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gumnut-logic · 5 months

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Five times Alan discovered a secret and one time he kept one (Part Two)

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I wrote the next chapter! Two in a row :D Unfortunately there won't be one tomorrow as work will be from 8am to beyond 8pm, but will write as soon as I can.

Thank you soo much for all the kind comments you left on Part One. Thunderfam is amazing ::hugs you all so much::

Thank you again to the wonderful @onereyofstarlight for reading through and supporting me :D ::hugs you extra tight::

I hope you enjoy :D

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Alan glared at Thunderbird One as she shot out of her hangar beneath the pool.

Why today? The first day that both Dad and Scotty were going to be home since he had finished school for the summer break. He had had plans!

After watching the Launch together, there should have been some Dad and big brother time down at the beach. Gordon and Virgil were over on Aotearoa for a swim meet. John was in space, as usual, Grandma was doing some remote medical consultations and the day had supposed to be just the three of them.

If he wasn’t eleven, he would stamp his feet like a two-year-old.

He understood that what his father and brothers did was important. But he was important, too! They hadn’t done anything as a family for ages and they were always getting interrupted!

One was long gone, along with Uncle Lee and Thunderbird Two, both tearing off into the west, but Alan continued to glare at the blue sky, hating whoever had chosen this moment to steal the light speed ship. The launch had been so cool and Dad, Scotty and Johnny linked in…it had been so much fun watching it together…

So much for that.

John had cut him off from watching the rescue. Dad was against Alan seeing his family in action no matter how Alan pleaded.

His space brother had taken to providing some edited and ‘safe’ versions of some of the rescues his family took part in. But only some, and there was a little terrified voice in the back of Alan’s mind that spoke of horrors unseen.

His father and brothers had come home hurt on more than one occasion.

The sky ignored his glaring.

Okay, fine. He was grown up enough to understand why things like this happened. He wasn’t a baby.

It just sucked.

Another little voice in his head piped up to declare that sitting here moping was far from useful to himself or anyone else.

The voice sounded far too much like his big brother.

Though he wasn’t sure which one. All of them liked to give him ‘advice’.

Grumping, he pushed himself to his feet. Maybe Kayo could come down to the beach with him. Even though she was older by a few years, she was always happy to keep him company.

He stood up and realised he felt better for making a decision and having something to do.

He ignored that little voice that proclaimed ‘I told you so’.

Virgil. Though Gords was generally the smart ass, so it could be him.

Scotty just smiled and John looked all knowing, and you know what? Yeah, his brothers were slowly driving him insane.

Kayo was out on her rounds with her Dad. Kyrano was their security specialist. Gordy reckoned Kyrano and Kayo had lived on the Island before Dad bought it. He said that one of the little beach huts had been their house.

Alan thought Gordon was pulling his leg.

Knowing the Island was Kyrano’s job. He regularly made his rounds checking the sensor network and the stuff that kept their island hidden. Kayo went with him as she wanted to be just like her Dad.

Alan could understand that. After all, Alan wanted to be just like his Dad, too.

That thought brought up the fact that Dad wasn’t here right at this moment and the annoyance along with it.

Be almost like his Dad.

The guilt that accompanied that thought followed him down the stairs and out into the warm and sunny morning.

Perfect beach weather.

He grit his teeth.

Get over it already.

He stomped past the pool and out onto the gravel path that ultimately encircled the Island, purposefully taking the opposite direction to which he knew Kyrano worked, hoping to meet them towards the end of the process.

There was a breeze rattling the palm trees above him and many of the pokey trees were sporting their fluffy red flowers. Birds were arguing amongst them.

They were pretty lucky to live here, he had to admit. How many other kids lived on an Island in the tropics?

Well, he didn’t live here all the time. The last couple of years, he had shared his time with Kyrano’s house in Kumeu, Aotearoa, so he could go to school. It was close to both his and Gordon’s school and the GDF airport. Convenient for a family who used rocket ships and planes for transport.

Yeah, his life was so cool sometimes.

He had to admit that he hadn’t wanted to leave the farm when he found out about his father’s plans.

It had been scary and he had said goodbye to so many friends.

But Scotty had promised that he would fly him wherever he wanted to go whenever he could, and, bar rescues, his big brother had stuck to his word. Not only had Scotty flown him to Kansas several times, but to many other places. Alan was so lucky. He had seen and done so many things other kids his age couldn’t even conceive.

