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lunalillyhbhb · 5 months

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Roommates Ch.2

It's the middle of the night when I hear a faint knock on my door, awaking me from my sleep. I groggily open my eyes, feeling my heart thrum gently at 94 bpm, unaware of who could possibly be knocking at this time. I hear the door knob jangle ever so softly. Shit. Did I lock my door? I don't think so.... I've never locked it before unless I'm leaving. Shit. The door's unlocked.

I hear the hinges creak as the assailant enters my room, opening slowly so as to not make any noise. My heartbeat, already fast, picks up even more, slowly beginning to squeeze harder. I hold my breath which in turn further accelerates my the pounding, and I curse my reactive heart. What if she's beating loud enough for the person to hear? Do they know I'm awake?

I wait with baited breath, as I slightly shift my eyes in the direction of the noise. I see a rough outline of a man, taller than me by at least a foot maybe, with lean muscular arms hidden beneath a loose shirt.

It's.... my roommate? What's he doing inside?

He meanders to my table, and I hear the contents getting gently pushed around....he's looking for something. My wallet? No.... I've never kept my wallet out in the open like that.

"...shit...where is it?" I hear him curse under his breath. "...aha!" He whispers, loud enough to have woken up anyone who could have been sleeping. If he was level-headed, he'd know that any normal person would've woken up by now. My fear slowly turns into curiosity as I wonder, what was he looking for in my room?

I see him fiddle with whatever item he's found for a while, and he slowly tip toes his way to my bed. My heart which had just started to calm down, starts pounding in my chest. What is he going to do with me? Should I scream?

I feel a dip form beside my and I close my eyes shut, hoping he's buying my act of sleeping, praying my heart isn't vibrating the mattress. I hear soft clacking sounds and rubber, and feel my shirt getting pulled up.

Oh God.... Am I in danger? And I'm not wearing a bra right now.... What does he want to do with me?

Cold fingers touch my torso and I do everything in my power to not flinch. The fingers gently slide over my stomach, slowly making his way to the space between my breasts.... His gentle caress displays no malice. For some strange reason, I feel safe.

His fingers gently press into my sternum and suddenly I remember my heart, beating frantically in anticipation. Is he...feeling my heart?

"....there you are. Found you" he mumbles under his breath. I suddenly feel something cold and circular press into my tricuspid valve.

It's a sensation I'd know anywhere immediately, one which has provided me with comfort and pleasure.

It's my stethoscope.

He's stething me.

He inhales sharply and stays absolutely still. I imagine the sounds of my drum permeating through him. pounding so loud at this point it could deafen his ears. What does he think of her? Does he like her? Is she singing for him? I too want to listen to her so badly.

My heart contracts more forcefully, and I feel the steth bouncing off my chest, pushing away his fingers with each pump, thudding with such intensity.....I've never felt her beat like this. She's never done this for me, but for him she suddenly changed..... What is he doing to her?

What does he think of her??

"......Wow. You're so.....so beautiful" he mumbles.

My heart throbs in my clit, and I feel a familiar wetness between my legs, pleasure coursing through my veins, fueling my pleasure with each hammering beat inside me, pounding so hard I can feel it down. My fingers itch to touch myself, to see how far I can push my heart, show him just how desperate my little slut of a heart can beat for him. But I can't, not right now. According to him, I'm still "asleep"

"Christ.... your heart..... she's pounding so hard in my hand"

Yes I know! Please, please praise her more!

"ughh..... I wish you could feel what these beautiful beats are doing to me... SEE what it's doing to me..... No... no I need to take care of this."

He suddenly gets up, bed creaking loudly, still not expecting me to be awake. He drops my precious steth into the chair and in a hurry makes his way outside. Just before he softly shuts the door, from the corner of my eye, I see a bulge in his pants.

Did I do that to him? Did my attention whore pump do this to him?

Will he.....come by again?

