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edutainer2022 · 8 days

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UNREQUITED

Co-written with @janetm74

As you may remember, there's a series of pieces on Scott and Kayo being idiots shadow-dancing with some complicated feelings and inhibitions, and baggage, that came to pass due to the incredible contribution of the amazing @janetm74. And now it's taking a more coherent shape as a uniform story! Some chapters you've seen already, some have never been published. There are no words to express how excited and grateful I am it's happening and moving forward (albeit in an angsty direction, so far).

The whole story as it progresses is now up on AO3.

Previous bits in order can be found here:

Ch 1 (blue like she'd never known)

Ch 2

Ch 3 (hurt like this)

Ch 4

CHAPTER 5

(accustomed to misfit)

It was extremely rare that they sparred. Virgil preferred heavy lifting to tatami for keeping his field game up. But he specifically requested a training session for that morning. It was her job to keep them all in shape and defense-ready, among other things. Although, she had a pretty good idea Virgil's motives were far from pure. Just like his poker face was far from perfect.

She flew in late the night before. Technically, the next day was her personal downtime, but she didn't feel comfortable leaving the island unattended for the night. Leaving them all unprotected. Leaving HIM alone with the shadows.

The date was nice. Wayne was nice. She really enjoyed his company. When not stuck up by regulations - his jokes were half decent. He had field stories in abundance she soaked in like a sponge - chases, investigations, cover-ops. He saw her interest and delivered. Wayne SAW her. She let the kiss last. They agreed on a second date, their respective schedules permitting.

She half-expected, half-dreaded to walk in on the Commander pulling an all-nighter with reports. Maybe half-hoped too, just a little. She didn't know what she'd see in his eyes. The exuberant enthusiasm he'd displayed so far made her blood run cold and her heart keen. But the dark lounge was empty.

She curled in a ball in the scolding shower, once in her room, and bawled her eyes out, like a love-sick little girl she'd never been. Not exactly a reaction she'd expect after the first decent date she'd had since college. It wasn't fair to Wayne. It wasn't fair to herself. Unrequited love wasn't ever fair. So she promised herself she wouldn't BE that girl. EVER.

And now she was sparring with Virgil. Sweetest, kindest Virgil, who cared for her. Who wanted what was best for her, like they all did. She made no mistake - Virgil cared for her, but he loved his big brother like he was air. She understood the feeling. That's why she agreed to a second date with Wayne. To allow herself no way back.

"Do you like Rigby?"

She was atacking, Virgil was parrying. She was backing him into a corner, but it felt the other way around. She doubled down on speed and force.

"He's okay."

"You deserve more than okay, Kayo."

Virgil danced away from her reach and left her in the corner, all of a sudden. She saw red. Unforgivable, as his trainer. Understandable, as his sister. If only Virgil knew, what he was saying!

"Is that so?"

Cross-cut, block, block. She took a swing, Virgil evaded.

"What DO I deserve, then? To be invisible?"

Another swing. Undercut.

"To be a shadow?!"

Roundhouse kick.

"To never be loved back?!!"

She was breathless from shouting, or from exhaustion. Virgil stopped at some point, not heeding the hits she was raining, but Kayo didn't even notice. Strong, safe arms closed the embrace, while she was still raging and raving, and just held her. The shooshing noises enveloped her senses as there was no more voice left in her tears. Kayo broke her own promise and wept.

#thunderbirds are go #pairing: scott/kayo #kayo kyrano #virgil tracy #virgil tracy didn’t subscribe to this #wayne rigby gets mentioned #scott tracy needs a cuff up his head #my fic #thunderbirds 2015 #janetm74 #methinks i have astronomy

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hebuiltfive · 3 months

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30 gentle prompts

13: "Lean on me."

John

Hellooooo! Thank you for the ask! This one fought me hard so I hope it reads okay and that it (kind of) fits the prompt!

(#13: Lean On Me from 30 Gentle Prompts)

Poolside

The pastels of dawn finally broke and gave way to the rising sun. Warm golden rays were cast down onto the island and, in the distance, above the crashing of the waves below, distinctive chatter of seabirds filled the morning air.

Having been so used to the silent solitude of orbit, by the cacophony of singing birds had woken John up early than usual.

Not that he was complaining. One of the only things he missed about being earth-side was being one with nature.

