly lucky. Dark atmosphere with a little detective story. Will V be able to notice Ro's hints or will Hero be trapped forever?

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #ts virgil #roman sanders #ts roman #prinxiety #raven poetry au #storm dove au #full moon au #partners in slime au #vampire diaries au #eclipse au #raven multiverse

[gumnut-logic]

Five times Virgil tackled loopy family members, and one time they tackled him (Part Six, Bit 1)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six - Bit 1

This is an attempt to finish this fic off. Unfortunately, this last part is big and I was unable to fully complete it this morning. But there is some Tracy boy action in this, so I hope you enjoy what should be the first half of the last chapter of this fic.

Now I have to go to work, drat it.

-o-o-o-

…and one time his family had to tackle him.

It was another fire.

Virgil had seen so many wildfires now they were at Tuesday status. Didn’t mean they weren’t tiring.

It was a full team effort and they had been at it for hours in the Californian hills. Virgil wanted to curse the eucalypts that weren’t supposed to be here, but honestly the native pines burned just as much, both full of flammable sap that just set the fires roaring.

At first he had stayed in Two, water-bombing with local fire services and laying down a firebreak to stop it all from getting into suburbia.

There lay the nightmare. The few times a wildfire had breached a city limits were all on Virgil’s most hated rescues list. Not that fire anywhere wasn’t horrible, but the city increased the density of human lives and ever so many more were inevitably lost.

Once the firebreak was set, he went back to slowing it down, but then some fire personnel were trapped and he had to leap out of Two to save them. A family who should have evacuated earlier also found themselves trapped on their property ahead of the fire front and again Virgil was the only one able to reach them.

By this time he already had his firesuit on and with a second thought also grabbed his exosuit. There was no indication it was needed, but he felt much more secure with it on.

Gordon called it his ‘wooby-suit’. Well, once, Virgil’s reaction had been sufficient to nub that one in the bud.

His brother still snickered on occasion when Virgil announced he was suiting up.

His fish brother really was a little shit at times.

A loveable one, but a shit nonetheless.

The house was a two storey at the very end of a cul-de-sac. Its driveway disappeared into the trees and as Virgil landed Two in the path of the oncoming fire, he had a few curse words for those who didn’t follow wildfire prevention protocols.

Two barely fit on the dead-end road, her backend almost nudging one of the other primly neat, ordered and now deserted homes.

At least one garden gnome met a gruesome end.

Virgil barely noticed. Moments and he was running down that winding dirt driveway. It appeared that it was one of those hidden pathways to a lot bigger property. Fortunately, John was in his ear with clear and concise directions.

A house appeared after a decent jog through the trees, Virgil frowned. There was no car packed for an emergency retreat. It all appeared deserted.

Only the backdrop of smoke and the ash drifting on the air gave the landscape any urgency.

“They are sheltering in the basement.” He could hear the frown in John’s voice.

“Well, get them out here. I don’t have time to dig them out.”

“I have been trying. They are quite panicked.”

John was interrupted by Scott. “Thunderbird Two, you are needed on the south-west flank, we have break through.”

“FAB, Thunderbird One. Retrieving two rescuees. ETA in ten.”

“Make it five, we have unevacuated civilians in the fire’s path.”

Again?

What the hell?

“FAB, Thunderbird One.”

Damnit.

The house itself could have stood in for one of those horror films. Tall, two storey, made of wood, not maintained too well. Even its paintwork screamed black and white Hitchcock.

Virgil didn’t bother with the front door, instead scooting around the side of the building to a set of external cellar doors. He banged on the wood with a claw. “International Rescue!” No response. “You called for help?”

“Virgil!” John’s voice was panicked.

A man appeared out of nowhere, yelling something incomprehensible. Virgil staggered backwards at a sharp pain in his arm. Someone else tried to grab him.

What the-?

“Get the damned machine off him! Cut the hydraulics!”

Virgil reacted, spinning where he stood, exosuit arms coming up in defence. Kayo’s instructions chanting in his mind, unbidden.

Disable and run. That’s all you have to do, Virgil. You don’t want to fight. Don’t fight. Run!

He wasn’t very manoeuvrable in the suit, but he was practised. Keep moving. Don’t let them immobilise you!

His right claw was a huge weapon and it barrelled into two men as he spun.

“Goddamnit! Get it right the third time, you idiots!” A woman’s voice and Virgil realised the cellar doors were open. She was climbing out to join the fray.

He spun, hitting someone else. How many were there? What did they want?

Why?

John shouted something in Virgil’s ear. Something about Scott.

Someone jumped onto his back, a hand blocking his vision as it gripped his helmet.

Pain as cold metal cut into the shoulder of his uniform.

Virgil set his feet and disengaged the exosuit, flinging himself away.

He hit dirt as the woman yelled at the men again, but he didn’t give himself time to register what she said, instead launching himself off the ground and running just as Kayo had told him to do.

“Get him, you idiots!”

Virgil’s breath was harsh in his ears as he put everything into his legs towards the safety of Two. His fire suit hampered him and he wished for the umpteenth time in his life that he had Scott or John’s long legs. But life had gifted him with strong, sturdy, and a damn sight shorter. He was literally made for heavy lifting.

And not for running.

But run he did.

For the trees.

His brain screamed at him about the fire hazard, about the glow above those trees, the ash dancing in the air, but he needed cover. A mix of eucalypt and pine waving in the hot wind.

Sparks drifting lazily past.

He wanted to stop and gaze at them but there was a voice urging him on.

And that horrible woman screeching far behind.

The scrub swallowed him whole.

-o-o-o-

“Scott!”

“Thunderbird Two will be available momentarily. We have pods to deploy and slow progress.” Scott stared at the map, suddenly missing Virgil’s input. This was definitely Virgil territory. Maybe he should switch out Gordon for Virg and assign him to control. One could take up the slack. “Yes, Thunderbird Five?”

“Virgil has been attacked. Code Green. Sending you coordinates.”

“What?!” He straightened so fast his back cracked. A glance at the fire chief and he was grabbing his helmet and moving. “Alan, I need One now!”

He didn’t need to ask for further information. As he slapped on his helmet, John threw it at his HUD. A live feed of five assailants chasing the staggering green dot of his brother.

“Virgil’s vitals indicate he may have been drugged. I’m seeing spikes in his heart rate and his direction of retreat has become erratic.” John’s tone was clipped but full of tension. “He will not reach Thunderbird Two before he is overtaken.”

“Call in Kayo and notify the GDF.” He barely heard his own words as Alan dumped One precisely down beside him. Her ladder lowered and his feet were on it before it could hit dirt.

Dust welled up around his ‘bird as Alan launched her back into the air. Scott grabbed the cargo bay railing and secured himself.

“Gordon is inbound with the Dragonfly.” Alan’s voice was as clipped as John’s, not even turning to look at Scott. “ETA twenty seconds.”

“FAB.”

One shot through the thick smoke of the fire front, leaving swirls of grey atmosphere behind it, and emerging out into the clear air of the yet to be burnt.

Evacuated suburbia lay quiet below as Alan threw the Thunderbird to the right and spun down for an abrupt and determined landing in the front yard of someone’s wannabe mansion.

“Stay with One. Keep her secure.” Scott was moving before his littlest brother could protest.

A tactical readout appeared on Scott’s HUD as his feet hit dirt. Gordon’s dragonfly pod touched down beside him, his fish brother’s eyes catching his.

Without words, Scott grabbed onto the pod and Gordon launched her to skim across the ground, closing the little distance between them and the trees.

Thunderbird Two sat quiet beyond the property, her green hull gathering grey ash as firefighting aircraft buzzed about the fire front, a closing distance away.

“Shadow is inbound, ETA ten minutes. A security team in on their way. Colonel Casey has confirmed a response from the GDF as soon the fire has been controlled.”

“What?!” But as Scott’s boots hit the ground again, he didn’t have time to discuss the GDF’s inadequacies. “Virgil’s status?”

“I’m getting no response. He is speaking, but not to me. He appears incoherent.” A pause. “Approach him with caution.” Another pause. “Five assailants still closing.”

Rage leaked through Scott’s composure, but he had no more time for that than he did for the GDF’s failings. “Gordon, you have my six.”

And they were swallowed by the trees.

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TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #scott tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy #alan tracy #nuttyfic #how can I leave a 10 000 word fic hanging for two years #I guess the same way I've left a 48 000 word fic hanging #::sigh::

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Virgil would teach Remus how to train crows.

Remus would set them loose on unsuspecting civilians.

I say that's a win win for them both XD

#they're dubbed ree's crows of C H A O S #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #asks #answers #anon #not a countdown

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

The Hazards of Living with Remy Holmes

Ao3

Summary: In general, Logan found living with Remy to be manageable, if occasionally annoying and/or nonsensical. Logan would appreciate, however, if their sibling could stop breaking into their apartment while Logan was there. Content: Sherlock Holmes AU; bickering, deductions, listen this is mostly logan and virgil verbally sparring while everyone flexes their low-level deduction muscles Pairings: Logan & Remy (future QPR), Remy & Virgil (siblings), Logan & Virgil (forced to put up with each other because of Remy) Notes: Hello TS fandom of 2024. How's it been

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“Remy? Remy, have you seen my jacket?” Logan called out in his still fairly new apartment, halfway down the hall between his room and the apartment’s main sitting area as he spoke. His still fairly new roommate had been out the past few hours, but Logan had heard the door open while he had been shuffling through his closet for the fourth time that day. Normally, Logan would simply assume he had left his jacket at work- a not terribly uncommon occurrence, especially when he worked later shifts- but living with Remy came with a unique set of risk factors Logan had to keep a constant eye on. Case in point: “I swear, if you’ve got it wrapped around another ham-”

Reaching the end of the hallway, Logan cut himself off as he realized who was actually in the sitting area, frowning. “Ah. Virgil. I apologize, I didn’t realize we had been broken into.”

Virgil, sitting in one of the apartment’s armchairs like he belonged there, just smirked at Logan’s dry tone. “Not breaking in if I have a key, doc.”

“It is if we didn’t give you that key.” Logan countered, wrinkling his nose at the nickname. “And please, call me Dr. Watson. I’d hate for us to get friendly.”

Virgil chuckled. “Still holding a grudge, are we?”

“You kidnapped me, threatened me, and accused me of having homicidal intentions. I believe I have the right to a grudge.”

“Shouldn’t that be water under the bridge by now? I said sorry, didn’t I?”

“It’s been two months.” Logan reminded, crossing his arms. “And no, you haven’t.”

“Well, I’m sorry.” Virgil said, sounding about as apologetic as Logan had when he had greeted the intruder. “Better now?”

“Apology not accepted.” Logan answered flatly. “Might I ask why you have decided to darken my apartment?”

“Is visiting my sibling not a good enough reason for me to want to stop by?”

“Not dressed like that it isn’t.” Logan nodded at Virgil’s outfit, a well-fitted suit that would put the MIB’s to shame. Virgil did, occasionally, drop by just for the sake of a visit, but he arrived informally in those instances, imitating the mundane lives of civilians by doing things such as ‘wearing hoodies’ and ‘knocking on the door.’

Virgil glanced down at himself, as if he might have forgotten what he arrived. He tugged on his dark purple tie, the only hint of colour he allowed his formal wear, straightening it incrementally before looking back up at Logan. “You caught me. I have a case for Remy of… some governmental importance. Nothing dire, but important enough we want to ensure it’s handled properly.”

