#virgil tracy
Jeff Tracy appreciation time
Chapter 2 is gooo!
This is the climax of the story. Just one more chapter to go after this one.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38871735/chapters/97267014#workskin
Loose Cannon - Chapter 2 - JaybirdBlue - Thunderbirds [Archive of Our Own]
I hope you guys like it.
I just finished my latest TOS fic! I’m really excited about this one. I absolutely love how it turned out and I had so much fun writing it.
You guys should see this coming by now but just in case, it’s Alan and it’s angst. (Which covers about 90% of my repertoire )
Basically, Alan learns the hard way why you should follow orders.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38871735/chapters/97207560
Loose Cannon - Chapter 1 - JaybirdBlue - Thunderbirds [Archive of Our Own]
The following chapters will be uploaded in the next few days.
Renaming the Tracys
The One With The Prizeworthy Bitchface:
The One Who Is Done With All This Shit
The One Who Was Not Prepared For All This Shit
The One Who Had The Time Of His Life:
The One Who Was Put In Charge Of The Wrong Thunderbird:
The One Who Just Wanted To Get Paid:
I would have given them all 2 pics but alas, the ten pics a post limit
I’m so bloody proud of this
(Please don’t steal, I worked really hard on this)
Both look ideal
It was very odd, Lucy thought, as she watched Virgil sleep.
He’d been up for hours, wailing and refusing to be comforted. He wasn’t wet, he wasn’t feverish, had been doing all the important things babies do when they’re healthy…but still he would not sleep!
As the sun came up, Lucy tucked Virgil into the babywearing sling and shuffled into the kitchen to make herself a much-needed cup of coffee. Jeff would drop Scott off at preschool, and John, her quiet child, would give her no trouble, but she’d need all the moxie she could get to stay awake after this all-nighter.
Then a curious thing happened: The moment the fresh, hot brew sputtered into her cup, Virgil quieted. He blinked a few times, then yawned, and by the time she’d added milk and sugar, he was sound asleep.
Jeff thought she was nuts, but when she demonstrated a few nights later, he had to believe: Virgil, at the ripe old age of two months, loved coffee.
Two years later…
Lucy was nursing Gordon and drowsing in her chair, slowly rocking and humming to her sleepy, milk-drunk newborn. A tiny hand pulled on her pant leg, and she woke to see Virgil standing beside her. “Hello, sweetheart. What can Mommy do for you?”
“Mama coffee,” he said, pulling at her hand.
She chuckled. “Maybe you’re right, love. Maybe Mama does need a little bit.” She gathered Gordon up and rise from her chair, then put him over her shoulder to burp as the coffee brewed. She turned away to retrieve the milk from the fridge—and saw a tip-free tumbler next to her mug. There was Virgil, grinning at her.
“No, coffee is for grown ups, sweetie.” She went back to the fridge. “How about some apple juice?”
He shook his head. “Want coffee!”
She looked at him for a long moment, then said: “okay. Mama will make you your very own ‘coffee.’”
Virgil clapped his hands in delight.
Lucy poured his cup full of milk, added a half teaspoon of sugar, then splashed a small dollop of coffee from her cup into his. She stirred it well, blew on it until it was only lukewarm, snapped on the spill-proof lid, then handed it to him. “Here you are. Try that.”
She fully expected him to make a horrible face and tell her “ew, nasty!” However, Virgil climbed up on the chair next to her and promptly drank from his cup. His brown eyes lit up. “Good!”
“Oh dear God,” she laughed. “What have I done?”
Many years later…
Virgil stumbled into the kitchen, yawning. First things first: Coffee.
“You know,” said Scott, sitting at the table with his own cup, “I can’t remember when you didn’t drink coffee.”
“Oh?” Virgil poured a cup full of the elixir of life. “Hmm. Neither can I.” He gazed into his cup with a fond smile. “I dunno why, but it always reminds me of Mom.”
-End-
Awww, that last line….
Beautiful
Nutty
(Returned from first day back at work…have fallen on face)
::gasps:: This is the most adorable, wholesome thing in the world and I love it I love it I love it!! My new comfort fic!!
cg29:
@gumnut-logic@sonatanotwo it’s your boi! :D
Just saw this again and had to reblog. Beautiful art @ak47stylegirl
@alexthefly@janetm74@weirdburketeer have you seen this one?