Of course, there were the secrets. He wasn’t allowed to talk about International Rescue and he understood why. It was hard, but he did his best.

Scotty said he was proud of Alan.

That only made Alan want to try harder. One day he would fly rockets just like his brothers and save people.

He made it past Two’s runway, around the edge of its backing cliff and onto the west side of the Island. The moment he stepped into the open air, the breeze strengthened, tousling his hair and pushing his t-shirt up against his chest, the material rippling like the waves on the water below.

It wasn’t cold, just cool, and smelled of the ocean that stretched blue to the horizon.

He paused a moment to stare out into the distance.

So cool.

The path wound back into the forest as it skirted the edge of the Island. Along here were the sensors that reported to Thunderbird Five, and the cloaking technologies keeping them safe. Alan wanted to know how they worked, but he hadn’t quite managed it yet. Brains talked gobblety-gook when he asked. John and Virgil had given him an outline, but it wasn’t enough. John said he needed some elementary physics education before it would all make sense.

Alan had asked John to teach him.

So that’s how he ended up with a physics curriculum for the summer holidays. If it took him a step closer to being able to fly Thunderbird Three, he was all for it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

It was tearful and…female.

Kayo?

“I couldn’t tell you, Tanusha, you were too young.” Kyrano’s quiet and measured tones were in stark contrast.

“How can you be so calm?!”

“I have no proof.”

“But you said it was him.”

Alan stood frozen in the middle of the path. Kayo sounded like she was crying. That in itself told him she wouldn’t want him hearing her.

He slipped quietly off the trail and stepped behind the remains of an old rockfall. He would let them pass and then sneak away.

She would never have to know.

Kyrano’s calm voice danced along the cliff to Alan’s ears. “I am certain. However, he is difficult to locate and vengeance is unrequited. I speak of this now so you are aware.”

“I was aware before. Now I just want to kill him.”

“Daughter, do not let him take more than he already has.”

“But the Tracys…”

“Mr Tracy is aware of the threat.”

“They used to work together!”

“No longer.”

“Does he know-?”

“He knows enough.”

“You didn’t tell him?!”

There was a pause. “Mr Tracy knows enough. I do not wish to burden him with something that might provoke needless guilt.”

“Father, the Tracys are blameless. The brothers-“

“Do not know. Do not need to know. Mr Tracy is a force of good in this world. One of far too few. He knows of Gaat’s character and has treated him as such.”

“But you said he killed Mum.”

Alan sucked in a breath. Kayo’s mom?! He and his brothers had always shared the loss of their mother with Kayo. Kayo had lost hers, too, dying when she was very young. There hadn’t been much detail other than it had been sudden and Kyrano refused to talk about it, just like Dad. It was an unspoken rule, ‘don’t ask about the dead for fear of upsetting the living’. Well, once spoken…by Gordon, after a fight with their father.

Alan hadn’t asked about that either. He hated it when Gordon cried.

But someone had killed Kayo’s mom?! Someone called Gaat?

Why didn’t Kyrano want to tell Dad? What guilt? What didn’t he know?

“Alan, report back to the villa.”

He jumped. John’s voice from his collar comms startling him.

Before he could answer, Kyrano tore past at a full run, Kayo attempting to keep up with him. Her eyes flickered in Alan’s direction but only for a moment.

“Alan, now! We need you home.” There was something horrible in John’s voice, a panic.

Frowning, Alan automatically obeyed, his legs moving before his thoughts were sorted. He thumbed his collar. “FAB. What’s wrong?”

“T-There’s been an accident.”

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Part 3

Author's note: If you are interested in Alan's adventures in Kumeu (several months after the events here) I have two fics about Alan at school here - Anna Kent.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #kayo kyrano #kyrano #nuttyfic

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darkestwolfx · 1 month

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TAG as LOTR 3 📚

I thought there would be discussion on the last and I think there could well be on this one too!

I very much agree though, I love the potential dynamic we could have here between The Hood / Jeff and Saruman / Gandalf. It feels like one of those parallels that you could spend ages looking for but we stumbled upon it through a jested conversation and it's all just so beautiful. I just love this whole universe we've walked into so so much!