“You have a case for us, then.” Logan corrected, the statement petty, entirely for the sake of drawing a reaction. Logan was dragged alongside Remy to every case the unofficial detective worked, whether he liked it or not, and Virgil knew that perfectly well. It made no meaningful difference to Logan whether or not Virgil acknowledged that, but, as established, he was still holding a grudge over their first meeting. “That’s what you meant to say, correct?”

The annoyance that entered Virgil’s expression was slight, but Logan considered it a major success on his part.

Before Virgil could choose his response, the doorknob of the front door began to jiggle slightly, shaken by the motion of someone inserting their key. Both him and Logan turned to watch as the door was unlocked and pushed open as Remy entered, taking a moment to fully remove their key before closing the door behind them.

“I’m back, babes!” Remy greeted the apartment automatically as they dropped their keychain onto the shelf mounted above the sitting room’s lightswitch, flashing Logan a smile when they realized he was right in front of them. Their motions remained fairly routine up until they spotted Virgil, looking surprised by his presence but not as upset as Logan had been (and was). “Well this is unexpected.”

“I know I didn’t mention I’d be dropping in-”

Remy waved Virgil off before he could finish his sentence. “No, not that. I’d be more surprised if you gave me a heads up before swinging by, to be honest. I just can’t believe you and Lo managed to occupy the same room, alone, without killing each other.”

“As if your doctor could kill me.”

“The restraint I have showcased so far is not insubstantial.”

Logan and Virgil shot twin glares at each other as their replies overlapped, Remy laughing at the show. “Alright, girls, you’re both pretty. No need to start a fight now.”

“I would hardly-” Logan trailed off as he looked back towards Remy, paying more attention to the details of his appearance at the second glance than he had the first (more occupied then with the relief Remy’s company would provide). Specifically, he was paying more attention to the dark blue leather that was draped over them. “...Is that my jacket?”

Between their sunglasses and generally relaxed attitude, it wasn’t always the easiest thing to follow Remy’s thoughts, but Logan was still able to catch the quick twitch of their face. “Ah… is it? Could’ve sworn it was one of mine.”

In the peripheral of his vision, Logan watched Virgil raise an eyebrow. “It’s a size too big for you, Rem.”

Remy raised the hand holding their coffee cup in mock surrender. “Ok, you caught me. I was in a rush this morning, I wasn’t thinking and grabbed the first jacket I saw. Not my fault you left yours in the kitchen, hun.”

Logan sighed, though the sound wasn’t as annoyed as it probably should have been. Really, in the grand scheme of living-with-Remy things, his jacket getting accidentally commandeered was relatively harmless. “How far your brilliant deductive reasoning skills get you.”

Remy grinned at the (admittedly) heatless jab. From where he was still relegated to the corner of Logan’s vision, Virgil frowned, expression twisting into a more severe version of the one Remy wore when they were working out a particularly complicated puzzle.

Thankfully, he chose not to comment on whatever observation he had pulled out of thin air, instead clearing his throat to call back the room’s attention. “Yeah, speaking up your skills-”

“Let me guess: you’ve got a case for us.” Remy finished for him, missing the smug look Logan shot Virgil as they took a sip of their coffee. “Alright then, lay it on me. Since I know you won’t leave me alone ‘til it’s handled.”

“And this is the part where I step out.” Logan said before Virgil could begin, not in the mood to go through their usual song and dance of Virgil telling Remy the bare minimum of case-related information while making it very clear that Logan was the one with the lowest level of ‘need-to-know’ clearance. He moved across the sitting area, passing Remy to slip on the shoes he kept by the door. “You didn’t get the mail from Patton as you came up, did you?”

“I didn’t, no.”

“Then I shall use that as my excuse. I’m sure he’ll be happy to entertain me for at least five minutes.” Logan grabbed his keys from the shelf, aware he didn’t truly need them but wanting to have them nonetheless, and pulled open the door. “Remy, I trust you’ll fill me in on what I miss.”

“Yeah, of course, babes- but, wait a sec.” Logan paused in the doorway, turning his body around to face Remy once more. “You sure Pat’s going to be there? Today’s when he usually has his baking class.”

To the outside onlooker, Remy’s comment would have been perceived as nothing more than an innocent, and reasonable, observation. Patton’s baking classes were held twice weekly, Patton went to them consistently, and Logan had no direct reason to believe Patton would have skipped that day’s class for no reason.

Logan, however, was not the outside onlooker, and over the tops of Remy’s sunglasses, he could see the way their eyes glinted with a completely different question, one Logan was happy to answer.

“I’m certain he will be. His class was cancelled.”

“Oh yeah?” Remy prompted, grinning as he set Logan up. To the side, Virgil shifted in his seat, likely having picked up on the fact that Remy was building the conversation up to something. “How’d you know that?”

The corner of his mouth tipping up into a self-satisfied smile, Logan turned towards Virgil. “Because Virgil styled his hair.” He answered simply, taking a moment to appreciate as Virgil’s expression morphed from suspicion into outrage before he breezed out the door, shutting it behind him. The last thing he heard was Remy, laughing like the two of them had just told the funniest joke in the world.

Yes, living with Remy came with a unique set of challenges. But Logan found that, for Remy, he could be adaptable.

#ok my tags . uh #ts sides #sanders sides #ts logan #ts virgil #ts remy #platonic losleep #sibling sleepxiety #fanfic #is that all of them . sure probably maybe #anyways hey y'all yeah i didnt think id be writing this either #but the night hours are a strange thing and ive Really been in a holmes mood recently #plus it may not live in my title anymore but i am and remain the god of losleep . ignore the fact this fic is 75% virgil-logan bickering #losleep sh au you will never see your full potential but for a moment you can be real

[wickerninja]

Virgil Antes local vigilante and boba tea shop worker with no underlying issues!

(Updated my ref for my Ninjago Oc a while back, some fun facts and lore under the cut)

- Virgil’s gender-fluid and uses any pro-nouns !! They find a special kind of joy in confusing the fuck out of people

- His vigilante persona is named “Red Robinhood”

- Her mom owns a boba shop named Bubble Trouble in downtown Ninjago City. She built the business herself from the ground up and she and Virgil share annoyance at the constant property damage caused by attacks on Ninjago

- Their step-dad is an ex Constrictai general named Jörmungandr. He goes by Jorge. He was a deserter in the Serpentine wars. He’s into cross stitch

- Virgil is currently engaged in a love square situation with one of their shop regulars. Their name is Siri and they also have a vigilante/villain persona that Virgil fucking despises while also having a desperate crush on Siri in their civilian lives. Meanwhile Siri has a crush on Red Robinhood and loves messing with them while in vigilante mode (Siri is an oc that belongs to my friend @penguincove )

- They have a sibling like relationship with Misty !!( @evelyn-is-eccedentesiasts’s oc) The two of them annoy each other endlessly but they really care about each other

#ninjago #ninjago oc

[pareidoliaonthemove]

Buzzard

“You’re gonna be sooo awesome, Scotty!” Alan yelled as Gordon danced around the family group singing ‘Danger Zone’ at the top of his (high efficient swimmers) lungs.

Scott Tracy mock glared. “What do you mean ‘gonna be’, Squirt? I am awesome, and don’t you forget it!” The last was punctuated by fingers jabbing his youngest brothers ribs, eliciting high pitched giggled squeals.

“What’s your callsign gonna be, Scotty? I bet it’ll be something cool, like ‘Maverick’. Yeah! Be Maverick!” Gordon danced closer, arms flinging in every direction.

Scott sighed. “Gords, you don’t choose your callsign. You’re given it.”

Jeff’s hand landed on his second-youngest’s head, stopping his progress, as he made a show of examining the boys ears. “Nope, no ear plugs left in. That means you definitely heard, and you’re definitely listening, right?”

Gordon sighed. “Right. Don’t get to choose a cool name. Like nicknames.”

Alan stared up at his oldest brother, suddenly anxious. “What if they give you a mean callsign, like – like ‘BoogerFace’?”

Virgil and John snorted, trying to disguise laughs. “From Maverick to BoogerFace in fifteen seconds. I hope you fly better that that, Scott,” John smirked.

Jeff sighed. “Nobody will be allowed to have a callsign like BoogerFace, Alan. There are rules about what is acceptable. That is not.”

He met his eldest son’s gaze. “But, Scott, not every callsign is assigned out of respect. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Did Scott ever understand. Colonel Jeff “Kirk” Tracy had taught him that a very long time ago. Having dreams and ambitions were all well and good. Speaking them out loud wasn’t always a good idea.

Basic training had been gruelling. But Scott Tracy stuck it out.

Basic Flight had been frustrating. He knew the theory. Had been studying it since he was five years old, and the stage one training planes they used were so primitive compared to what Scott had flown at home.

The instructors had been doubly hard on him. His civilian flight training and experience wasn’t considered a benefit here. Quite the opposite. It was “lazy” and “undisciplined”, and one instructor in particular had taken a personal dislike to Scott, based solely on the types of planes he had listed in his civilian log book. “Little rich boy wanting to play ‘Top Gun’,” was probably the nicest thing he had said about him.

Scott had doubled down, working hard on the training, and even harder ignoring the taunts. Some of his classmates had taken their cue from the instructors and gave him a hard time. If there was an applepie bunk, whipped cream shaving cream, custard in boots, you could bet it had happened to Scott Tracy.

It was almost like being home with Gordon.

But that was all over now. They had been tested, graded, and sorted. Some had washed out, others were taken off flight training, and there were those who where assigned transport corps. But Scott had made it. He was going to be a Fighter Pilot.

Few of the guys giving Scott trouble had made it. Even though he hadn’t reported anything, it hadn’t gone unnoticed by the people who mattered. They didn’t fulfil the ‘team work’ requirement. They were history.

The few that had, were those who had recognised Scott for who he was. Respected him for not reacting to the provocation, respected his skills. As he respected theirs.

And now here they were.

The class had been divided into two teams. Attackers and Defenders. Infiltrate, target, and destroy, and get the hell out, verses stop them at all costs.

Scott was an attacker.

It was a virtual fire exercise in restricted airspace, but there were still a million things that could go wrong. The biggest risk was collision, either with terrain or another aircraft in the event of a dogfight.

Scott Tracy focused.

Afterwards, he couldn’t really remember details of what had happened. The attackers had won, some high-risk low-terrain flying had paid off and they were almost on the target before the defenders had realised they were there. A couple of the team had made attempts at the target, before a quiet young man from Alaska had fired, seemingly at random and from an almost ridiculous distance, and destroyed the target.

“Attack team disengage and return home.”

There were more hairy moments, as they fended off the pursuing Defenders, desperate to regain some of their lost honour, but all of the attack team made it across the line to the ‘safe’ zone and were on their way back to base.

Lost in the euphoria of the moment, Scott celebrated with a couple of acrobatic manoeuvres. The response was immediate.

“Tracy. Level flight and return to base. Immediately.”

Chastened, Scott formed back up with his flight and followed them in to land.

With his plane taxied and parked up, Scott removed his helmet and flopped back in the seat, letting the avgas scented breeze waft over him from the open canopy. Oh man, had he fucked up but good.

With no other option but to face the music, Scott trailed his flightmates into the briefing room, and took his accustomed seat.