For a while, John remained laying in bed. With his eyelids closed, he listened to the symphony that was being played beyond his window in contentment. He could have stayed there all day but he eventually grew restless and pulled himself out from under his sheets.

So used to suiting up at a moment’s notice for his work, it took John very little time to get ready for the day. He was dressed and presentable within minutes. Before he left the solitude of his room, he grabbed one of his cameras; if he was up this early, he might as well take the opportunity to shoot some shots.

He traipsed down to the kitchen, being as quiet as his stumbling legs would allow him to be so he wouldn’t wake the rest of his family. A couple of his brothers, he knew, would already have been awake, but the rest of the household deserved all the rest they could get. It had been a difficult week readjusting Dad back into life back on Earth. The break they had requested from the GDF — or rather had asserted the organisation was going to be taking — had been desperately needed.

John’s idea had been to grab a quick morning snack before heading out onto the peaks but, as he entered the kitchen and noticed the small figure sitting alone on the edge of the pool, John’s plan quickly changed.

He abandoned the idea of breakfast and stepped out onto the cool concrete of the patio. If the sun hadn’t yet risen and the darkness of night had still been reigning supreme, John might have mistaken him for Gordon. But, as the golden rays shone down onto Alan, they made him look like the kid he still barely was.

John quietly stood beside him. “Are you normally up this early?”

Alan, who had his pyjama bottoms rolled up to his knees so his feet could be dipped into the pool, gently shook his head. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Many-a-time had John struggled to wake Alan up, even during one of his naps in the middle of the day. When the kid was out, he was out, so the easy confession made John’s instincts kick in.

Alan not being able to sleep wasn’t normal.

Worried, but determined not to show it, John casually sat himself down beside Alan. His jean cuffs were rolled up to match his little brother’s so he too could dip his feet into the pool.

“Jesus, Alan! This water is freezing!”

“Sun hasn’t warmed it up yet.”

“That’s why the pool has a heating system, you know?”

Alan shrugged. “Seemed like a waste to put it on if it was just my feet in there. It’s okay, they’ve got used to the temperature now.”

Pulling himself back up to stand, John huffed. He didn’t want to calculate how long that meant Alan had been out there. He walked over to the controls, set the pool heater to a sensible temperature, and then made his way back to his brother. When he sat himself back down, he crossed his legs and avoided touching the pool until the water had warmed up.

“What kept you awake?”

Again, Alan shrugged. “Dunno.”

“Nightmares?” John carefully probed. It wouldn’t have been the first time Alan had suffered from night terrors.

To his initial relief, Alan shook his head. His lack of a further verbal response, however, had John still worrying.

Trust me, he thought to himself. Let me in, Allie.

He cast a glance over. Sometimes it was easy to forget how young Alan was. Their work with International Rescue had all of them pulling crazy stunts and impossible feats, and Alan made it all look so easy. Sometimes they were all guilty of forgetting that Alan was still technically just a kid. Recently graduating high school didn’t change any of that over-night.

John’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not worrying about college, are you?”

He had thought the idea had been ridiculous to even suggest. This was Alan he was talking to. The kid would not only get the best pick of schools but he was also incredibly capable of doing anything he set his mind to.

The way Alan froze at his question, however, seemed to suggest that John had accidentally hit the nail on the head.

“Really? You know you have nothing to worry about there.” John continued, but when his brother still didn’t give him an answer, he coaxed, “Alan, come on. Talk to me. What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

For a moment, John wasn’t sure whether Alan was going to say anything ever again. His blue eyes were fixed on a lone canary coloured float that was drifting at the far end of the pool.

“Nothing’s going— My mind isn’t— I’m just…” Alan sighed deeply, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “I don’t know.”

“That’s useful.”

John’s dry sarcasm was unusually welcomed by his younger brother, who cracked a small smile.

“Is it about choosing the college? Or the major? Or about making friends? Because, you do know that you will excel at all of that, regardless of anything that’s thrown in your way, right?”

Alan’s head shook. “No. No, it’s none of that.”

“Then what is it? Surely nothing is worse than those things. Are you worried about living away from home? Or—”

“It’s Dad.”

John stopped mid-sentence and watched as his brother inhaled sharply.

“Dad?”