Anyhow, by my workings, this is the next character we need to then be able to work forward with the rest. There's a few more options here than for the last few so this should be intriguing. I think I know where some people's votes will go for this, but I think we have the largest room for surprise on this one at the moment!

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avengedbiologist · 1 year

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Jeffrano wedding outfits <3

#there should b a fic of their wedding popping up around thunderpride #if i can kick my ass in to gear that js #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #my art #thunderfam #jeff tracy #kyrano #thunderbirds kyrano

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mrmustachious · 10 months

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Day 30 of @thunder-pride ~ Jeffrano (Jeff & Kyrano)

This one is for all the homies who helped organise this event. Thanks for all your hard work in creating such a fun month, and I'm glad we're all riding the Jeffrano train together 💕💕

#thunderpride #thunderpride 2023 #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #jeff tracy #kyrano #moodboard #aesthetic #mine

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scribbles97 · 5 months

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Left Behind - Chapter 53

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 Chapter 48 / Chapter 49 / Chapter 50 / Chapter 51 / Chapter 52 Read on AO3

Going back to the hospital the following morning was the last thing on Lucy’s mind. Whilst she had been with Scott there had been a distraction for her, the focus on Tia and what happened next for the young security specialist. But once she had returned to the apartment her thoughts had turned elsewhere.

Hugh had always been a friend. Since Sally had introduced him as a potential manager for the Europe base of Tracy Industries, Hugh, Jeff, and Lucy had all talked frequently. She couldn’t count the number of nights they had shared a tipple and a laugh between them, of course it had continued after Jeff.

He had been there. Hugh had lost the woman he had loved all his life when Penelope had been but a babe. When he had listened to Lucy it had seemed different to anyone else’s ear, there were no condolences or words that sounded falsely hopeful, just a quiet reassurance that someone else really did understand.

And she had fallen. She had fallen so hard without even realising it.

But now Jeff was coming home.

“You mustn’t sit dwelling.”

She glared from the sofa at the taller older man, hugging her mug of coffee slightly closer as he closed the door and stepped into the room.

“Good morning Kyrano.” She sighed, looking down into the mug.

“Jeff has been gone for an extended period. Do you not think he would expect your eye to wander?”

Jolting upright, she glared over the back of the sofa, “Kyrano!”

He simply smiled from where he was leaning against the kitchen counter, like the cat that got the cream. His intention was to rile her.

Well she wasn’t going to rise to it.

“Lord Creighton-Ward is an attractive title, not to mention the looks of the man himself.”

“Tia’s fine by the way.” She sniped, sinking back down with her coffee.

“I have just come from the hospital, she and Scott were talking to the neurological specialist.” He stated turning to the kettle, “I take it that it was a discussion with Scott that made you realise how you felt about Hugh?”

Lucy shook her head, he was being pushy, not to mention how overt he was being about it. The man had a point to make and, for once, wasn’t interested in his usual gently-gently approach.

“Would you drop it!?” She sighed, “Yes, I love him, alright? Is that what you want to hear? I love him but I never realised it because I never thought that there would be anyone other than Jeff. He’s coming home though and that’s made me realise that I love Hugh and I don’t want to lose him out of my life just because my actual husband is coming home and--”

The sight of Kyrano sipping quietly out of a cup of tea made her blood boil, “How can you just stand there drinking tea!?”

“I was letting you get things off of your chest.”

His calmness was irritating. How could he understand? His heart belonged to Onaha and he had never so much as looked at another person in lust.

“Have you perhaps considered that you can love someone without it being romantic?” He asked, watching her as he sipped his tea again.

She frowned as she looked across at him, “What do you mean?”

The look he gave her over the top of his cup was pure disdain.

“Come now Lucy, do you not love Evangeline?”

“Like a sister.” She nodded, Val had been part of her life for longer than she could remember. There were things she had talked about with her that nobody else would ever know, but that was different.

“Did you have intimate relations with Hugh?”

“I’ll throw this mug at you in a minute.”

“We all know that you threaten violence as an outlet without ever intending any harm.” Kyrano tutted, “But again, I don’t believe that Mister Tracy would hold it against you. Maybe you should speak to him about it?”

If it weren’t for her aching leg she would have got up and stormed from the room. As it was she had neither the strength or energy to shift from where she sat, even if it weren’t for Kyrano’s eyes pinning her in place.