Their chief instructor, Colonel Rudolph “Valentino” Isa took the lectern, and in typical fashion wasted no words in his assessment of their performance.

Moore was commended for his successful attack on the target.

Garcia, a Texan, was commended for his flight plan into the target.

“Tracy.” Scott squirmed in his seat. “Excellent performance in bound and in combat. Your display on return …” He frowned. “That was the first time. Don’t do it again.”

Scott gulped. “I won’t, sir.”

Debrief went quickly after that. As the flight was dismissed, Colonel Isa spoke again. “Garcia. Moore. Tracy.”

The three pilots quickly formed up in front of the chief instructor.

“Give these instructions to the ground crew. Your planes need new paint jobs.” He handed each men a sheet of paper.

Scott stared. Authorisation for a callsign notation on the planes name tag.

‘Buzzard’.

Scott glanced up, Isa was watching him, a small smile quirking his lips. “So you don’t forget. Dismissed.”

Garcia looked at Scott as they made their exit. “What did you get?”

Scott showed him the paper. “You?”

“‘Pathfinder’,” Garcia visibly swelled with pride.

“‘Sniper’,” Moore offered, pleased. He frowned at Scott’s page. “‘Buzzard’. Huh. What do you think he meant by ‘so you don’t forget’?”

Scott shrugged. “I don’t know.” Isa moved past, almost strolling as he whistled a tune that tickled something at the back of Scott’s brain.

He shrugged mentally. Whatever it meant, it was definitely better than ‘BoogerFace’.

Scott occasionally wondered what Isa had meant. The Colonel often made a point of whistling that tune in Scott’s vicinity, it was always an annoying niggle. He knew that tune, but for the life of him couldn’t remember it.

Jeff had simply smirked when he learned of his son’s callsign and the story behind it, but, despite having served with Isa, refused to enlighten him as to the meaning.

The mysterious meaning of his callsign was quickly forgotten as he went into active duty, then active combat duty when the self-proclaimed Independent Nation of Bereznik went into one of the aggressive phases.

Scott quickly distinguished himself as a pilot on active duty, but his promising career came to a screaming halt as his plane suffered a catastrophic mechanical failure over the wrong line on a map.

That the cause of the failure was later proved to be sabotage by a Bereznikian agent working as a mechanic was small comfort after the eternity of six months in a Bereznikian “POW camp”.

Scott “Buzzard” Tracy left the Air Force via an honourable (medical) discharge, burdened by medals and accolades and memories that would haunt him for the rest of his days.

Scott returned to the skies, growing more confident until his father unveiled his plans for International Rescue. In command of Thunderbird One, he felt more like a phoenix than a buzzard; reborn from the fires of the crashed fighter. Stronger, with a more clearly defined purpose.

He had joined the Air Force simply to fly.

He joined International Rescue to fly with a purpose.

It was a rare quiet day on Tracy Island, Scott was playing chess with Gordon (and losing), when Virgil started playing a tune on the piano that Scott recognised.

“Hey, Virg?”

“Hmm?” Virgil was mostly lost in his music.

“That’s a song, right? I mean, it has words?”

Virgil stopped. “Uh, yeah. It’s pretty old, by Nat ‘King’ Cole. It’s based on one of his father’s favourite folk tales. He was a Baptist minister, and used it for sermons.”

Scott frowned; as Jeff exaggeratedly focused on his paperwork at his desk, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

“How’s the song go, Virg?”

Virgil stared at him, then shrugged. “Fine. Just remember: you asked for it, and there’s a reason I play piano.”

He started over again, this time singing, and as Scott listened to the words of the first verse, his heart sank.

“A buzzard took a monkey

for a ride in the air.

The monkey thought that

everything was on the square.

The buzzard tried to throw

The monkey off of his back.

The monkey grabbed his neck

And said ‘Now listen, Jack’”

“Straighten up and fly right

Straighten up and fly right

Straighten up and fly right

Cool down papa, don’t you blow your top.”

Jeff gave in to laughter as the second verse came around.

“Ain’t no use in diving

What’s the use of diving

Straighten up and fly right,

Cool down papa, don’t you blow your top.”

Captain Scott ‘Buzzard’ Tracy USAF (retired) sighed.

He wasn’t likely to forget.

Notes:

The song is called “Straighten Up and Fly Right”, written by Nat ‘King’ Cole based on one of his father’s favourite folk tales; although I personally prefer the Robbie Williams cover.

I don’t know what made me put two and two together, but it just feels so perfect …

And as for Jeff’s callsign, well, I figure he was always fixated on space, and the Air Force was just a step on the road for him, so what else were they gonna call him?

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the Original Series, the Movies (both Supermarionation and Live Action), or the Thunderbirds Are Go Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbird 1965 #thunderbirds fanfic #my fanfic

[royalass23]

Forbidden Grace: Analogical

Words: 4443

Bottom Lo, Top Vee. Pretty vanilla besides the fact that they have sex in a Forest.

---

Virgil scavenged the streets of their town, the clothes on him tattered and filthy, and becoming far too small and tight for his liking. His feet were bare, as shoes cost too much for a commoner like himself. His stomach rumbled angrily, upset to be left without food for the second day in a row. His last meal was merely an apple, so he couldn't say that was much of a meal really, he couldn't remember when he had such a thing after he ran from home three years ago.

His calloused feet scraped against the ground, but he barely noticed. He had grown used to the rocks and sticks along the road as he searched and roamed. He was eighteen now and works odd jobs around the town, but none were enough to afford a home. He had spent the last of his coins on the apple, as the usual shopkeeper had fallen ill these last few weeks. His son was in charge of the shop, and unfortunately, he wasn't too fond of Virgil, leaving him without a source of income.

As he walked, the noises his stomach made grew louder, especially at the fresh smell of bread one of the vendors had out, selling it off. It smelled divine, and Virgil decided if he wanted to survive, he would need to take what he wanted rather than merely looking in the trash. He stared at the setup for a long while, sweat pooling at his forehead and palms, slowly building the courage. Sucking in a few sharp breaths, he finally bolted towards it and snatched a loaf of bread before booking it down the street.

"HEY! Thief! Thief!"

Virgil didn't look back as he jumped over a small tower of crates, however, his arm was suddenly grabbed, and he was tugged back, his escape plan quickly foiled. His blood ran cold and he thrashed against the rough fingers digging into his forearm, dread flooding his bloodstream as he noticed it wasn't a mere civilian.

It was a guard.

He was fucked.

If there was a guard present that meant-

"Good afternoon commoner," A polite, calm voice greets him. Virgil almost didn't want to look, he didn't want to accept his fate, as he had royally screwed up.

But when he did turn his head, the sight before him did not disappoint because damn was this noble attractive.

The noble in question is Logan Sanders, one of the wealthiest men in their kingdom, besides the royal family that is. He is tall, with combed-back jet black hair and beautiful, royal blue eyes. He is dressed head to toe in wealth, and Virgil couldn't help the heat in his cheeks from pure embarrassment, feeling nude compared to the man.

"You! You thief!" The vendor shrieks as he finally staggers over, sweat dribbling down his large face that was now flushed red. He snatched the loaf from Virgil's hands, glaring at the man before turning to Logan and bowing his head. "Thanks for catching him, m'Lord-"

"Please, no need for thanks," Logan quickly interrupts, sending a glance towards Virgil. "How much for a loaf of bread?"

The vendor crinkled his eyebrows together in slight confusion, and Virgil mirrored his action.

"Um, one copper coin m'lord."

Logan nods and quickly pulls out a small sack of coins, pulling out two gold instead. He gestured for the guard to release Virgil, and he did with no question. Virgil almost ran, but when Logan offered him a gold coin, his jaw fell open in shock.

"Wha-"

"I'll buy you a few loaves of bread as well, come along," He insists, beginning to head back towards the vendor, though, the two men were in shock, their differences seemingly have vanished by the kindness of the noble. Logan paused, waiting for them to overcome their shock, and slowly, they followed along. As the vendor stood behind the many pastries and bread products, Logan handed him the gold coin and gestured towards the selection.

"Please, take what you need until you can require more coins," He urges.

Virgil hesitantly reached for two loaves of bread, slipping them into a tattered bag he kept across his chest, resting on his hip, his grey cloak practically hiding it from plain sight. As for the gold coin, however, he clasped it tightly in his hand, watching as the vendor handed the noble his change.

"Is there anything else you'd like?" He asks courteously, and Virgil finally sucked in a deep breath, finding his voice.

"Why are you doing this?" He blurts out. "I'm a thief," He adds instantly, frowning at the noble.

"You're hungry," Logan defends softly. "Everyone deserves food, just as everyone deserves oxygen. If I were hungry, I'd steal too," He rationalizes.

Virgil frowned and sunk further into his cloak, his bangs covering his face slightly. "Well...thanks."

"You're welcome, but please, allow me to buy you a bag of apples as well," He affirms, leading the commoner towards the stand. While Virgil tensed at the contact of his hand against his back, he didn't mind it as much as he thought he would.

"I...I guess," He reluctantly agrees, watching as the man spends two more copper coins on him, handing him the bag of apples after. Like the bread, he pocketed the apples.

"Thank you..." He murmurs sincerely, and Logan merely nodded.

"You're very welcome, please do be careful, next time you might not be as lucky."

Virgil nods in agreement and fiddles with his cloak.

"Right."

"Farewell," He begins, pausing for a moment, silently asking for his name. Not trusting the noble enough, Virgil bit his lip.

"Anxiety," Virgil says, deciding it was better than disclosing his identity. Logan blinks, before nodding, sensing his distrust.

"Farewell Anxiety, have a good night."

"And to you m'lord..." Virgil mutters, watching as the handsome noble begins walking off.

A little part of him wished he could have stayed.

---

Virgil had spent his coins wisely and had managed to find a minor job for himself. He had a small room to himself within a large cottage that the owner rented out said spaces. He didn't need much, a roof was it. He was growing better at saving and had even managed to buy himself a wool blanket for winter rather than the thin ones provided. His cloak had begun to fall apart, but he had found purple fabric in the trash, a rare color in their kingdom so he figured it must have come from a wealthy home. He sewed it in patches on his cloak and quite enjoyed the style. Finally, he was stable.

He set off towards the forest, as he figured he may find a nice squirrel or rabbit to eat that night, they were allowed to use the stove which was a fun bonus, Virgil missed having a warm meal.

As he ventured off, he felt comforted by the dark and mysterious nature of the forest. It was light out, early in the morning so he had plenty of sunlight peeking through the leaves, but compared to the open town, it was dreary and to most, spooky. Virgil found it enlightening, and continued down a marked path, keeping a sharp dagger he had stolen a week or so ago from a drunk (along with his coins), in his hands, ready to strike whether it be dinner or a predator.

He was beginning to lose hope as he ambled, only to pause as a twig snapped and a low thud was heard. A few leaves of a nearby tree shook and fell from their place, causing Virgil to carefully and quietly begin to creep forward. Judging by the noise, he suspected someone had hit the tree, he was hoping it was a large animal, specifically a deer, but that was unlikely. There aren't many dears around these parts.

Finally, Virgil hid behind a tree, having deemed himself close enough. He could see their shadow, and so, taking the chance, he slowly began peeking his head out.

Only to find the person staring right at him.