As soon as I hear my door click, my fingers plunge into my pleasure zone, sliding inside so easily with how wet and dripping I was. I cover my mouth with the other hand, unable to curb the moans peeling through my entire body as I am hit with waves of pleasure, chest heaving heavily as beads of sweat form. My needy heart, devoid of the sudden attention cries out for him, slapping inside messily, squeezing herself dry with each powerful beat till the point my chest hurts.

I am filled with the need to hear him, to properly introduce him to my heart, and to properly help him through with what my heart does to him. It's the least I can do.

#fast heartbeat #cardiophile #heartbeat fic #female heartbeat #cardiophile story #cardiophile fic #heartbeat kink

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saradika-graphics · 7 days

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hi there! absolutely love what you do for us here! i was wondering if you could make some black and green dividers that look sort of like a heart monitor? i'm thinking similar to the album cover "life is killing me" by type o negative? and maybe just some basic black and green dividers to go with it, like, lines or anything that would fit in with that theme?

thank you so much!! <33

Hi yes! I actually made a couple heartbeat dividers before, so I made a few changes & updated the colors. Hope you will like these!! 🖤💚

#dividers #tumblr dividers #fic dividers #aesthetic dividers #type: dividers #theme: heartbeat #theme: heart #color: black #color: green #perotovar

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lygma-nygma · 13 days

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Thinking about writing a fic where a “post getting kicked off of robin” Tim actually gives in and says yes to Jason pressuring him to become his sidekick.

But instead of being super angsty or dark Tim decides the best way to get his “revenge” is to become a plague on Richard John Grayson’s home. Mainly, Titans Tower.

This culminates with Jason, Tim, and Steph getting a bunch of their friends together and making their own team (led by Cassie and Jason) called ‘The EVIL Teen Titans.’ They’re just like the normal titans when it comes to saving people and stuff, it’s just that sometimes they decided to attack Titans Tower for their own enrichment.

Basically they’ve become the Titans own Injustice League. Except they’re not actually trying to kill the Titans off, they just get into fights with them. In fact some members of the JL are even encouraging this. After all the regular attacks help the Titans pinpoint holes in their defences.

Dick has never been more tired.

#nygma rambles #this was definitely based on those ‘young justice would turn evil for each other in a heartbeat’ posts #because yeah they would #I think they should lock the robins in a tower and have them beat the shit out of each other more often #I don’t think dick would like it all that much but unfortunately for him I do think it would fix the rest of them #batfam #batfam au #fic idea #should I do character tags?#I’ll just do the main ones #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson

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spiderlandry · 10 months

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thinking about spider-man ethan landry who can hear your heartbeat speed up when he gets closer or when you’re around him …

he really denies that it has to do with him at first—he thinks it might be because you have a crush on somebody else in the group due to his time with you only being in a group setting

you dont act differently around him, you dont stumble around your words like he does around you, so why would you have a crush on him? the signs arent there

he was so, so wrong. he finds out soon enough when youre supposed to meet with chad and tara for a “group thing” and you dont know he was also invited.

you get there, and chad and tara are nowhere to be seen—only ethan is there. you decide to hang out with each other anyway, and as you’re both standing, he hears your heartbeat get faster when he takes a step closer.

he is dumbfounded. throughout the night, he tests the waters by putting a hand on your arm when youre in a crowd, under the guise of not losing you, and your heartbeat gets even quicker. he stays close to you, watching for any signs you’re uncomfortable, but he sees you genuinely smile at him and only him.

by the end of the night, hes trying to muster up the courage to ask you if you like him, but he doesnt want to sound childish (after all, youre not in high school anymore, who says “like”??), but much to his surprise—

you kiss him.

when he asks what that was for, you tell him that you couldnt wait any longer. turns out youve been paying attention to how much he’s been looking out for you.

you both get a text from chad and tara. ethan gets one from chad, you get one from tara.

it says the same thing: how was your date?