“I did not sleep with Hugh!” She yelled, “Alright? I didn’t even realise how I felt until yesterday! I mean-- how badly can you screw up? Wait until you find out your dead husband’s alive before you fall in love with someone else.”

Kyrano’s soft snort was emphasised by the cup being raised to his mouth, “I think you fell in love with him long ago Lucy, you simply did not wish to acknowledge it, and now you must.”

He wasn’t her counsellor. She didn’t even know if he had some sort of qualification in psychiatry. Maybe he just knew her too damn well.

“You were in love with the man before Mister Tracy was even gone.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” She spat, “I love Jeff.”

“And how many people asked you about Hugh the morning after Scott’s passing out parade?”

The night of the party was vague in her mind, but the conversations with Val and then Scott and Virgil were seared into her mind.

“I was drunk.”

“A drunk mind is quite the expressive thing.”

“Kyrano.” She warned, “Just stop it okay? Hugh and I-- we’re not-- I love him but not like I love Jeff! And he’s coming home. He’s going to need me, he’s not going to need to be questioning if I truly love him or if I’m about to run off with a friend .”

Kyrano set his mug down on the counter top, the soft clink of the ceramic the only sound in the room. He held her eye for a moment and she wasn’t sure if she was meant to say more or if he was waiting to say something.

“Does The Mechanic mean anything to you?”

She spread her hands at the change in topic, thrown by his question and how it related to anything.

“No? I don’t-- what’s this got to do with anything?”

She hated his riddles. Hated how he seemed to know so much but shared so little. What did it have to do with her relationship with Hugh?

“I would talk to them both. Especially Mister Tracy, you may be surprised by their opinions.”

She sat straighter as he headed for the door, “But what about the Mechanic? Kyrano! You can’t just--”

He paused with his hand on the knob, “Tanusha is looking into a new role for Ms Anwar, I must go and discuss it with her and our team.”

“So what? I’m just meant to figure the rest out myself? You want me to tell Jeff that I haven’t had a love affair whilst he’s been gone but now I am? You want me to remember who the hell The Mechanic is?”

Kyrano shrugged, “I never said anything about remembering The Mechanic.”

That caught her, no, he hadn’t. Why did she get the feeling she should be able to remember him?

“I’ll speak to you later Lucy.”

Before she could protest he was gone and she was alone. Sinking back into the sofa she sighed heavily, wondering what the hell she was meant to do next.

#thunderbirds are go #Lucille Tracy #Kyrano #thunderbirds 2015 #scribbles writes #thunderbirds #Left Behind AU #left behind part 5

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gerryandersontv · 1 year

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Thunderbirds: Snot of Doom! - A Gerry Anderson A21 News Story

It was another peaceful day on the paradise-on-Earth that was Tracy Island. In the lounge. Jeff was studying a complex chart with Brains. Virgil busied himself with his latest canvas masterpiece, while Scott lay on the couch reading a book. Nearby, Alan and Gordon were engrossed in an exhausting game of checkers. Jeff nodded with satisfaction, “Well, Brains, this new fuel you’ve developed should…

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#alan #gordon #grandma #jeff #john #kyrano #parker #penelope #Scott #the hood #thunderbirds #tin tin #tracy island #virgil

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dragonoffantasyandreality · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

Sorry for a little lack of activity. I have been working a lot to finish my last course assignments. For now, here’s a wip of a new project I had been working on along side KRTB. In short: TAG 1966 remake. :)

@uniwolfcorn @skymaiden32 @teapotteringabout @knyee @riallasheng @janetm74 @the-original-sineater @myladykayo

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The sun has just rose from the horizon, lighting up the ever-blue sky and ocean. In the wake of morning, a rather small, once volcanic island welcomed its warm rays, revealing a villa, which was also the main base of operations of the famous and illusive International Rescue.

Jefferson Grant Tracy, the head of the organization and patriarch of the Tracy family, was reading a recent newspaper of the latest news of from around the world, eating a basic cereal for breakfast in the dinning room.

“How’s the news, Mr. Tracy?” an old man with Asiatic features approached with visible curiosity as he was cleaning a plate with a towel.