He quickly snapped himself behind the tree, his anxiety skyrocketing, along with his breathing.

"Anxiety?" A familiar voice questions hesitantly, and Virgil suddenly pauses, racking his head for who he knew that would call him that.

Crinkling his eyebrows together, he peeked out, far more confidently this time around, his shoulders sagging slightly in relief as he noticed it was only a noble-

Virgil bristled, his eyes going wide.

A noble?! Holy shit and it's the attractive one!

"Good morning my lord," He blurts out without a second thought, hesitantly shuffling out from behind the tree, though, clutched his knife tighter as he noticed a bow lowered in his arms. Logan seemed to notice his reluctance and carefully set his weapon down, his bag of arrows remaining strapped to his back, however.

"I wasn't expecting company," Logan admits, and dare Virgil say he looked embarrassed?

"Me neither my lord-"

"Please," Logan intrudes. "Logan will do," He insists, and Virgil feels his heart flutter.

A lord was allowing him to use his name? Had he suddenly stepped into another universe?

"Logan," He corrects, the name on his tongue tasted delightful. "I was just searching for some kind of animal or something along those lines, I won't bother you any further," He rushed, moving to leave, but Logan frowned.

"Oh? If you'd like you could stay, I would enjoy the company," Logan confesses and Virgil promptly halts, blinking in awe.

"You want me to stay?"

"If you'd like," Logan repeats. "Even though I am a lord, please don't feel pressured to stay if you don't want to."

Virgil pressed his lips together and carefully wrapped his arms around himself. This was an odd experience. In the many scenarios he had come up with, this was not one of the outcomes he had planned for.

"I," He begins, nodding slightly. "I'd enjoy that," He accepts, and Logan nods stiffly.

"As would I."

---

Virgil would be lying if he said that was their last encounter, or that every six days he didn't wander into the forest, silently accompanying the noble. They usually spent their time in comfortable silence, but eventually, their voices lingered in the trees, and they spent their days rambling on about their lives and interests.

Virgil learned a lot about the Noble that he concedes he never thought he would want to know. He discovered about his love for astronomy and science in general, he could ramble on about many facts and tricks he had read in books. Virgil couldn't read or write, which was common for commoners, especially poor ones, so Logan had even begun bringing him quills and books, teaching him to read and write.

Virgil learned a lot, and enjoy their time.

Maybe a bit too much.

After what seemed to be their millionth time meeting up in their spot, Logan began packing his bag of the books he had brought, this time around, he had read to Virgil, an activity that Virgil appreciates greatly. He enjoys sitting with Logan, his head slowly falling onto his shoulder while his peaceful, charming voice wasn't drowned out by the natural sounds of the forest, but didn't drown the sounds out either. It was a perfect mixture of noises that Virgil cherished.

"I enjoy our time together Anxiety," Logan confides, walking along the path with the man. Virgil itched to grab for his hand, but knew two men couldn't hold hands, holding hands is a sign of intimacy after all.

And two men couldn't be intimate.

"Yeah it's cool," Virgil says with a lazy grin, and Logan hummed in response. Naturally, Virgil was more of a listener, which came in handy as Logan enjoyed rambling and informing Virgil of fun, random facts about the earth and galaxy.

However, this visit was different, besides reading, Logan had seemed far quieter than normal, it was off-putting. Regardless, before Virgil could ask about it, Logan suddenly stopped, which lead to Virgil coming to a standstill as well.

"Something wrong?" He asks with a frown. Logan stared at him, and Virgil noticed the hesitancy written on his expression. He pressed his lips together, seeming uncertain and almost...afraid?

"Lo? You good-"

Virgil gasped as Logan suddenly surged forward, capturing his lips against his in a brief kiss, quickly pulling away after, giving Virgil little to no time to react before a look of regret washed over his features.

"Oh, Anxiety, I'm terribly Sorry-"

Virgil didn't know where he managed to find it, but a sudden burst of confidence had him diving forward, locking their lips together again. Logan moaned in appreciation and Virgil staggered forward, which lead to the noble hitting his back against a nearby tree. Unfazed, he cupped Virgil's face and Virgil tangled his fingers in his hair, a feeling of pure hunger rushing through his veins. Their crotches dug into one another, leaving them a mess of moans and pants. They pulled away from their kiss, only to reunite swelling lips.

Pulling away briefly, Logan panted and dove forward, nipping and sucking at Virgil's flesh, their hips continuing to knock against one another desperately. Virgil tilted his head back, pleasure shooting up his spine as arousal clouded the wrong feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew it was wrong. It was wrong to have another man's hands traveling down his towards his ass. It was wrong to moan as he groped at it and kissed at his neck. It was wrong to grind against his crotch. It was wrong to be hard in his only pair of trousers. And it was wrong that he had fallen for the noble.

It was forbidden, but that didn't stop him from pressing the noble further against the tree, picking up the pace. Logan lifted his head and moaned, the sounded so pretty, so Virgil couldn't help himself as he grabbed his waist, fiddling with the string of his pants. Logan rushed to help him, and soon the two were in their underwear, mounting each other, their boners bouncing as they humped each other like desperate chihuahuas, wailing and groaning in unison.

"Anxiety," Logan keened in his ear, and from the sound alone, Virgil slammed his hips against his, earning a low gasp and then a mewl.

"Fu-Fuck! Virgil- Lo call me Virgil," He begs squeezing his eyes shut.

"Virgil-please I-" Logan's voice drifted as his breathing hitched, and with low whines, the sinners came in their underwear, riding their orgasms out together before finally they slouched, panting loudly. Logan's hips bucked mindlessly, the aftershocks of his orgasm everlasting while Virgil's legs felt heavy and ready to give out at any minute.

They were silent as they recovered before finally Virgil carefully peeled himself away. Silently, they lifted their pants above their soiled bridges and stared at one another. Carefully, Logan leaned and pressed a softer kiss than before, it wasn't heated, rather sweet and filled with love.

And God Virgil was addicted.

---

Virgil would be lying if he said that was the last time he went home and had to wash his underwear after seeing Logan. They had grown more intimate, as he now sat in Logan's lap as he read. Sometimes, it evolved into something dirty, with the two eventually cumming against one another, other times, it was just reading, and Virgil admired both.

They kept their relationship secret of course, but it wasn't until one day that Logan showed late did he worry. Every sixth day Virgil showed and every sixth day Logan was already waiting.

But not that day.

It took hours for him to show actually, and when he did, Virgil felt his heart drop drastically at the dull expression on his face. He hadn't brought anything this time, which immediately bothered Virgil, as if his anxiety wasn't high enough.

"Logan? Everything alright?" He questions, carefully standing. Logan was silent, but he made his way over, wrapping his arms around his neck. Virgil tenderly pulled him closer.

"Logan, please, what's wrong?" He murmurs, gently pulling away after a few moments. He watched as his lover sighed and pursed his lips, unable to meet his eyes. He stared at his shoes instead, and finally, Virgil noticed his hands trembling. Taking them in his, he brought them to his lips and Logan barely smiled at the gesture before it fell.

"I am to be betrothed next month."

Virgil blinked.

He blinked again.

And then he pulled away from his hands, shoulders sagged low in despair.

"What?" He asks, his voice cracking, and Logan breathes in heavily, Virgil notices his eyes slowly glossing over.

"My parents, they have picked a wife for me to marry and eventually mate with. I am to be married next month." His voice was nearly as bleak as his expression, and Virgil could feel his heart burning.

"Does this mean..."

"I want to continue to see you," Logan admits. "I enjoy our time together but," Logan pauses. "I will be married."

"I see," Virgil murmurs. Not only would they be breaking the law of homosexuality, but now they had adultery charges. "If we get caught we'll be killed, you know this right?"

"I do," Logan confirms. "I'm alright with that risk if you are."

Virgil bites his lip. A voice in the back of his mind could sense the dangers of their relationship.

But instead, he stepped forward and kissed the man, silently pleading his guilt towards his crime.

The kiss began sweet but soon morphed into pure sin. However, Virgil pulled away, biting his lip.

"I want to go all the way Lo," He declares quietly. His lover's breath hitches, and he presses up against him, running his hand into his hair gently, twisting his head.

"Are you sure?" He asks, and Virgil doesn't hesitate as he nods his head. "I wanna make love to you too Vee," Logan admits, cheeks tinting pink.

"Love?" Virgil asks, and Logan nods.

"Love."

"Never done this," Virgil chokes out. "I don't think I uh," He sputters, shifting slightly. "I don't want you inside me."

Logan nods nonchalantly. "Alright, that's okay, I don't mind," He assures, glancing around. "Where do we..."

"Oh," Virgil mumbles, before getting an idea. He slipped off his cloak and pushed around some leaves and sticks before laying it down. After, Logan blushed and nodded.

"That will suffice."

"Not very romantic," Virgil points out, his tone sheepish. He rubbed at the back of his neck. "But uh, it's not like we can go anywhere else-"

"It's perfect," Logan assures, beginning to fiddle with his clothing. He stripped off his many layers, carefully folding his clothing near a tree before laying on his back, it wasn't the most comfortable position, but he had a feeling once they began he wouldn't care so much.

Virgil couldn't help but stare as Logan laid nude on his cloak, legs slightly spread apart, his cock hard in arousal and his face flushed slightly In humiliation for such a vulnerable position. He was growing self-conscious as Virgil merely stared and tilted his head.

"Virgil, my star, please, come make love to me," Logan begs meekly, and God, how could Virgil say no to that sweet, desperate tone?

The answer?

He couldn't.

Hence the reason his clothes were soon tossed to the side rather than neatly folded. He didn't have an appearance to keep up as Logan did, his clothes were dirty and he went to the river to wash them when he goes to see Logan.

Virgil bent down once naked, his body was far scrawnier than Logan's, but he was eating more, so luckily he had gained weight. Logan on the other hand had beautiful chub on his stomach and thighs. Virgil gently traced his stretch marks, earning little shudders from the others, and then a small glare.

"Virgil," He warns softly, earning a soft snort.

"Yes, my lord," He teases playfully and Logan nearly closes his legs until he finally sucked on his fingers and gently prodded at his entrance. Logan knitted his eyebrows together, squirming uncomfortably as Virgil pressed a single finger against his entrance, circling it slowly.

"How will it-" Logan swallowed. "I don't think-"

"It's like with a lady, " Virgil says, gently pressing the finger against him, spitting on his ass every few moments for lube. Logan grimaced at that but moaned as Virgil pushed a finger in, whining at the slight sting. "Gotta stretch you open."

"I am-" Logan choked on his words, letting out a broken moan as Virgil began thrusting his finger, pulling out momentarily every so often to spit on his finger before pushing it back in. "No lady!" Logan finishes, arching his back beautifully as Virgil presses a second finger against his entrance, working slow and gentle, knowing he had to loosen him.

"I don't know, moan pretty high like one," He teases playfully, gently easing a second finger in. He pauses briefly as Logan's eyes squeezed shut, a low whimper of pain escaping him. "It's okay," He assures, stroking his thigh. "It'll feel good soon."

Logan merely nods, holding his breath as he pushes his second into him fully, howling at the sensation. He couldn't decide if it felt good or not, that is, until Virgil began moving his fingers. Logan gasped loudly as a shock pulsed his insides and he pushed against the fingers, his cock bouncing in interest. Virgil smirked at his actions and propelled his fingers inside him, scissoring his ass to stretch him further. He hoped he was doing well, he had never done this with a man, he had with a woman though. It had been easier because of their natural lubricant, however, he deemed himself alright at this whole stretching business, especially as he saw Logan's lewd expression.