Look at him go!! Go, Lil’ Virg, go!
I really shouldn’t.
Sorry, Virg.
Oh, and a language warning, sorry.
-o-o-o-
“Virgil, no!”
Scott grabbed his brother, but as always, he was no match for the anger-fuelled strength of those heavy lifting muscles and Virgil dragged him towards their group of rescuees, heels digging furrows into the dirt. “Goddamnit, Virgil, stop!”
But his brother wasn’t listening.
Scott had no idea what had set him off. Setting Virgil off was rare enough before coffee, on the job…it…birds had more teeth.
“Gordon! Get over here and give me a hand.”
He used his height as leverage to pull the man back, but Virgil snarled and attempted to shake him off.
He almost succeeded.
Gordon appeared, wide-eyed and grabbed at Virgil’s other side.
“Let me go!” His brother tried to throw both of them off and almost succeeded.
It was Scott’s turn to snarl. He flung himself in front of his brother and forcibly brought him to a halt. He had never seen so much anger on the man’s face. “Thunderbird Two!”
Virgil hissed between his teeth, but brown eyes finally latched onto Scott’s and he watched as sanity clicked into place.
Thank god.
“Talk to me, Virgil.”
“I’m sorry, Scott, that was my fault.” John’s voice was unusually tense. “I shouldn’t have told him.”
In Scott’s arms, Virgil suddenly went limp. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fucking assholes.” His brother turned and shook both of them off and stormed back towards his ‘bird, cursing the entire way.
Gordon stared at Scott, eyes still wide. “What the hell?” Virgil wasn’t one for profanity most of the time.
“What was that all about, John.”
“I’d rather not say.” John cleared his throat. “I will report at debrief.” And his space brother closed the connection.
“John?” Scott punched his comms. “Thunderbird Five!” But there was no answer.
Scott pressed his lips together and Gordon joined him in packing up the pod they had used to pull the tourist bus off the side of the mountain and trundling it into Two.
There was no sign of Virgil.
When International Rescue took off, it was Two that took the lead, his brother obviously still agitated and accelerating to match.
It wasn’t until all their rockets had been packed away in their hangars and their uniforms replaced by harmless cotton and flannel that John told him exactly who they had saved today and the legislation those people were responsible for and exactly what that legislation meant for young girls, young transpeople and society in general.
Scott’s mind locked up, caught between his core beliefs and reality.
Gordon snarled beside him.
But it was Virgil’s quiet sob as Grandma held him, that brought the truth home.
Everyone was worth saving.
Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
-o-o-o-
Oh Virgil… I can’t blame you for that one little bit, but I’m still so sorry it hurt. ::hugs both Virg and Nutty::
Why do I get the impression that EOS might be about to make her feelings known…?
Have some fluff!
What a completely perfect read on a hot day like today. I love the images you paint of all of them enjoying themselves - floating, fishing, letting their hair down (literally, in Kayo’s case). A gorgeous, relaxing, cheeky and completely wonderful bit of fluff. ❤️
I was speaking to Virgil earlier, you know the little random chats that come out when neither of you are doing anything in particular? It was one of those moments.
Me *watching him paint*: Which medium is your favourite?
Virg: I don’t have one.
Me: You must have, everyone has a favourite with everything.
Virg: I’m not touching that when there are five of us and you have a favourite of the day.
Me: That’s just to keep things fair. Come on, what’s your favourite?
Virg *clearly thinking about it carefully* Oil. *Points to his canvas with his brush*
Me: Oil? That looks really hard though.
Virg *shrugs , adding another careful brush stroke*:It was at first, and pretty scary. All the old masters painted in oil and I never thought I’d ever come close to being as good. I was so afraid of messing up and failing.
Me: Yet you still did it?
Virg: Yep. That’s the thing with oils, there is no such thing as failure. If you make a mistake, you wait for it to dry and paint over it. Everything can be saved, everything can be salvaged. You just have to trust yourself and try. It’s a good lesson for life too, even when something seems daunting and impossible, you should always try.
Me *staring at him like he’s a god*:
Virg : What? Why are you staring?
Me: You’re my favourite today.
For my birthday Gordon got a new friend. Welcome Virgil!!
Yay! Plushie FishTank goodness! And I completely love their respective shirts - gorgeous. Welcome Virgil!!