Alan’s fingers picked nervously at the hem of his pyjama shirt. A thread that had come loose was in danger of being completely pulled out. “Well, not Dad himself… It’s my… I don’t know. Maybe it is…”

Without checking the temperature, John dangled his legs over the edge of the pool once again so he could more easily shuffle closer to his younger brother. He was thankful the water had begun to heat up nicely so his feet didn’t freeze this time around. John placed his camera down beside him and gently took Alan’s hands in his in a feeble attempt to save the pyjama top from further destruction.

“Having Dad home is great, that’s not what I’m trying to say, by the way.” Alan quickly blurted out. “But, up until now, he was always, like, a figment of my imagination. He wasn’t real. There was no-one that I needed to impress, you know? I mean, other than Scott but… Scotty’s different. Dad’s… Dad.”

“Alan, you don’t need to worry about impressing him.”

“You don’t get it.”

“As the middle child of four impressive brothers, I think I do.” John attempted a soft smile, but Alan didn’t seem to notice.

“Try being the youngest of four impressive brothers.” He sighed again. “That’s not the point, though. Dad being back… I always dreamed of that day, no matter how impossible it seemed, and now that it’s happened and it’s real… I don’t know. Living up to whatever it is he’s hoped for us is kind of… scary?”

John wrapped an arm around Alan’s shoulders, but his brother remained as stiff as a rod. Softly, he attempted to pull him closer, but Alan shook him off.

He stood up, splashing John as his feet snapped out of the water with haste. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t pick up bad habits from Scott.”

“But I am, okay? I don’t need to be hugged or coddled, I just need to… I just need to grow up.”

The assertion had John stumped for a moment. Whilst Alan had been the youngest of them all, never had he shows signs of immaturity when it mattered. In some ways, John grieved the fact that Alan was never able to experience a normal childhood as he and his two older brothers had done. Even Gordon had received a semblance of normality before they’d all uprooted and moved to the island. Alan had been “grown up” for a far longer amount of time than he should have been.

“Don’t say that.”

“What, the truth?”

“Alan…”

With less speed than his brother, John lifted his feet from the pool and stood himself up too.

“What if I’m not good enough, Johnny?” Alan’s voice broke, his face contorted to try and keep the tears at bay. “What if I’m a disappointment to Dad?”

“You’re not going to be.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yeah, I do. You want to know why?”

Alan seemed unsure as to whether he should have allowed John to continue. He fidgeted, swaying from one leg to the other as his fingers pulled at that single thread of his shirt once again.

John didn’t wait for Alan to offer up an answer. He knew that an answer wasn’t going to be in the cards. “I know because of all the things I’ve seen you do, Alan. You say that you’re worried you won’t impress Dad but you impress us all every single day.”

He took a pause, allowing Alan a chance to try and negate that comment. When he didn’t, John stepped towards him and placed his hands on his shoulders. Alan’s watery eyes lifted to meet John’s.

“You’re already an amazing person, Alan, regardless of what Dad thinks, though I know he thinks it too.”

“How?”

“When we were in the Oort Cloud, I was co-piloting with Virgil and we had Dad onboard. You were flying ahead in Three and Dad was watching you pilot that craft with such awe, Alan. He asked us who taught you to fly like that. We told him you were a natural and he looked so proud of you, Allie. You don’t need to worry about proving yourself to him. That’s not something you’ve ever needed to be worried about.”

Alan crumbled at that. He fell forward and into John’s arms. The outburst was no doubt at least partly due to the fact that none of them had yet taken the time that week to fully process the fact that Dad was home. If John thought too hard about it, about what Alan had just confessed and what he’d said in response, he might have risked becoming overwhelmed too. No longer did they have to come up with imaginary what-ifs when it came to their father. Anything they wondered about, they could now confirm with a simple conversation and that… That was going to take some getting used to again.

Alan sobbed into John’s shirt, but John just held him. Their conjoined shadow began to show on the rocks behind them as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky.

“It’s okay, Allie. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

“Sorry… ‘m sorry…”

John pulled him in tighter. “You don’t need to be sorry.”

“But you shouldn’t… need… I’m fine.”

His lips dared a smile. “I know, but I am and it’s alright. It’s always alright.”

Alan broke away and roughly wiped his cheeks with the back on his hand. “You were busy.”

“I wasn’t.”

He followed Alan’s gaze as it trailed over to the abandoned camera still sitting by the poolside.

“I was just going to take some photos of the sunrise.” John clarified.

“And I ruined that.”