"Lo, I wish you could see your face," Virgil murmurs genuinely, beginning to speed up the pace a bit, smiling as Logan mewled in delight at the change, his legs attempting to spread further apart. "It's so exquisite, like a work of art."

"Virgil-" He moans. "Need you!"

"Almost, I don't wanna hurt you," He insists, gently attempting to add a third. He did have to dip down and stick his tongue inside his hole, but judging by his pretty howl, he didn't mind too much.

After stretching the man, Virgil propped up slightly and leaned forward, his hard cock dangling in front of Logan's long mouth. Immediately, the man latched on, not even having to be told what to do before suckling on his cock. His cock is skinny but lengthy, so Logan made sure to drag his tongue along it, getting a bit of revenge as he did, though, his lover was soon pulling away, his cock pink and dribbling with pre-come and salvia.

"Ready?"

"Ready- please my star fuck me," Logan begs softly, and of course, Virgil complies.

Slowly, he circled his tip against his rim, as if to say he was about to enter before slowly sliding in, groaning lowly as Logan's tight, virgin walls clench around him. He stared at his expression, biting his lip at the sight of his mouth hanging open and eyebrows crinkled together, tears brimming his eyes. He heard a gurgled noise at first, but as he began moving, his moans were as clear as day, and only blared as he sped up, finding a rhythm.

"Oh- Oh!" Logan cries, allowing Virgil to lean down, grabbing his wrist, gently pinning them down. He greedily kissed at his lover, bucking his hips against his, which had the pair moaning and clashing hips over and over.

"God," Virgil moans in his mouth, his cock pulsing and twitching. They weren't gonna last ten minutes. He worked faster, and as result, was graced with more whines and moans, and those only grew and grew when suddenly Logan screamed as Virgil rammed into his prostate. Startled, Virgil came to a stuttering stop, eyes wide.

"Are you okay?" He asks frantically, beginning to pull out, only for Logan to latch onto his shoulders, cheeks bright red as he glared.

"Don't you dare pull out," He commands firmly, though, his voice broke at the end. "Hit that spot again- please my star abuse it, that felt so good!" He whimpers. Relaxing, Virgil nods and pulls his hips back before roughly thrusting forward at the same angle, smiling this time as Logan tossed his head back and wailed, the pattern of noises continuing as he did as he said, abusing the sensitive spot, growing closer.

"Lo, may I fill you up?" Virgil gasps out, thrusting hard and fast. Logan only eagerly moans in response and after only a few more thrusts, the two cry out in unison as their orgasms hit them like a bus. Their hips stuttered, clashing together painfully. They were left panting and moaning on the ground, cocks pulsing and sensitive.

They stayed there for a few minutes, basking in their sweat and pleasure, before Virgil gently pulled out, watched in amazement as his cum leaked out onto his cape and Logan collapsed, exhausted beyond compare. He closed his legs, whining at the odd feeling, and rubbed them together, only to yip as Virgil pushed them apart.

"Virgil!" He complains, unable to lift his head to glare at him. However, his voice grew higher in pitch as Virgil suddenly dug his tongue into him. "Virgil!"

"Gonna clean you out," He explains, gently lapping at his entrance, stroking his ass as he wriggled and whined at the oversensitivity. Tears dripped down his cheeks and he gently ground against his tongue, panting needily. Just as soon as it began, it stopped as Virgil pulled away, ignoring his soft whine. He then scooted Logan over slightly and laid with him, tugging him close. Logan slumped and pressed into him, his breathing slowing.

"Thank you, Virgil," Logan murmurs after a few moments of silence. "I enjoyed that a lot."

"As did I," Virgil admits softly. "I love you, Logan, I hope we can do that again."

"We will," He assures. "Even when I am married you are the only one that I can call my star. You are the holder of my body, heart, and soul."

Virgil smirked and gently gripped his ass, earning a squeak and a squirm. "Especially your body."

"Virgil," He scolds, playfully smacking his chest.

"I know," He teases. "I love you, Lo."

With a sigh, Logan leans against him. "I love you as well."

#18+ only #sanders sides #smut #virgil sanders #logan sanders #royal au #vanilla #its so soft #long post

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What Happened There?: Chap. 6 Trouble Signal

I'm sorry I can't update regularly, classes and life are confusing me a lot...

In this space I want to thank my wonderful cousins ​​for reactivating my muse 💜

And I also want to thank @tanushakyrano for interpreting my ideas and giving me new ones as well! Some of the things written there were written thanks to Cora. 🖤

I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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During this period, he was entering the same hospital as often as he didn't want.

But this time the reason for coming was different.

He continued walking, trying to ignore his throbbing head.

He had knew something was wrong the moment Talia knocked on his door in the middle of the night.

His feelings did not mislead him this time either because she said that the team around the hospital had identified a suspicious person, and the man ran away when he realized he was noticed.

A lot of things went through his mind, things about his sister and brother.

She said they were fine and unaffected by the situation. In fact, after all this, Virgil had texted him that she had woken up for a few minutes.

Talia said Ames hadn't told Virgil yet. She assured him that everything was fine.

Still, he wasn't going to stay stuck in his room and wait for something to happen.

Kyrano had somehow heard everything and said he wanted to see his daughter. No one could blame him.

And Penny said she was coming to talk to security and help Ames.

They were making their way to Kayo's room, with Talia and a security guy assigned to Kyrano behind them.

She was already on a private floor and only certain hospital staff could visit the floor.

He wasn't sure if the precautions were enough, considering that someone was monitoring a hospital that wasn't shared with anyone.

Ames had a frightening expression on her face that he had never seen before.

Next to her, Jeremy looked no different, but Ames had an expression, like Kayo's, that would make you air all your dirty laundry if you were guilty.

This was noticeable even from a distance.

Unlike when they left yesterday, there was more security on the around. And they were all looking at them as if they were going to eat them... had he missed something?

Their gazes didn't change until all of them, including the security guards behind them, scanned their fingerprints on the device in Jeremy's hand, but eventually Jeremy gave them an apologetic look.

They just had to make sure it was really them.

He appreciated this. Especially when those inside don't know what's going on.

"Ames, darling, I want to know the latest situation."

She stole a glance from Penny to her and then to Kyrano.

"Civilian security guards around the hospital found an unconscious cleaning staff in the bushes... They reported that he had a needle mark on his neck."

This was suspicious enough for anyone.

"We started looking for the unconscious man's face on the cameras, assuming he was using face swapping technology. EOS was detecting suspicious behavior in case we predicted it wrong."

He really wondered how the man could have escaped, even with such a heavy security.

"EOS caught the man on camera entering the hospital, but lost track of him a few minutes after one of our team started following him.We are sure that he changed his face again and left the hospital."

And there was probably a team out there looking for him. This was the thin part where Kayo separated International Rescue from security.

He could give direct orders to staff on International Rescue and family matters, but when it went beyond that, Kayo was the boss.

He didn't know how she did it, but even though she was injured and hadn't woken up yet, all security work continued as if she was still here.

"This could have ended in much worse things, Amethyst... How was that unconscious man not noticed before?"

This time her face fell a little.

"It didn't even take 10 seconds for everything to happen, and it happened at a point where the cameras weren't directly watching."

She looked embarrassed and it was obvious that she did not like this excuse. Another similarity with the woman inside. Scott could bet that she was secretly angry with herself, even feel guilty.

"Nothing like this will happen again, Lady Penelope."

"First of all sweetheart, you know this is Penny. Secondly, I know it won't happen again. Now before we talk about deeper topics, we should also talk to Virgil, right?"

Virgil didn't know they came here, or even what happened.

And if what Penny meant by deep topics was why this could happen, Scott had to find a way to get himself invited into this conversation.

Penny had said that she and Ames shared security matters during Kayo's absence, and that she was keeping him away from the subject for his own good.

Even Penny didn't want him to cross that thin line. Still, there was no way Scott was going to miss this.

Someone had surveilled the hospital where his sister was.

Blow it...

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They were all nervous. Nervous might even be an understatement for most in the room.

Someone trying to enter the hospital was cause for enough tension, but Scott suddenly said that it wasn't safe for anyone to stay in the hospital.

Penny was a silent spectator as they argued, and Kyrano had already left the room under the pretext of coffee.

"According to what you said, he couldn't even get close to this floor. And Scott... she's far from okay right now."

His gaze returned to the woman on the bed. Even if it wasn't for the dark bruise on her cheek, the dark circles under her eyes and the pale color of her skin would remind them that she was not well.

And unfortunately, the bruise on her cheek was the least of his worries.

After finding her like that...

Beeeeeeeep...

"Virgil, you said she was awake for a few minutes at night, right? She is strong."

He knew that wasn't an argument that she could leave the hospital. No matter how hard he tried not to show it, everyone was aware of something and his brother was trying to console him.

They weren't there when he found her, nor were they there last night. So he decided to ignore what he said.

"She must stay here until the doctors give her the go ahead, Scott."

"I am sorry, Scott but Virgil is right. And the security measures taken here are not available anywhere else in the world..."

Penny had finally broken her silence. And Scott was more moderate.

"I know I just can't help but worry after what happened... If something happened-"

As Scott turned his full attention to the bed behind Virgil, a small voice came from his right.

When a broken voice similar to the one before was followed by a frown, Virgil was approaching Kayo step by step.

"Kay?"

He wasn't sure if it was a brief wakefulness like last night, but she made a real effort to open her eyes and closed them immediately, her brows still furrowed.

While he was moving forward to block the light coming from her face without thinking, Scott was faster than him and was fiddling with the buttons on the wall to completely cut off the light coming from the window.

"Kay, honey, it's okay." When his brother adjusted the windows so the sun was out of sight, he gently encouraged her to try opening her eyes again. "Can you open your eyes again?"

She was more conscious now than she had woken up during the night, so instead of wiping her tears, he just shook her hand.

He knew how Kayo's mind worked in situations like this, so he wanted to give her space until she got used to it.

"I-"

Her brows furrowed even more as she tried to speak.

Without him noticing, Penny had approached them and was somehow holding a glass of water with a straw in it.

"Would you like some water, sweet heart?"

As she tried to nod her head, a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Slowly okay?"

She couldn't take a sip without frowning further, and he appreciated Penny's handling of the situation.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds, and if her expression hadn't been pained, Virgil might have thought she had fallen back asleep.

Virgil had been alone in the med bay with Kayo long enough to know all the signs of pain. Although he was sure that in this case there was no need to know the signs.

"What- ...happend?"

He was going to avoid answering that question with Scott and Penny in the room. They basically had decided not to tell her everything if she didn't remember what happened. And even though Virgil agreed with that, he didn't want to lie to her.

"Actually, we were hoping you'd tell us that, sweet heart."

That was a pretty smart answer.

Kayo was almost thinking out loud, but the disappointment was evident in her eyes.

"Sorry... I-"

"Hey... It's okay."

Memory loss was something that was expected after head injuries. He just hoped she would remember something soon so they could really find out what was going on. 

They knew that she was resisting the person who did this to her. If she had not resisted, her defensive wounds and head injury would probably never have occurred. Maybe she would... be much worse when Virgil found her.