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #maybe i’ll write a full fic who knows #i wanted to write more about ethans spiderman duties but i didnt know how to fit it in #but yeah i could not stop thinking about the heartbeat thing so i had to write it #scream 6 x reader #ethan landry thoughts 💭

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tornado1992 · 3 months

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“One way dream” but it’s a lullaby Sonic sings or hums for Tails while hugging him whenever there’s a thunderstorm so he doesn’t get too scared.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #they’re brothers your honor #I know the skies ahead are vast and clear is not a too fitting lyric to sing in a thunderstorm but hey he’s trying #he just wants his brother to know that he’ll always be there for him #thunderstorm sonic and tails fics wreck my heart #just how i like it #they are cosmic truth #Sonic would sing it to soothe tails #but what really does the trick is tails being snuggled close enough to sonic that he can hear his heartbeat #sonic headcanon #headcanon

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galaxygirl8880 · 6 months

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Sick!Cale au where roksoo Transmigrates a year before cannon, just as Cale is attending a doctor's appointment. He blinks and suddenly he's in a completely different room with a doctor telling him the results of a bunch of tests he's SURE AS HELL didn't take.

He kind of pauses for a minute assessing his surroundings like the smart boy he is and then the doctor gets to the diagnosis.

"(something something, doctor talk).. with the rarity of the disease and lack of a cure, I'm afraid I have to inform you that it is very likely you have less than two years to live."

He files the information in the back of his mind for a moment and asks the doctor to give him a few minutes alone- and then proceeds to figure out where the fuck he is and have a mini freakout session about how he's DYING.

Okay they discuss the almost-helpful treatments and stuff and he realizes that the only way he can prolong his lifespan is to collect the healing ancient power.

He goes back to the Henituse mansion and effectively avoids questions about where he's been and has another small panik about what to do.

I'm imagining that once he gets the vitality of the heart he still has to be cautious about his condition. His brand new shiney ancient power explains how it's keeping his illness In check but it can't just get rid of it entirely because he got the ancient power after the illness started becoming an issue.

(Cale felt a bit like Taylor in that moment)

He very much does not tell anyone about the possibility that he may drop dead one day if he's not carefully because?? They're still basically strangers?? He knows and trusts no one in that house??? (Ron was suspicious but Cale made no plans of telling him any time soon.)

Then he got alarmingly used to the dull pain in his chest just as he got used to living as Cale.

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Scrapped because I felt like it was too similar to some of my other prompts :v

He probably has an irregular heartbeat

#tcf #trash of the count's family #tcf fic idea #lout of the counts family #cale henituse #ron molran #The dragons probably noticed first #but like- when they're just meeting cale. so they don't exactly care too much yet?#raon probably kept that info in the back of his mind #then as cale and raon got closer #he gets more worried #just imagining raon lay on cale's chest listening to his heartbeat.#tcf fic #raon miru #galaxy's scrapped pile

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cor-obscenum · 11 months

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I'm in a HUGE mood for Cardi C lately so I had to write this fic for your flustered cardinal needs. Sorry for those expecting the resurrected Terzo one, but I promise I'm working on it ^^

Behind the Grucifix (Cardinal Copia x GN reader)

Summary: you and the Cardinal share an intimate moment in the hallways of the Ministry, getting a thrill out of the risk of getting caught.

Tags: 18+, MDNI, kissing, teasing, body worship, soft cardiophilia, ear stething, I guess also mild hierophilia (cassock kink? lol)

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"Amore, er, are you sure you want to do this? W-what if we get caught?" Copia asks you, his cheeks turning a deep crimson. His back is pressed against the wall of a dimly lit corridor while your chin rests on his shoulder and your hands on his hips.

"Hmmm…" you reply coyly, pulling away slightly to face him, your hands going upwards and playfully tugging on the pellegrina of his cassock. Your gaze lowers from his blushed face to his chest, where his sparkly Grucifix dangles. It looks so pretty on him, yet it would look prettier if you took it off to explore what's behind the buttons of his cassock, you think.

"Wh-what are you doing, amore?" He stutters, his voice hoarse as you twirl the soft fabric between your fingers.

"I'm just touching your pellegrina, Cardi. I think it looks so pretty on you. It really flatters your body."

"O-okay… Thanks, I guess…" Copia gulps, his heart hammering in his chest. The poor man is so flustered, yet so eager to feel your touch on his body. He wants you so badly, right there.