“Hey, no. No, you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did.” Alan hiccuped through a sniffle. “You had to become my emotional support again.”

“You know that I’m always willing to be that, Alan. You know you can lean on me whenever you need to, no matter what, okay?”

“But your photos!”

“I can still take some.”

John observed the sky quickly, squinting as the warm sunlight bathed the pool in morning light, and then glanced back at Alan. “You can join me if you like? That way we can talk more, if you wanted?”

Alan pondered the question for a moment before offering a small nod. “Let me grab some shoes.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #five fics #prompt tag #gentle prompts #five answers #janetm74

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darkestwolfx · 1 month

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Just checking in. Haven’t seen you around for a while.

Sending hugs.

Hey there! Thank you so much for thinking of me!

I've popped a post up explaining my absence, and I'm all fine, but this means a lot!

#janetm74 #thunderfam #thunderbirds are go #darkestwolfx

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squiddokiddo · 4 months

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Hey there!

I know Gordon is your favourite but do you have any headcanons for the other brothers?

Yeah, I know I definitely have some but now I'm being asked about it I'm drawing a blank lol, here's a list of some.

𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹

Scott headcanons:

The only straight Tracy brother.

Likes cooking but doesn't get time to do it very often.

Scott's pancakes are the best.

Practically lives on black coffee and espresso shots.

As a kid, one of his dream jobs was a theme park ride tester. Others include aerial display pilot, airline pilot, falconer and a chocolate taster.

Virgil headcanons:

Demi-romantic Asexual.

One of only two people on the island who will eat marmite, the other is Grandma. (Parker also loves marmite, spread generously on toast)

Had a bit of an emo phase during his teens which later evolved into a grunge phase.

He can handle all sorts of gross things, being a medic and everything, but childbirth makes him a bit squeamish, a total of two people have unexpectedly fallen into labour during a rescue and delivering those babies was super challenging but very rewarding for him.

Virgil keeps all sorts of essential items for any rescuees he may have on board Thunderbird 2 including the obvious like, water, food and medical supplies but also: sanitary products, baby products, medicines for allergies, talcum powder and eczema cream, pet food and products, fidget and plush toys, ect.

Tried to eat pinecones as a toddler, Jeff and Lucy had to keep a close eye on him at Christmas because he'd try to shove their giant redwood pinecone decorations in his mouth. He grew out of his taste for pinecones when he was three.

Alan headcanons:

Bisexual

Gets god awful acne, as he's gotten older it's settled down a bit but he still gets pretty bad outbreaks from time to time.

Into 2000's and gen z culture, lucky for him his dad knows all about that. Unlucky for Grandma she remembers the trends Jeff was into when he was young.

Loves Vines and quotes them all the time with Gordon. His favourite Vines are probably the Freshavacadoo one and Hurricane Tortilla.

Dog person, has never really gotten along with cats despite still liking them. His favourite dog breed is a golden retriever.

Is an absolute legend at Mario Kart, John taught him how to play when they were kids.

John Headcanons:

Unlabeled/questioning - he isn't sure of his sexuality, it's not something he's too worried about right now though.

Has social anxiety, he copes very well with interacting with people at a distance like video calls and messaging but struggles a lot with face to face interactions.

Doesn't really play videogames that much but on the rare occasion that he does, he absolutely demolishes his competition whether that be on Mario Kart, Pokémon or Tetris.

Was into 80's and 90's video and arcade games as a kid, more for the fascination with programming and the machines' inner workings rather than the games themselves.

Hates ice skating, dealing with gravity is difficult enough without walking on a slippery surface with blades on his feet.

Can be the most sarcastic bitch if he's in a mood.

𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹*⊹.𖦹

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds headcanons #scott tracy #virgil tracy #alan tracy #john tracy #tracy brothers #thunderfam #squiddo's inbox #squiddokiddo answers #janetm74 #ask me anything #ask me #sfw interaction only #tw birth mention #tw pregnancy mention #tw medical

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louthestarspeaker · 2 years

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“Scott really was a child of Atlas, carrying the weight of the world – of several worlds – on his shoulders.” ~ Child of Atlas, Janetm74

@janetm74 surprise!! I was inspired by your fic Child of Atlas, specifically the above quote. I had a lovely time making this for you, I hope you enjoy!! <33

@tagminibang

#tagminibang #tagminibang2022 #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #janetm74 #lou draws things

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dragonoffantasyandreality · 3 months

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Procrastinator’s ask game:

I think I got the number wrong on my last ask!