"Can you tell me how you feel? If you are in too much pain we can call a doctor or nurse."

He definitely didn't want this conversation to continue, so he wanted to direct her perception towards herself.

"I'm- a little cold... I might feel better if you tell me why- it hurts everywhere."

Her speech was not completely fluent, she paused while breathing, and her face showed that she was in pain.

And he had couldn't draw her attention to anything else.

"One word, honey, knife."

"You have two stab wounds, one on your liver and one above your kidneys, and the reason for your epic headache is that you took a good hit."

He could guess what she was thinking in her mind, so he continued.

"There will be no permanent damage, nothing that cannot be resolved with rehabilitation."

Adding that it might take months for her to return didn't seem like a good idea at the moment. She needed to feel comfortable right now.

She had exhausted herself just by talking, so he was trying to think of ways to somehow persuade her to rest.

When he heard the soft sound of the door opening, he realized he had completely forgotten Kyrano was with them. He was a little hopeful because he thought she might be distracted by what was happening.

He had thought she would at least be happy when she saw her father, but Kayo's face took on an expression he never expected when she noticed Kyrano entering.

"Bapa?"

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #lady penelope #kayo kyrano #lenna writes

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Gave Virgil a civilian design, the world’s richest and most well respected mortician might be the grim reaper carrying out his work in secrecy. Taking calls only from Hades.

Yes whatever you think is going on with Virgil and Hades is happening.

#disney #oc #virgil alighieri #ducktales #hades #hades dt #ducktales oc #oc x canon

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lurking in the dark ⇾ kth [M]

↳ written for @jamaisjoons 's happy hentaiween collab

⌁ pairing; bogeyman!taehyung x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre; monster au, s2l, pwp, angst, horror smut, 18+

⌁ word count; 7.5k

⌁ summary; don’t look. it’s best to stay tucked under the covers. folktales warn against acknowledging him. it only strengthens his power. yet, he is all you want to think about.

⌁ warnings; dark themes: mentions and depictions of violence, death, and smoking (cigarettes), mentions and possession of weapons, explicit sex: dom!taehyung, sub!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral (f. receiving), size kink, praise kink, masturbation (f.), degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f.), finger sucking, choking, edging, teasing, biting, manhandling, light breast play, cum play, spit play

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❥ an extremely special thanks to my bestie eva ( @nottodayjjk​ ) for reading through this fic for me in such short notice and easing all my worries. sending you a million hugs and kisses! 💗

❥ happy, happy birthday to the bright light in my otherwise dark life, kim taehyung! you are my sun, stars, and moon 🐻🤍

❂ Nightmare Before Christmas ⁂ hosted by yours truly (professor bee) through @bangtansorciere

⤐ au type: pumpkin king - villains ⤐ themes: monsters/beasts ⤐ kinks: breath play, masturbation, finger sucking, cum play, overstimulation, begging, degradation

Virgil Manor sits on the edge of town square, festering in a dark pocket of superstition and paranoia. A pile of chipped bricks, wood and plaster all glued together to form an irregular, slanted rectangle that looms over Blue Haven. The white paint has faded, turned a murky grey, and shutters have almost rotted from a bright pink to a mouldy green. The rusted metal bars, bolted over the windows, do not make the sight any more appealing.

In 1910, Blue Haven was a trading port, and the mayor insisted on living in a house that was grand enough to look over at the sea. It took three years to build the manor, production briefly interrupted by a wave of civil unrest. Taxes were a pain back then too, the cost of living too expensive, and hunger plagued the little town. Civilians rallied and burned the homes of  the less guarded, easily accessible aristocrats.

Starved and furious, scorned from the fire, a member of the aristocratic Kim family (his name scribbled out of every history book) stormed the Virgil Manor. He’d just heard his little brother’s cries, his mother wailing, pleading for help. He witnessed his father hurry back into the flaming house and the structure explode from the pressure. Motionless, he stood in the woods as the mob moved to the next house. They say the smoke burned his eyes black, poisoned him with a wrath worthy of destroying worlds.

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I may... be slightly embarrassed by this story, but definitely NOT sorry. I had lots of fun writing. The FlashFiction "PORTAL" prompt @janetm74 brought up (https://www.tumblr.com/flashfictionfridayofficial/727887160802410496/stories-are-the-door-to-whole-new-worlds?source=share) was too good to pass up. I typically don't do OCs. I am nearly dialogue-impared and attempts at humor are admittedly not stellar. But hey... we all have that pet sandbox of headcanons about "Next Generation Thunderbirds" or "What if Timetravel", right? I was thoroughly entertained to play in mine with this piece. Hope, you're all somewhat amuzed reading too.

TIMEY-WIMEY

The young man and woman reached for the sidearms in unison, barely stepping through a hissing door, before freezing in wide-eyed wonder. About the same hight, blond, hazel eyes that belied an unmistakable resemblance of fraternal twins, they moved as one. Scott was faster, however, stepping to shield the rest of his brothers, hands thrown up, palms open in a universal gesture of "We mean no harm!" Before he could say a word, however, the young man had already holstered a gun - a glossy futuristic model they never saw GDF carry - and tutted them all to keep quiet. The woman next to him tapped her ear, activating a mic:

- Listen up, everyone! We have a situation! Butterfly effect. Repeat, possible butterfly effect.

They were obviously in some kind of crew quarters or an officer lounge - sleek, clean lines, but comfortable seats in different areas. The space was lived in too - the holo photos on the walls displayed young men and women laughing, hugging, leaning against unfamiliar sleek aircrafts. Some groups contained the pair present - both in civilian clothes and in uniform none of the Tracies could place. It would be fascinating to ponder, except they were supposed to be in a different lounge altogether. In fact, they were - a minute ago. On their own island, going through a mission debrief that was headed into a pleasant family evening all together, even John, once they wrapped up and changed out of uniform. There were no palm trees or the sky outside the huge port windows now. As far as the eye could see the view displayed only the infinite dark and the stars. They were in space.

Virgil and Alan were gawking, stunned by that realization. John was scanning the room for some clues or a comm. Their own comm units were, conspicuously, dead. Scott was still processing the fact that he was effectively shut up by a stranger with a gun. Gordon turned his attention back at the holo pictures on the wall for some suitable intel. Following his eyes movement, the woman by the door tapped a quick command on the wrist and the holos turned off simultaneously.

- Sorry about that. Mandatory Paradox protocol - the fewer details you know the better. 

Five pairs of eyes were trained on her. John found his voice first:

- Paradox protocol?

The blond man shrugged noncommittaly in a manner unnervingly familiar:

- The butterfly effect. You know, Bradbury? How in time travel you can't interact with stuff or it'll change the timeline? Sometimes the Delta-drive gets the timey-wimey all confused and it creates a temporary paradox. Like a portal.

- But no worries! - his, sister (apparently), chimed in, clearly amused. - Our Brain Trust will sort it out and get you out of here in no time. See what I did here?

They shared a Look, sniggered, and high fived.

Of all the details and questions, snowballing around, Alan, for some reason, latched onto the term:

- The Delta-drive? Like the T-drive?

The blond siblings shared a confused look again, before the man answered:

-Yeah, kinda. But at some point B... they ran out of Latin alphabet.

At that moment Scott's indignation and thinly veiled worry breached containment and, fists clenched, he almost screamed:

- Where is HERE?! Who are you?! How did we get here?!!!

Virgil switched his own imploding anxiety from the twinkling unfamiliar stars to a more immediate target and placed a calming hand on his big brother's shoulder.

The young woman rolled her eyes in a manner that too, was unnervingly recognizable, if hard to place:

- In reverse order: 1) We don't know how you got here, but, hopefully, will figure it out soon. You can't stay long. 2) You can't have too much information on who we are, but if it helps - I'm Sally, this is Grant, my twin brother and the bane of my existence (Grant made a point to give her a Look with a dramatic flourish); 3) "Here" is in Oort Cloud, strictly speaking. Welcome to the Lighthouse.

The collective audible gasp was swallowed by another door hissing, at the opposite wall. A group of four walked in - all young, an age bracket indistinguishable from that of the Tracy brothers. Two guys  and two girls. All looking rather disheveled and yawning, eyes bleary from lack of sleep. One of the girls had a screwdriver holding up a messy bun of black hair. A tattatered flannel shirt was wrapped around her waist -  more oil stains and burn marks, than fabric. There were grease stains on her forearm too, over an elaborate wreathe of flowers and wings, tattooed there. The guy walking next to her, dark haired and broad, sported a similar state of attire, except his flannel shirt was on. There was soot smeared on his forehead and cheek, covered in overnight shadow. The taller young man in the party was poking at holograms of some specs on the go, paying little attention to his surroundings. Dark auburn hair was curling every which way, one lock falling on the forhead to his obvious annoyance. He was clad in a cardigan that would have promoted Brains to the fashion icon of the Nerd community. That made three of them looking in disarray. The fourth young woman was rather prim and put together, if pale, looking around stiffly. The gaze of green eyes landed on the Tracy brothers, still standing back to back in the middle of the room, and she froze.

The rest of the newcomers effectively bumped into her, shifting attention to the present party. More audible gasps passed around, from the hosts this time.

Scott took the opportunity to take the initiative again:

- Hi, I'm Scott Tracy, these are my brothers. We're International Rescue...

The flannel clad big guy heaved a sigh, but smiled warmly:

- We know who you are. How? - his question was directed at the blond duo, still guarding the other exit.

- We were kinda hoping you guys will shed some light on that. Timey-wimey is your area.

It was the tall guy's cue to huff in exasperation, a slight accent hard to place:

- For the thousand's time! It's not timey-wimey, it's quantum physics!

- You say tomAIto... - his blond counterpart was grinning sunnily. All Tracies had a distinct feeling they had already witnessed this conversation on multiple occasions.

- Technically, it was the eight hundred seventy fifth time.

All eyes were on the girl speaking, but she just smoothed a non existent wrinkle on a crisp pant leg and clasped her hands awkwardly. John's eyes widened. Gordon's squinted.

- Anyhow... - the bigger man coughed discretely, to switch the conversation back on track. - Nice to meet you! I'm Kip. (Virgil yelped from an unexpected elbow in the ribs from Gordon). Tweedledum and Tweedledee there yonder probably told you we can't volunteer too much information. This is my little sister Kyra (he gestured to the girl with a screwdriver, currently in a hushed conversation with the auburn nerd), that's Lee over there and... Dawn.

The visible stumble in introductions had John squint too, then hitch a breath.

- The Delta-drive is offline after the last... mission. - That was Lee speaking again, surrounded by even more holograms, Dawn at his side sifting through data streams with uncanny speed. - We spent the night cycle rewiring and reconnecting everything manually (that was supported by enthusiastic groans from Kip and Kyra, now busy distributing generous cups of coffee around). - So whatever caused the Paradox is, likely, on their side.

That shifted all gazes in the room back to the Tracies again. In the spotlight, they looked utterly baffled.

Clearly a self-appointed morale officer - Grant supplied a consolation:

- Could be worse, right?

Kip pinched his nose, in a familiar attempt to stave off a headache after an all-nighter with busted equipment:

- Speaking of things getting worse... Where's our Intrepid Leader?