“Well, Kyrano, things got pretty tense with that Zero-X project,” Jeff smiled at his old friend, then frowned with focus on the papers, “It says they were going to launch it today, though it seems that there’s some concerns about its technical issues failing again…”

“I’m pretty sure it was going to be something that your boys will pester you about…” Kyrano smirked at him.

“You don’t say!” the patriarch chuckled heartily, turning the next page to focus on some other things.

Grandma came out of the kitchen, holding a tray with a coffee pot and mug.

“I remember when you were 8 years old, you climbed a broken-down cabin to save a poor bird,” she began fondly, “I was against it at first, but then I couldn’t be even more proud of you.”

The patriarch didn’t argue with her. He quickly finished his bowl of cereal.

“Here, sonny boy. Help yourself with some coffee,” she put the tray on the dining table.

“Thank you, mother,” Jeff replied.

“Come on, Mr. Kyrano. Let’s finish that spicy soup for the next meal, shall we?” Grandma gave the housekeeper a warm grin.

“Thank you very much, Miss Tracy,” Kyrano gently bowed with a smile as the two elders went back to the kitchen.

Jeff puts down the newspaper on the table and took the pot and the mug to another table near a window.

He drank his hot beverage when he noticed a figure in the reflection of the pot. It was none other than Brains, the brilliant young engineer of International Rescue.

The genius was checking the newspaper behind Jeff, fixing his glasses with peek intrigue.

“Brains, what do you think of the technical aspects of this new version of the Zero-X?’ the patriarch loudly spoke suddenly.

The young engineer jumped from the sudden comment, “H-How do you know I-I’m, eh, reading a-about it, Mr. Tracy?”

“If you had read the newest studies of the British scientists, then you would know that there are the points on the tips of the ears that are extremely sensitive. And-”

Grandma, who just came back from the kitchen to pick up the empty tray, made a side-step to the stunned Brains, interrupting her son casually, “He sees you in the reflection of the pot.”

Jeff immediately burst out of laughter. The genius shortly followed.

#wip wednesday #my wips #my fanfics #Thunderbirds are go (1966)#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #Thunderfam #thunderbirds fanfiction #Jeff Tracy #Brains #Kyrano #Ruth/Sally Tracy

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gumnut-logic · 2 years

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Sherbet (Bit 2)

Bit 1 | Bit 2

@flyboytracy could I borrow your ‘young Jeff’ piccy to go with this fic? Cos it would be perfect :D Also, still your fault (and yes, I have a tag for that too :D ).

Anyways, I’ve had a bit of a crappy day, so have a short little scene I wrote at the hairdressers continuing on from the first bit. I’ll get to Parker eventually, I promise. In the meantime, soooo much fluff, so, so much fluff.

I hope you enjoy.

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Jeff took the puppy to the locker room. Really, he wasn’t sure what else to do with him. Food and care was needed, but first all the dried sticky mess clogging its fur needed to be removed.

Also, he had his own pile of grime to work with.

So, two thunderbirds, one shower.

He hadn’t planned it that way, but Sherbet would not let him put him down.

Jeff could be strong and make the decisions needed, but he’d been doing exactly that all day while wading through blood and tears.

He didn’t have the energy.

The little puppy joined him in his shower.

It did the both of them good.

And Jeff discovered that, yes, it was possible to shower with only one hand.

He did get some strange looks from his team.

Thunderbird One had made it back first like she always did and consequently both Scott and Kyrano were dressed in their casual clothes - Scott his usual preferred blue, almost the exact colour of his baldric. He rarely wore any other colour. Kyrano had his usual soft and loose off-white pants and top, complete with that embroidery around the neckline Lucy used to envy every time she saw it.

Probably one of the reasons Kyrano favoured the shirt.

Lee was as dressed in a towel as Jeff was.

Didn’t stop him staring.

“Uh, Dad, what’s with the dog?” In the shower. The smirk on his son’s face was amusement mixed with curiosity.

Kyrano arched an eyebrow and held out a gentle hand to the tiny puppy peering over Jeff’s hand.

Sherbet sniffed tentatively before licking their security specialist’s fingers.

“He wouldn’t let me put him down.” Scott opened his mouth but Jeff cut him off. “Reminds me of a toddler I once knew.”

Scott’s eyes narrowed. “Dirty pool, Dad.”