4) 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

Hahaha, its okay buddy! 😁

Tbh, I got less WIPs than an empty bag of potato chips, so I'll just say an alternative title for the latest chapter of Kamen Rider Thunderbirds:

"Christmas Chaos"

🤣

#janetm74 #my asks

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whumpster-dumpster · 2 years

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Thank you for your uplifting post regarding your prompts and Scotty So-and-So!

Our little fandom did take a knock regarding talking on prompt posts and I know a couple of writes who have become discouraged.

Hopefully they can be reinvigorated wound your lovely words!

Thank you 😊

Hey, writers from that specific fandom (and anyone else who’s doubting their work right now)! If you see this, I’m rooting for you! Keep your chins up and keep doing what you love! Write what brings you joy! I know it’s easier said than done sometimes but it’s worth it in the end 💕 Take care of yourselves!

#not whump #answered ask #janetm74

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tsarisfanfiction · 1 year

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💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

How much of an asshole am I if I say no?

I've written some heart-breaking stuff, I know (my readers have told me so, several times, with varying degrees of screaming, tears, and the good old candy cannon!), but has any of it explictily broken my heart to write..?

I don't think so.

There's stuff that made me cry, some of it even makes me cry on a re-read, but the thing about being the author is that I'm... in some ways a little detatched. Because I know more about the scene than anyone else ever will do. I know more than the readers, because if I put every little detail in, it would bog things down and make it unreadable so there are many things that go unmentioned or so barely there it's not picked up on. I know more than the characters because I know what's going on from more angles than they do - and that usually involves what's going to happen next. I have the full piciture in a way that no-one else, real or fictional, ever can or will do, and that gives me a unique perspective and experience with my own works.

Yes, killing off Naomi and shattering Will and Apollo in Fatal Flaw was a tear-jerker, but I did that with the intention of making Will face his fatal flaw so it's less likely to kill him one day later, so because of the bigger picture I can see, it was a means to an end and not a heartbreaker (although many, many people have disagreed with me on that one).

Likewise, killing Nico and destroying Will that way in Shuttered Heart definitely did a number on readers, but the end result was Apollo staying with him permanently, so again, to me there was more going on and it didn't really hurt.

And honestly, a lot of the seriously angsty stuff I've written, were written as some sort of catharsis (especially the TAG stuff, which I wrote while I was in a pretty rough spot mentally - not that I necessarily realised it at the time, but looking back at that period of my life now, hindsight is very blatant that I really was not actually okay at all), so inflicting pain on characters or putting them in situations that hurt people to read actually improved my mood, so I view them fondly even later, because while the contents might be heart-breaking, that's not the purpose they've ever served for me.

So no, I don't think I've ever actually broken my own heart with any of my fics. Make of that what you will!

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

#janetm74 #ask me #fatal flaw #shuttered heart

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tsarinatorment · 1 year

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new ask game: mutuals, tell me what fictional characters you consider me an expert on

Scott Tracy

Will … I forgot his last name … from TOA

That guy that can heal people in One Piece.

(Brain is non functional this morning)

I would say these answers surprise me but that would be a lie ahaha...

(The names you were looking for were Will Solace and Trafalgar Law)

#janetm74 #ask game #scott tracy #will solace #trafalgar law #thunderbirds are go #riordanverse #trials of apollo #one piece

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edutainer2022 · 8 days

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UNREQUITED Ch 7

Co-written with @janetm74

Ch 6

AO3 (1-7)

This installment found a place in the tapestry of a vaster story, thanks to the amazing insight of @janetm74, making the implications so much more exciting to ponder and to explore further!

(Page Six)

Ever since Kat Kavanaugh buried a hatchet and wasn't chasing conspiracy theories about them on Global Holovision anymore, watching the news live was a once in a blue moon activity in Casa Tracy. They followed the major world events through John and Eos (maybe a bit of social media on a relatively quiet morning), and they were likely to be part of those in some capacity at least a third of the times. Sometimes a half.

But it was one of those days. A relative lull in rescues compiled with the exhaustion of the previous fortnight streak of disasters bred mildly numb boredom. Batteries too low to pursue their usual hobbies, they gravitated to the lounge.