The question was directed at the Twins. It was Sally's turn to shrug:

- We were on perimeter patrol when Phoenix One left. Skye is off planetside for a Joint Chiefs meeting with the World President. The... last mission report and debriefing.

There was a snort from the general direction of the coffee table:

- I'd sell tickets to THAT show. Do we have GDF on standby? International Rescue notified for the possible fallout? Do we even still HAVE a World President?

Another mechanical hiss of the doors was an answer to that. The Twins shifted to attention imperceptibly, as a young woman in black space grade uniform strode in with urgency and determination. Lithe, runway model tall and as beautiful, blue eyes intense and dark in fluorescent light, assessing the scene in fraction of seconds, dark curls sleeked back in a bun.

- As you were.

The next words were directed at Kip and Kyra, still beaming in astonishment:

- I'll let you know that yes, we, in fact, still have a World President. I may not be on speaking terms with the man, but I draw a line at patricide.

Blue eyes glanced over the Tracies, but pointedly didn't linger, directing the unvoiced question at, obviously, the science team of the group - Lee and Dawn. They shifted several holograms her way immediately. There was something harsh about the young commanding officer, a shadow of pain etched in every feature.

Kip gulped down a mouthful of hot coffee:

- I was thinking more along the lines of a heart attack or a stroke. But good to know. Why are you back so soon? Didn't you have a report to deliver?

- I did. I delivered the report, encrypted, for President's eyes only. Then I left.

Grant and Sally whistled in unison as they, apparently, did many things in life:

- Sooooo... how long till the cavalry arrives? And all the king's Thund...

An elbow to the ribs put a halt to Grant's babbling, just as Gordon sported a cartoonish light bulb expression - jaw dropping and all. The confused gargle at the back of his throat was, however, muffled by John's palm over his mouth. Scott stood uncharacteristically still, thunderstruck.

Kyra broke the precarious moment with a splash of another helping of coffee (third since they arrived) into the mug:

- No need to worry. We're all due at the Met tonight for Lucy's recital anyway. We're gonna get the full dressing down there. That's including Gramps. We're gonna get such an earful from... everyone - we might not hear her sing.

In that moment Lee punched the air and released what could only be described as a war cry:

- That's it! The recital! That's what triggered the Paradox!

The Tracies were mostly reduced to speechless perplexity by that point, but Virgil couldn't let that one go, brows furrowing:

- How can music trigger time travel?

Lee rolled his eyes again in a gesture that had Alan inch closer to the light bulb moment too. Kip took it upon himself to be the pillar of patience (maybe not for the first time in present company) and explained:

- Music doesn't trigger time travel. Space-time context does. You're all here. And you're all due to be present at one of my sister's recital at the Metropolitan Opera tonight. It's a memorial concert, the World President will be in attendance. Well, not the you you, but the other you. The today you. Does it make sense?

A cacophony of "no"s in all Tracy voices filled the room. Gordon chimed in, voicing general confusion:

- Why would we ALL attend with the President? And how many sisters do you have?

- As... International Rescue you're guests of honor and four. Val is a lead neurosurgeon at Tracy Memorial, Casey is currently Deputy Chief of Communications at the World President Office, Kyra here, is, obviously, an engineer of the Lighthouse, and the eldest one, Lucy, is a world class opera singer, mezzo soprano. Does that answer your question?

Gordon squinted again, not willing to let the bone go:

- Why are you attending then? You guests of honor too?

Kyra stepped forth, pointing at the mourning tattoo on her arm:

- It's a memorial recital for one of our own. We lost...Commander Skye's brother in an... experimental equipment test. A Cognitive drive malfunction. It is his birthday.

The Commander in question landed her scrutiny, finally, from the holograms and formulas back on the Tracies, deep in thought. Then to Lee again:

- This doesn't add up. There are all five of them pulled in by the Paradox. Only four would be present tonight.

This time the Tracies erupted in a more than worried "why"s.

Dawn, mostly quiet heretofore and engrossed in the datastream, spoke up:

- This may explain it. A dispatch from orbital patrol is just in: USS ZXL CJT made a Delta-drive jump back into the solar system.

Gasps of surprise were summarized by Skye's hoarse wisper:

- What happened? They were not due back another three years! Not after what happened to J... (under her breath). Can you rise the Captain?

- Negative. Not from this range.

Lee clicked his fingers and pumped the air again:

- That's our trigger! We'll have to jump the Lighthouse from Oort Cloud back to Earth now, to investigate. That's how the Paradox would assemble!

Alan snapped his head from one person talking to the other and finally burst out a question:

- What's ZXL CJT?

Dawn paused, seemingly, choosing words. Skye, suddenly grim and somber, gave her a slight nod to proceed:

- A Zero-XL class deep space recon and rescue vehicle "Colonel Jeff Tracy". Captain on board - Alan Sheppard Tracy.

#thunderbirds are go #methinks i have astronomy #scott tracy #scott tracy needs a hug #thunderbirds 2015 #my fic #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #alan tracy #john tracy #lots of thinly veiled oc's #time travel #philosophy disguised as quantum physics #i have an idea what this is all about but i'm never summoning this much courage to write it out #next generation thunderbirds #portal #runs for cover #i can't write dialogue to save my life #i can't write original characters to save my life #if they dabble in FTL it's a matter of time before T-drive evolves

[shirubie]

Thunderbirds are Go: Miraculous AU Master Post

2024-01-02: A little update for the new year! Kayo’s section is now complete, you can find it completely at the bottom. 

I’ve had fun doing research on Alchemy to build up my AU’s lore, since I decided that my Miraculous set would have an origin based on alchemy instead of just using classic elements. I should have a post about my original Bad Guys (a group of Alchemists who want the Miraculous to do the world conquering thing) very soon.

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So, I’ve been working on and off on this AU concept for a while, pushed it aside a few times and almost completely abandonned it, but the concept is just so anchored in my brain that I just keep going back to it and working out more and more details and ideas. No fanfics have been produced yet but I’m hoping a story might happen eventually.

I’ll be using this post to organize my ideas. I want to rework the Miraculous magic system a bit and develop the lore more. My Miraculous items have powers based on concepts like in the show, but I’ve also given each an associated natural element, because I’m lazy to come up with superpowers, and because the elements seemed to fit the Tracy brothers well.

I know that the TAG and Miraculous fandoms don’t overlap much, but I would love to hear your opinions on this.

If my ideas inspire you to write your own fic or do some art, you have my full permission to do so. Just don’t forget to send me a link so I can check them out! ^_^

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AU Related art:

- Kwamis group - Stormhawk and Black Swan (Scayo) - Miraculous logos - Commander Bug (Scott with Ladybug Miraculous) - Sketch: Green Claw (Virgil with Black Cat Miraculous)

AU Related posts:

- Plot bunny about Brains

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Summary:

After the Zero-X tragedy, Colonel Casey has no choice but to shut down International Rescue for good. She simply cannot risk Jeff Tracy's sons suffering a similar fate as their father.

Five years have now passed and the Tracys have all returned to civilian lives and mundane jobs, moving on and slowly drifting away from each other. But helping people has always been the Tracy brothers' true calling. That’s why each are given by a mysterious Guardian a magical artifact called a Miraculous and told to use them for good.

But evil forces want to find the Miraculous and use them to control the world. To prevent this, the Tracys will have to unite and become the heroes they were always meant to be.

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Stormhawk

Civilian name: Scott Tracy Miraculous: Thunderbird Item: necklace Concept: Acceleration Element: Wind Weapon: Grappling Hook Gun

Previous wielders: Windrunner, Captain Thunder Abilities:

- Enhanced physical speed and reflexes - Gliding (wingsuit) - Limited wind manipulation

Attack:

- Tornado: creates a funnel of wind that can blow away objects or slow down someone's fall. This attack will not work under water or in space, as there is no air to manipulate.

Transformation: "Zapp! Updraft!" / "Zapp, Downdraft."

Info:

Stormhawk uses his agility, speed and an occasional boost from his wind control powers to perform incredible acrobatic stunts, swinging or gliding between buildings to reach the danger zone fast and assess the situation.

After a few misunderstandings and frictions with his new teammates, Stormhawk proved himself to be a competent leader, able to strategize and make split second decisions.

Kwami name: Zapp Kwami personality: Zapp is a bossy little drill sergeant who wants to turn Scott into the greatest superhero ever, whether Scott likes it or not. He's impatient and pushy, seemingly more interested in his wielder's superhero exploits than their well-being.

Kwami Favorite Food: Popcorn

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Titan

Civilian name: Virgil Tracy Miraculous: Roc Item: Belt buckle Concept: Demolition Element: Earth Weapon: Shield

Previous wielders: Colossus

Abilities:

- Super strength - Vibration detection - Limited earth manipulation

Attack:

- Tremor: Creates a shockwave that will shatter almost any kind of solid material. Works best against rock like materials like concrete, works the least against wood and other bendable matter. The complete effects of this attack are hard to predict. Transformation: "Bronnz! Move Mountains!"

Info:

The Roc Miraculous grants its wielder incredible physical strength and the power to destroy any obstacle in their way, but the gentle Titan would be the last person who would want to use this power. He is fully aware of the damage his Miraculous could cause and only uses his full power as a last resort.

Titan might seem intimidating at first glance, but he’s a down-to-Earth (hehe) guy with a big heart who just wants to help people.

Kwami name: Bronnz Kwami personality: Bronnz is shy and nerdy and fascinated by modern technology. He likes to take things apart to see how they work but is not very good at putting them back together.

Kwami Favorite Food: Brownies

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Nightwatch

Civilian name: John Tracy Miraculous: Owl Item: Ring Concept: Perception Element: Night/Darkness Weapon: Telescope

Previous wielders: Ghost Owl

Abilities:

- Night vision & enhanced hearing - Camouflage - Limited shadow manipulation

Attack:

-Blackout: creates a sphere of total darkness and silence over a limited area, only the Miraculous user will be able to see and hear inside it.

Transformation: " Nyctti, Nightfall!" / "Nyctti, Daybreak."

Info:

What the owl Miraculous lacks in offensive capabilities, it makes up in stealth. Over the centuries, it was often used by spies but sometimes fell into the hands of criminals.

Nightwatch rarely engages in rescues, gathering information and guiding his teammates from the sidelines, while also trying to unravel the mystery of who chose them to wield the Miraculous and why.  

Kwami name: Nyctti Kwami personality: Nyctti can be an annoying know-it-all who always thinks she’s the smartest person in the room. Fortunately, John is more than smart enough to keep up with her and earn her respect. Nyctti also has a habit of falling asleep randomly during the day, since owls are nocturnal and all.

Kwami Favorite Food: Sesame Bagel

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AntarctiKing

Civilian name: Gordon Tracy Miraculous: Penguin Item: Ankle bracelet Concept: Adaptation Element: water/ice Weapon: Harpoon

Previous wielders: Kororā (maori word for the Little penguin)

Abilities:

- Enhanced swimming ability - Resistance to the cold - Limited water manipulation  

Attack:

- Frostbite: creates ice spikes or similar simple constructs of different sizes according to the user's will.

Transformation: "Tchill, High Tide!" / "Tchill, Low Tide."

Info:

It's hard to take a penguin theme superhero seriously but Antarctiking should not be underestimated. His water and ice powers can be the most versatile of the Miraculous, to be used in many offensive and defensive ways.