“We are not on duty at this very moment, so I claim parental torture rights.”

His son rolled his eyes and despite his own weariness, Jeff found himself grinning.

Children were ever a source of amusement.

Kyrano’s voice was inquisitive and as smooth as silk as always. “Do you have a name, Mr Tracy?”

No question of why or if Sherbet was a new member of the family. Just simple acceptance.

No doubt the man would defend the dog with his life now.

“Sherbet. Found him drenched in the stuff.”

Scott was back to staring at the dog. “No owners?”

“Val’s enquiring.”

“You thinking of keeping him?”

Jeff found he was unconsciously scratching Sherbet under the chin. “Maybe.” A pause. “We’ll see.”

“Allie will love him.”

“Of that I have no doubt. Kyrano, could you take him a moment. Showering one handed is one thing, dressing is an entirely different challenge.”

“Of course, Mr Tracy.” He held out his hands.

Jeff awkwardly managed to keep his towel in place and not drop the puppy.

Sherbet squirmed and wriggled, obviously unhappy to be parted from his saviour. “It’s okay, little one, Kyrano is good man, you can trust him.”

“Thank you, Mr Tracy.”

“It’s the truth. C’mon, little one, you have to let me put some clothes on.” He blinked. “Definitely like a toddler I once knew.”

Scott glared at him.

But he finally managed to hand Sherbet to Kyrano, grab his clothes, and get himself dressed.

Sherbet whined the entire time, despite all Kyrano’s attempts to calm him down.

The moment Jeff was dressed, he took Sherbet from his friend’s hands just to kill off the noise.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had to do that.”

Scott turned his back on him with a groan.

Jeff grinned like a loon.

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TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #jeff tracy #Scott Tracy #lee taylor #Kyrano #sherbet #nuttyfic #sooo much fluff #flyboytracy's fault

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darkestwolfx · 1 month

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TOS Transcripts Masterpost

Now for the Original Series! Which is fully complete

Series 1 - 26 episodes

Series 2 - 6 episodes

Full Collection (including bonus materials) All in order! Let's dance away with Parker!

So you did read that right, there is a full version (containing every episode) with bonus features! And yes, a TAG version of the same for Series 1 is nearly complete and will be added to the masterpost as soon as it is finished!

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avengedbiologist · 10 months

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A celebration is about to happen on Tracy island, one like no other.

@thunder-pride

Today was unlike any other, the island was bustling, and for once in a good way. As Jeff sat on the balcony, watching his sons messing around on the beach, he smiled, it was rare to see them so carefree but it didn't stop the butterflies in his stomach, he didn't think he would be so nervous a second time, heck he didn't think he would be having a second one. He looked at the clock, 12:47pm.

'Probably should get ready.' He stood up and walked to the mirror in his bedroom. 'Wouldn't want to be late to my own wedding.'

Jeff smiled, he had said it for months, his wedding, but today was the day. He changed into his floral button up shirt, one that matched his soon to be husband's attire, and cream trousers. He stared at his reflection, was it enough? Was he enough?

There was a knock at the door followed by a quiet 'Dad…'

'Come in.'

The door opened revealing Alan, his youngest.

'It's time.'

Jeff took a deep breath then stood up and walked slowly towards the door, apparently Alan thought it too slow and grabbed his arm and began to drag him down the stairs and outside.

He wasn't sure what blinded him, the sun or the array of bright flowers down the homemade aisle, clearly Tintin's work, she definitely knew a lot of her father's tricks when it came to flowers. He was so in awe of the decor he didn't even notice his mother sneak up behind him.

'You ready?'

'Well there's no going back now.'

Alan smiled at his dad one more time before joining the rest of the family on the benches, which were also covered in flowers, as well as his sons, as Alan sat down Scott had placed a clunky flower crown on his little brothers head, they all matched… in fact most of them did, everyone had one on bar him and Kyrano. He smiled and then finally turned his head to look down the aisle, he could see Kyrano stood with Tintin, he was turned away and Tintin looked like she was calming him down, glad to know he wasn't the only nervous one. Jeff made eye contact with Tintin and she immediately spun her father around. Kyrano immediately looked up and saw Jeff and smiled. Kyrano was wearing a traditional Malaysian outfit, partially pre owned parts mixed with newer elements. The fabric around the man's waist matched Jeff's shirt, a genius idea from Tintin.