Scott was ever at the desk with holo screens full of quarterly budget reports, because their biggest brother did stock market numbers for LEISURE, apparently. Virgil was playing, as usual, but the music was slowly fading to a halt. Alan was gaming, or pretending to be while napping, his VR goggles on. Kayo was going through some specs, half leaning on the couch cushions. Even John was in a quiet lull up in orbit, his hologram just bobbing at the comms unit, hanging out with everybody, but not really a part of any conversation.

That left Gordon scralling lazily through newsreels. The sudden yelp sent Alan tumbling on the floor and Scott at least half an inch closer to a cardiac arrest under thirty. A keen observer would have noticed Kayo reaching for a knife in the ankle holster. The piano music keened on an abrupt note and stopped. Several pairs of VERY unamused eyes stared Gordon down.

The Fish was on his feet already, bursting with excitement, sending the news holo to the center of the lounge.

"Did you guys know Fischler has a brother?!?!"

The assorted grumps and groans across the lounge indicated that they not only didn't know, but weren't in the least thrilled by that information.

Only John and Kayo shared a quiet look, because OF COURSE they would know.

Gordon surveyed the lounge in triumph, setting the stage for a punchline.

"He has a brother and he's getting married!"

"Who, Fischler?"

Alan was still scrambling up from his hardwood landing and making a show of rubbing an ouchie. Scott at least looked ready to switch gears to the full "hurt brother!" mode. Gordon was not deterred.

"No, dummy, not Fischer! His brother is getting married!"

"And that's any of our business how?"

Alan was still not ready to relinquish attention from his boo-boo. Not with so many big brothers in attendance. But John, Kayo and Virgil were already sharing concerned LOOKS.

Any widely publicized event with cameras rolling and hundreds in attendance, involving Fischler, could potentially turn into a showcase of his latest "invention", or ten. Which would mean potential casualties and work for IR. They would need to be on the look-out and on standby. Scott waved at the comm to get the volume up.

The holo displayed a close pic of a younger and significantly more polished version of Langstrom Fischler, hair sleecked back, but a weaselly smile just a tad on the manic side.

The celebrity news anchor was gushing about a "dashing fresh face on the World Senate, a philanthropist and patron of innovation, a devoted brother and a consummate athlete, setting off to be a force of a positive change in the world" and "his drop dead gorgeous fiancée, a once Miss Brazil runner-up, who dedicated herself to the selfless life of service, decorated for honor and courage".

The picture on the screen changed to an official GDF snapshot of a tall young brunette in dress blues. The insignia on the collar indicated the rank of Captain and breastplanks - several high ranking awards for valor. The picture switched to a series of candid paparazzi snaps of the "happy couple".

The show host droned on with one corny cliche after another about the "match made of dreams" and a " high profile dream wedding" scheduled to take place on a cozy remote island.

Gordon interrupted the stream of saccharine platitudes:

"Huh? How come we're not invited? Scott, you know like everyone in the World Senate!"

His voice was drowned out by the deafening snap of the metal stylus, broken in Scott's fingers. The sound of the desk chair hitting the floor, as Scott stood up and all but ran from the lounge, was even louder.

"Huh?!"

Gordon, yet again, surmised the bewilderment of everyone present.

Jade eyes squinted a fraction as Kayo watched Scott's outburst and hasty retreat.

Virgil was half out to follow Scott, when a ping came through on Gordon's comm. The sign flashed pink.

"Yay! Looks like I'm going after all! Penny needs a plus one! John, can I borrow your tax?!"

John half waved his brother off, brows furrowed and hands already flying over invisible files, when another pink ping came through. It was Kayo's turn for a "Huh?" moment.

"Looks like Penny needs a plus two, as well. I'm invited".

That deflated Gordon's initial excitement enough to notice Virgil leaving in the general direction of Dad's office, where Scott had locked himself.

Before Virgil reached the door to try and reason with big brother to talk about... whatever that was, John sent two files to his comm.

One - a picture they all saw a hundred times on Dad's desk back in Kansas, but it didn't compute out of context. Scott's Airgroup Wing after a training flight. All hugging and laughing, still in flightsuits. Scott and the girl from the news today - Fischler Jr.'s fiancée - at the center.

The other Virgil never saw before. It would figure since it was a screenshot from, what he recognized with some dread, was Dad's old phone. There was a picture sent to a private chat with Dad of the same girl, in a sundress, and Scott in a polo shirt, apparently both on leave. An almost ten years younger Scott was smiling like he could power up a sun. The message to Dad read "SHE SAID YES!!!".