Laid back and cheerful, AntarctiKing can give the impression that he doesn't take being a superhero seriously, but nothing could be further from the truth. He will not hesitate to push himself to his limits to help someone in need.

Kwami name: Tchill Kwami personality: Tchill is the go-with-the-flow type who never worries about anything. He also hates heat and likes to sleep in the freezer.

Kwami Favorite Food: Anchovies

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Fireflash

Civilian name: Alan Tracy Miraculous: Phoenix Item: ear cuff Concept: Combustion Element: Fire Weapon: Ax

Previous wielders: Fire Angel

Abilities:

- Fire Immunity - Limited fire Manipulation

Note: Like the Ladybug Miraculous can counteract the Butterfly's powers, it is rumored that the Phoenix has a secret ability that can cancel the Owl's powers (Foreshadowing? Me? Of course not ;).

Attack:

-Blaze: this attack will surround the user's body with fire, turning them into a human torch. The flames can also be manipulated to propel the user in the air and fly for limited distances.

Transformation: "Sparkk! Ignite!" / "Sparkk, Burn Out."

Info:

The Miraculous were never supposed to be used by children, but the guardian took the risk of giving one to the youngest Tracy brother. Had Jeff Tracy been still alive, the Miraculous would have gone to him instead.

Fire is the hardest element to control but Fireflash seems to have natural talent with it and an instinctive understanding of the magic of the Miraculous. He forms a deep bond with his Kwami.

Kwami name: Sparkk Kwami personality: Sparkk is a little cinnamon roll, a real concentrated ray of sunshine who’s always there to cheer Alan up when he feels down. His Miraculous has unfortunately been involved in wars in the past and with each new wielder he is afraid of being used to cause harm.

Kwami Favorite Food: Snickerdoodle cookies

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Black Swan

Civilian name: Tanusha “Kayo” Kyrano Miraculous: Black Swan Item: Brooch Concept: Transmutation Element: Prima Materia Weapon: Whip

Previous wielders: Alchimia

Abilities:

- Boosting other Miraculous powers.

Attack:

-Swan Song: Allows to transmute one element into another.

Transformation: "Oodil, Join the dance!" / “Oodil, Take a bow.”

Info: The Black Swan Miraculous is an anomaly that should not exist. It was the result of an attempt to create the Philosopher’s Stone using the Elemental Miraculous. It has very little power by itself, but combined with the other Miraculous, it can grant almost limitless power to reshape the world.

Kayo was not given the Black Swan by the Guardian (her father Kyrano), but she could not stand by while her brothers were in danger. She took the Miraculous and uses it to help the heroes from the shadows, while trying to find whoever is behind the suspicious events and accidents happening around the city.

Kwami Name: Oodil Kwami personality: Oodil appears to be mute, communicating mostly by body language. She has a calm and childlike personality in general, but will not hesitate to attack if her holder is threatened (careful, she bites). Kayo and her have been friends since Kayo’s childhood, when her father became the Miraculous Guardian.

Kwami Favorite Food: Black Licorice

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #thunderbirds fanart #thunderbirds au #miraculous au

[loopstagirl]

Firefighting

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 202: The Devil You Forgot. Words: 1000

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“It won’t. You have my word.”

“Very well. Dismissed.”

It took effort not to salute his father (unironically) before walking out. Gordon left the infirmary, hating that the debriefing had to take place in there. But no one wanted to leave Virgil, despite him still sedated against the pain of the burns.

Gordon didn’t want to leave, either. But there was something he had to do.

He moved with purpose, taking the stairs two at a time. He rapped once on Alan’s door then barged in without waiting for a response.

“Gordon!” Alan’s tone was too high, too eager. At least he wasn’t completely oblivious.

Gordon ignored him. “Tin-Tin, honey, can we have a minute?”

“She can stay.”

“It’s okay.” Tin-Tin glanced between the two brothers. “You look like you need to talk.”

As she moved, Gordon winked at her. “Loving the new parting by the way, suits you.”

“Thank you.” Tin-Tin smiled at him, but the look she shot Alan showed it wasn’t only Gordon he was in trouble with.

“I said something looked different,” Alan protested. But Tin-Tin left, closing the door behind her.

“So-,”

“Why did I just cover for you?” All the levity had gone from Gordon’s voice. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t tell Dad and Scott what really happened out there; why Virgil is in the infirmary.”

Alan went pale. “How is he?”

“3rd degree burns, Alan. How’d you think? Brains has him sedated for now.”

Alan sat down on his bed; hands clasped between his knees. He’d gone pale, but Gordon was in no mood to comfort him.

“You need to see him.”

“I can’t,” Alan muttered. “I can’t face him.”

“Deal with it. I covered for you with command, but you owe Virgil an apology. And why, exactly, did I even need to cover for you? You were on the rota to check the foam levels.”

“I did.” Alan deflated under Gordon’s glare. “I thought I did. I guess I just… forgot.”

“Forgot? The devil you forgot! Distracted, more like.”

Alan flushed. Gordon wondered how many shades his brother would go through before this conversation was over.

“I thought I’d done it!”

“No. You thought you’d skimp on it, sneak off with Tin-Tin and hope we didn’t get a rescue needing the equipment. But we did get a rescue, Al. One you didn’t even go on!”

The fires had raged hot and fierce. Gordon had joined Virgil and Scott on the ground, tackling some by hand while Virgil had taken the FireFly further in to reach trapped survivors. He was almost there when the foam had run out. It shouldn’t have done; it should have had twice as much in the tank.

But Virgil, being the heroic idiot that he was (and clearly having spent too much time around Scott), decided it didn’t matter he was in the worst of it. He’d got out, grabbed nothing more than a glorified fire extinguisher, and gone in on foot.

He’d rescued the trapped civilians. He’d got them back to the FireFly.

That was it.

Scott had ordered Gordon to use the cannon on Two to douse the rest. They hadn’t previously – too much of a risk for the trapped survivors. But it didn’t matter anymore. They trusted the FireFly could pick up where it’d failed before, and keep Virgil safe.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not me you have to say it to,” Gordon snapped. Before he could stop himself, he’d sunk on his brother’s bed, lying back. He was exhausted.

Coming home, he’d put Two on autopilot so he could be with Virgil. But it’d still been stressful, and a relief when his father and Brains had appeared.

“Why did you cover for me?” Alan asked quietly. “You could’ve told Scott.”

“Bro-code, Alan,” Gordon muttered. “Since when have we grassed each other up?”

For their entire lives, they’d been covering for each other. But Gordon propped himself on his elbows.

“But I’m not doing it again. Not for this.” He meant it. Pranks were one thing. Alan being distracted this time could’ve cost their brother his life. “You’ve gotta grow up, kid.”

“Contradiction,” Alan said, with an attempt at a smile. Gordon rolled his eyes.

“C’mere.” He held out an arm. Alan smiled, going in for a hug, then yelped when Gordon pulled him into a headlock instead, digging his knuckles into the younger man’s scalp.

As he shoved Alan away, his little brother looked at him.

“Are we okay?”

“Apologise to Virgil,” Gordon said, “then we’ll be okay.”

Heck knew he could never stay mad at his kid brother.

-x-

Back in the infirmary, Jeff looked at his eldest son. Scott wouldn’t leave Virgil’s side until his brother could come as well. There was going to be a long battle ahead of him to wrangle his boys. But he didn’t care. As long as they could get Virgil back on his feet, that’s all that mattered.

He cleared his throat softly until Scott looked up.

“Gordon.”

“What about him?”

“He’s covering for Alan, isn’t he?”

He’d guessed as soon as Gordon had made his report. If he’d truly been responsible, he wouldn’t have been standing to attention. He would’ve been as close to Virgil as he could get.

But he also knew Scott knew it. There was no way his Field Commander would’ve listened in silence if he truly thought Gordon was to blame.

“Yeah,” Scott said, his tone heavy. “It’s what those two do.”

“Go easy on him.”

“On Alan? Look what he’s done.”

“No,” Jeff smiled. “On Gordon, for lying. You boys are too loyal to each other.”

He looked at Scott, almost on top of Virgil’s bed to be there for his brother, and smiled. He was furious with his youngest, but proud of his fourth-born. It took a lot to hold onto that kind of loyalty when this was the outcome.

Alan may have a way to go. But Gordon had grown up.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #gordon tracy #alan tracy #jeff tracy #scott tracy #flash fiction friday #the devil you forgot

[sophiesjunkblog]

Idea - Sanders Sides "Psych" (2006) AU

Janus - Lassiter

Juliet - Patton

Vick - Virgil

Woody - Remus

Now, I know you're wondering who would be Shawn and Gus, as they are the main characters. I say to you, the roles are shared by Logan and Roman. I'll use a version of the first episode as an example:

Logan and Roman are hanging out, talking, when Logan makes a quick call to the police station with an anonymous tip. Janus, who is on the other end, realizes that this number has called in a suspicious amount of anonymous tips, and requests for the caller to come to the station. Logan, confused, goes, and Roman comes with him.

When they get there, Janus accuses Logan of being a criminal, and Roman quickly covers for him by saying he's psychic. The two of them have a typically comical argument about this when Janus goes to get his partner, as Logan doesn't believe in psychics and resents being associated with them; Roman resents Logan apparently preferring to be arrested.

When Janus comes back with Patton, Logan is resigned to keeping up the charade until they can be released. Patton, of course, is incredibly excited about meeting a "real psychic", and his support bolsters Roman to start making more and more claims about Logan's "prodigious abilities", until Patton exclaims that maybe the psychic can help them with a case they're stuck on. Roman (enthusiastically) and Logan (hesitantly) agree, and as they work on the case, Virgil shows up, asking why there are civilians on their investigation.

Janus starts in on how he didn't want them and still thinks they should arrest them, but he is drowned out by Roman and Patton explaining that the psychic and his "assistant" are being consulted on the case. Virgil is about to order them off (and possibly to be detained) when Logan, who was not paying any attention to the argument, interrupts with the most promising lead thus far, so Virgil relents, but parts by saying they are still being held under suspicion.

The episode continues, and Logan and Roman solve the case (with Logan providing the near-photographic memory and precision, as well as most of the worry over continually lying to the police, while Roman provides the classic Shawn charisma, easily imagined half-truths, and cavalier attitude toward the rules). After a bit, they meet Remus, the extremely weird but somehow eerily competent coroner!

Janus continues to not believe a word the dynamic duo say, but infuriatingly can't hold on to a shred of evidence, while Patton seems to trust them implicitly. Virgil lets the two pseudo-detectives become regular consultants (especially after Roman sets them up a mostly legitimate business), but is still delightfully snarky and skeptical (whether he actually believes all that "psychic" racket is yet to be seen).

Other than this, who knows!

Is Thomas Shawn's dad?

How does Juliet's brother figure into this?

Mr. Yang? (And, come to think of that, Mary Lightly?)

Despereaux?

I surely don't have a clue. It's your problem now.

#sanders sides #sanders sides au #logan sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #logic sanders #creativity sanders #deceit sanders #morality sanders #anxiety sanders #creativitwins #i mean #they aren't exactly related #but i still like to think they meet up eventually and proceed to get on like a house on fire #maybe they are related #and remus just forgot to tell roman that his #'awesome new job with dead people' #led him to Santa Barbara #or wherever they live in this world #maybe it's still florida #but #again #not my problem now #:)