Jeff felt a tug on his arm, it seemed like he was getting tugged around a lot today, it was his mother.

'Come on then.' she smiled.

Jeff watched her wave her arm towards the previously unseen Virgil, who was sitting at the piano that had somehow been moved outside without him noticing. Virgil nodded before beginning to play the piano, it wasn't the usual wedding song though, Jeff couldn't put his finger on it, it was only later he found out it was a slowed down piano version of 'Shooting star'.

Grandma and Jeff began to walk down the aisle, it was a relatively short aisle but it was enough, he looked at all the smiling faces of his sons, Brains, Tintin and even Braman had turned up, he didn't think Braman cared about this kind of stuff, then looked forward, to the smiling face of Kyrano.

As the men got closer together their smiles widened. Grandma kissed Jeff's cheek before letting go of his arm and letting him step towards Kyrano and hold his hands. The two men stared into each other's eyes, their love for each other growing by the second, it was their day, surrounded by the people he loved.

This day was perfect, and if this is how his new future starts, the future is going to be amazing.

#this will b posted to AO3 when i remember #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #jeff tracy #kyrano #thunderbirds kyrano #alan tracy #scott tracy #thunderfam #thunderpride #thunderpride 2023

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tracybirds · 1 year

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Will you really write a fic based on the song on your Spotify wrapped list that corresponds with the number I give you? Really??

Can't go past my favourite number, which is 42 (for reasons!).

:D I will!! You know how I love writing fics that tie into music! The songs always go in interesting directions that are simply fun to explore <3 Thank you for sending this through!!

Anyways No. 42 is "Coming Down" by Halsey (who I only sporadically listen to ahaha but I don't tend to listen to many songs on repeat so that feels vaguely right) and this song was definitely a challenge in many ways so I hope you enjoy!!

Lyrics:

I found a saviour I don’t think he remembers ‘Cause he’s off to pay his crimes And he’s got no time for mine

Every single night pray the sun will rise Every single time make a compromise

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His hand fell cold on her shoulder and she looked up at a sardonic smile.

“Never forget who you are, Tanusha.”

The words gather inside her and she quickly looks up at the tall man standing beside her. He’s scowling, talking grim words she doesn’t understand with her father who catches her eye. His face softens, like he can’t see the chill that envelopes her.

She read about hypothermia once, people who lost limbs and sense as they froze. She knows that their rescuers pack heat around their heart, make their choices and sacrifices to save a life.

The unwavering sunlight falls around her and she can see the heat rising from the dusty road but still, she feels the cold.

His cold.

“Have you told your father of this particular talent?”

She hasn’t. She doesn’t remember when it began. She doesn’t remember a time before him.

He laughs and her father steps in front of her, blocking him from her view.

Another laugh, this time only visible in his eyes and echoing inside her head.

“I’ll be seeing you again.”

***

She’s sent a world away; she looks down from the skies at mountains and deserts and cities.

She watches and she learns and he’s silent.

It’s not until she lies down to sleep that he begins.

Nothing but words, endless words, but they resonate inside her, whispering truths she’d rather not hear.

No-one sees and no-one knows.

She fades instead and when she goes home, she feels out of place among vibrant colours and bright sun. She suits the dull, grey skies of England, the clouds drawing close around her like a blanket she can burrow beneath.

His claws dig deep and he won’t relinquish his mastery over her mind, the assaults growing more and more regular as she ages, so she strengthens herself in other ways, finds comfort in the perfect control over her body, her speech, her heart. He can’t take away her determination to do what’s right nor her spirit to defy him.

Her father works for the tall man now, and she calls him by his name. Jeff doesn’t see her either, not really, only smiles absently at the girl he thinks he saved. She doesn’t smile back and he takes her to meet his sons, not knowing how gleefully he rifles through the day’s memories every night.

It occurs to her that they should have killed him.

Then she sees something he must not and they watch as her eyes widen in what they imagine is awe.

They can’t see the hurried barrier she draws up as she stakes her claim in the ground.

She wakes with the sun and he rages with the dawn.

No more.

This mind is hers.

***

Her father credits the ocean air and the sunshine for her return. She’s still quieter than he’d like, still wary and cautious in a manner he cannot account for. But she’s bold and sure and happy and life is good.