The date of the message indicated about a month and a half before Scott's mission to Bereznik.

Virgil sank to the floor, leaning on the wall, never going through with the knock on the locked office door.

***

It was such an unbelievable cliché it felt surreal. The thunderstorm, the lightning, the lash of downpour across his face. Then again, it was fitting, as his world was going crashing down around him. Yet again.

There was nothing surreal about the hard edges of Mom's ring she just gave him back.

For about six weeks he was the happiest man alive. Dad's IR project was well underway, and he was to share that dream not only with Dad and brothers, but with the love of his life. He should have known better...

The words were real too - hard and ruthless. About Dad yanking his leash, and expecting nothing but dutiful following in his footsteps and his vision, concealed by his looming shadow, and giving up what they both dreamed about and worked so hard for - test flights, command ranks, career in service.

The echo came back to him often, in one dark hour or another, after his world shattered to pieces yet another time.

Dad voiced his reservations clearly, but did agree to give him Mom's ring. "When you know, you know". Wasn't it how he and Mom got married?

It WAS too soon, they WERE too young, and frateenization within a unit WAS an issue, but with IR lifting off that wasn't to be a problem, once he told her the full scale of the classified project. He should have known better...

He last remembered the ring yanked off his neck with the dogtags chain by a smirking Berezniki guard.

He put up a hell of a fight for that and was beaten within an inch of his life. The first time.

Next time he found it, inexplicably, in Dad's safe on the island, after the search for Zero-X was called off. He meant to ask Kyrano, as he wasn't conscious or coherent enough for the extraction op, or for months after, but the man never returned his calls anymore, sending in a resignation after half a year of following leads on the Hood.

There wasn't much room in his mind or hours in his days to give it more thought for years after. Or more pieces for his heart to break into. He should have known better.

And now she was getting married. To someone bright and promising, changing the world for the better, who wasn't him. The story of his life!

He should have known better as well.

The sound of glass shattering against the wall and a visceral scream finally sent Virgil in, wild-eyed, breaking past the lock.

***

John lifted an eyebrow in a perfect quizzical arch, putting the tablet down, as the "wedding party" poured, or rather, limped into the lounge.

Gordon's tuxedo sleeve was torn clear off, his bowtie, undone, served as a makeshift tourniquet. Parker sported cuts, bruises and a glorious shiner. Penelope's elaborate updo was in disarray, one heel of a golden pump broken. Kayo's slip dress hem was torn, exposing a garter holster.

As John hurried to the kitchen for the first aid kit, he heard her hiss something to the effect of "You should have seen the other guys".

The villa was quiet. Grandma had Alan on the mainland for the weekend. Virgil chased Scott up the volcano. There was a good chance biggest brother and his stormy mood was best quarantined at the Round House for the rest of the day.

John was waiting in the lounge for the fallout, one way or another. He wasn't quite prepared for the sight on display, handing out ice packs.

Gordon hissed too and bit off a curse, as John set about cleaning the bullet graze on his arm.

"Pen, do all your friends whip out a standard issue gun at the altar and read the groom Miranda rights instead of vows?"

Lady Penelope was busy trying to look poised while breaking the second heel off a designer pump, to make them even.

"It was a deep undercover mission to round up a drug and slave trafficking ring. A destination wedding was a most fortunate venue for the occasion."

Kayo looked up from the kitchen isle at that, not pausing to stop extracting a considerable arsenal of throw-knives from her bodice.

"Looks like the Fischler brothers were bankrolled by mafia. The crazy inventions AND the World Senate election. In exchange for some... perks."

Kayo snorted and went back to her inventory of weapons.

Gordon perked up as the anesthetic cream kicked in and forgot to NOT wave the injured hand around to assist his narrative.

"It was actually kinda cool! The bride barked out "Hands up!" instead of "I do"! The bridesmaids all dropped their bouquets and brandished guns. The bridal party were all Organized Crime and Counterterrorism. Well, and us... A little heads up wouldn't have hurt, Penny. Then all hell broke loose. Rose petals and confetti everywhere. You should have seen Fischler's face!"

Gordon was nearly flailing with excitement, so John's hands pushed him mildly back into the seat. Turquoise eyes found Penelope's line of sight, studiously avoiding Kayo:

"So... no wedding?"