The incessant pounding as he hurls insults that she refuses to hear fades into static, an unsettling undercurrent that she carefully directs away from the internal workings of International Rescue.

One day, the onslaught slows to a halt and her mind echoes with a silence she’s never known.

She walks in a daze, ignoring the boys’ calls.

“He’s out,” is all she says, and Jeff leaps into action.

She knows his greatest power is to provoke response and she tries to warn him, begs him to listen, to stop. He races ahead and he laughs and laughs in her mind and she can do nothing but watch as he vanishes forever.

He escapes with nary a scratch, slipping through hands tied with red tape. Her father chases after him, intent on paying the price for failure. He follows him into exile and doesn’t look back at those he leaves behind.

She sits and doesn’t dwell, watching as the GDF eliminates safehouses and hives of the criminal underworld.

They won’t find him there.

She knows he isn’t trying to hide.

It occurs to her that he isn’t the only one who might be able to exploit their connection. She chases a winding thread outside herself, across seas and mountains, through city after city, until she stands over him with a gun to his head.

The familiar glint sharpens his smile and her hand shakes as they look at each other for the first time in over a decade.

“I see you remember, Tanusha.”

“I’m nothing like you.”

“You’re exactly like me. All the world, ours for the taking.”

“It won’t be yours.”

“Yes,” he breathes. “Ruthless. Without mercy. You’ve learnt without being taught. What talent you could have had if your father hadn’t interfered.”

“My father loved me.”

“Your father hid from the truth. He refused to see it, coward that he was.”

“He is not a coward.”

His lips curl into a sneer.

“He hides even now. Content to serve a lesser man all those years when he could have seized it all.”

He leans up with bright eyes and she snarls, forcing him away from her.

The night air carries his whisper like a song.

“What a waste.”

There’s a roar in her ears and she raises her arm, no longer shaking but steady and sure. Her father had paid his brother’s penance for too long, the first in a long line of suffering at her uncle’s hand.

She can hear his voice in her ear, murmuring encouragements and accusations of bloodlust and cowardice. Like her uncle and like her father and she can’t escape even her finger trembles over the trigger.

“Tanusha, no!”

She looks up with a jolt at the cry and the Hood laughs in delight.

“Ayah?”

Her vision blurs as his anger spikes through her. He’s never truly tried to break down her defences before. He’d let her have them, she realises, he’d let her play at guarding her secrets but he isn’t playing anymore as he reaches out to strike her.

“Tanusha!”

Her father’s voice is muffled, soaking into her woollen mind from far away. She’s desperate to hear even the faintest note of him but her uncle is everywhere, in her mind, in her heart, in her soul. He reaches out, sending shockwaves along her nervous system and she cries out.

“Tanusha.”

Her name resonates within her, three clean notes that echo with her father’s insistence.

“You are more than this, you are more than him.”

I’m not, she cries, but he can’t hear her. He’s never heard her.

“Stand tall. Stay strong. I love you, but I cannot help you anymore.”

She breathes to the rhythm of his words, holding them close, and letting them grow inside her. She knows he’s right; she can do what he never could, she can fight back. She thinks of them all, her family, who never knew she’d need them this way and she blindly reaches out for their strength.

There’s surprise, there’s fear, there’s anger, there’s curiosity, there’s faith.

But they know her, they recognise her and all else falls away. They lend her courage, they lend her kindness, they lend her assurance. Her vision clears and she looks up at her uncle, too busy laughing to see she’s slipped out from his grip.

She looks up and she’s clear of him for the first time in her life. She no longer feels the twisted revenge the drives deep in her gut, no longer makes a compromise with her conscience to do what never needed to be done.

She lifts the gun and shoots and he falls.

He falls, the slumber quick and deep and she looks across at her father who no longer needs to sacrifice his soul for her.

“It’s done,” she says, and her words echo in the dark room instead of an empty mind. “The GDF can pick him up now. Let him face justice.”

Her father stumbles as he runs to her, his hands roaming over her arms and face to check her over.

“He will not receive justice,” he says quietly, barely glancing at the brother he never knew. “They will execute him.”

She shrugs.

“Then that will be as he deserves.”

#kayo kyrano #the hood #kyrano #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #sometimes i fic

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