"No wedding indeed."

Up on the Tracy Volcano Virgil's comm vibrated, switched to silent mode hours ago. John's message read "No wedding."

Virgil exhaled a sigh, but didn't yet know how to break the subject with a brother, seated next to him on the sun-warmed boulder, overlooking the ocean. Blue eyes were fixed on a point far away in the distance, or maybe far away in the past, Scott still wouldn't talk about.

#thunderbirds are go #pairing: scott/kayo #scott tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #kayo kyrano #scott tracy/original character #that didn't work #scott tracy needs a hug #thunderbirds 2015 #janetm74 #john tracy didn't sign up for this #my fic #methinks i have astronomy

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hebuiltfive · 6 months

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Thunderbirds trick or treat

Trick!

Happy Halloween!

Ooh, a trick! Okay! I hope an angsty moment between Scott and Virgil from a WIP will suffice!

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“I don’t remember, no, but you guys can tell me.”

Neither of his brothers said anything to that.

“You need to tell me.” You’ll drive me insane if you don’t because fuck ignorance. He never was one for being out of the loop and Scott didn’t fancy starting now.

“What you need, Scott, is some rest. We’ll be home soon. We’ll fill you in then.”

“You’ll fill me now!”

Virgil looked affronted and rightly so. There was an urgency behind this desperation, but Scott couldn’t pinpoint it. It was growing tiresome and in his already exhausted state, the thought that maybe Virgil was right did cross his mind… for all of two seconds before he banished it again.

“Sorry.” Scott offered weakly. “I just… I need to know. I need to remember.” For the sake of his own sanity, because what if this was the dream, and those memories-turned-nightmares were the reality?

#five answers #thunder asks #janetm74 #trick or treat 2023 #thunderbirds fanfiction #five fics

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onyxedskies · 2 years

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Angst Prompts:

10: "They didn't give you enough."

Dealer’s choice as to character(s)

thank you for the ask! sorry it took so long; i've been debating characters back and forth but i think i'm happy with the pairing i chose :)

warnings: mentions of abandonment

word count: 514

Felix found Annette hidden behind a pillar in the cathedral, face buried into her knees in an attempt to muffle her sobs. His heart broke slightly just looking at her, distressed as she was.

"Annie?" He kept his voice quiet, as gentle as he was capable of being. She looked so vulnerable when she looked up, and she tried to wipe her tears as she let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

"Oh, Felix," she said, trying to smile up at him. "Did you need me for something?" Felix ignored her question, sitting beside her and wrapping her in a hug. She stiffened briefly before relaxing into his grip. "I guess I can't fool you, huh?"

"If you were trying to fool me, you were doing a pretty shit job at it," Felix murmured. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Annette said, still trying to hide her emotions behind a smile. "Don't worry about me."

Felix pulled back slightly, looking into Annette's eyes. "I'm always going to worry about you, Annie. You don't have to tell me what's wrong or what happened, but I'm going to stay here until you're actually feeling better."

Annette was quiet for a while, and Felix started to gently card his fingers through her hair. He felt her relax minutely, and she buried her face in his shoulder.

"It was father," she said, voice breaking. "He- he called for me, to come here, and he gave me a doll, like the ones he used to make for me as a little girl and then just... left. And I just- it's too late for that sort of thing. It's been nine years; it's far too late for that. And yet I just- I want so badly to cling to it, Felix. I don't know what to do."

He pulled her tighter to him, anger surging through him. He hated Gilbert, he really did. He had no right to leave Annette, had no right to turn his back to her time and time again. "He didn't give you enough. He didn't give you nearly enough. You deserve so much better than him." He felt her shudder against him, and gently rubbed circles into her back. "You can cry, Annette. You're allowed to cry. You're safe."

That broke the dam, it seemed, as a sob immediately followed his words. He held her as she cried, gently rubbing what he hoped were soothing circles into her back.

Her cries quieted after a while, the two of them sitting on the floor of the cathedral wrapped in each others arms. A comfortable blanket of silence fell over them, content to bask in each others presence for a while.

"Could you sing to me?" Annette asked after a while, quiet and almost timid in her request.

Felix smiled softly, kissing her forehead. "Just this once." A lie, he knew - he'd do whatever she asked of him - but one she was in on.

And so he sung her lullabyes from his childhood and songs he had helped her write late into the night.

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