"Just relax… Being nervous isn't good for your blood pressure. You remember what the doctor said, don't you?" You tease him with a chuckle, your hands now sliding under the pellegrina and laying flat on his chest.

He takes a few deep breaths, his chest going up and down under your hands. You feel his heartbeat, pounding hard inside his ribcage, and you can't help but smile, a slight blush creeping on your face. There it is, your beloved little jewel that beats inside his chest, right behind the Grucifix. You just love his heart and how hard it beats for you.

Then Copia cannot hold himself back anymore and his primal instincts speak louder. His hand reaches the nape of your neck and his lips part as he leans in against you. Both hearts thud in your chests as he feels you giving in, your lips parting, accepting him, and finally locking in a long, passionate, steamy kiss. Your hands still on his chest, you delight in feeling his heartbeat react to the kiss, racing as fast as you've never felt before. The sensation of your hands on his chest sends a shiver down his spine, and although he's a little self-conscious about his racing heart, he lets you indulge in your little interest, and places his hands upon yours, letting you feel the acceleration and heaviness of his heartbeat to your heart's content. He had longed for your touch, it's the best feeling in the world for him.

When you finally pull away from the kiss, panting softly, your fingers turn to the Grucifix in his chest, as you delicately unhook it from the button it was dangling from. "May I?" You ask gently.

"Wh-what? O-okay… Go ahead…" he stutters between gasps, and you start slowly unbuttoning his cassock, exposing the soft, sparsely hairy skin of his chest. His eyes flicker shut and you start trailing little kisses from his neck to his collarbone, sending shivers down his spine and earning small whimpers of pleasure from him.

Your lips graze the warm skin from his collarbone to his sternum, nuzzling softly. "You're so hot, Cardi. I love the way you feel." You whisper, lips pressed against his heart, earning from him a string of raspy thank-yous. And finally, you rest your ear over his heart to hear the sound you love the most in the world: his fast, flustered, infatuated heartbeat.

Copia exhales, his face flushing brightly as he feels your ear pressed against his chest. Your touch, your breath against his skin, the cute smile on your face and your soft coos as you listen to his heartbeat - all those sensations are so overwhelmingly amazing to him. Intoxicating, even. His heart is hammering so hard against his ribcage it feels almost painful to him, yet it's a delicious sensation, and the fact that you enjoy it so much makes it even more pleasurable to your Cardinal. He wants your pleasure, it's all that matters to him.

You sigh, relishing on the fast thumpthumpthump against your ear, envisioning the heart muscle working hard to pump all that blood through his body. The heart is truly a wonderful organ, you think. After listening to the gorgeous sound for a couple delightful minutes, you pull away slightly and move your lips towards his nipple, where you give it a gentle nibble, followed by even gentler sucking and kissing.

"Amore?! W-what are you doing?" His breath hitches on his throat, his face a bright shade of red. "Oh… I mean, don't stop. This feels… Nice". He moans softly, clutching the fabric of your shirt as you play with his nipples. He had never had anyone give so much attention to that part of his body before, and it feels oddly wonderful.

You pull away gently to remove his belt before moving on to unbuttoning his cassock over one of your favorite parts of his body, his soft belly. He's always felt self-conscious about that part of his body, but you knew how to make him feel loved every time you gave it attention. You begin to trail kisses from the bottom of his sternum to his bellybutton, gently kneading the soft flesh as you kiss.

Until your caresses are cut short by a terrified scream from Copia.

"AI, CAZZO! AMORE, STOP!" He shouts, hastily buttoning his cassock. You turn to face the figure standing in the opposite side of the hallway, staring at the two of you with an expression that looked not happy.

Secondo has his hands on his hips, a firm scowl on his face as he silently judges the two of you. After all, you were on your knees right in front of Copia, in a pose that looked like... You know what.

"I-i-it's not what it looks like, I promise! We were... We were just... Eh..." Copia sputters, trying to explain himself, his face red as a tomato. Secondo just walks away, shaking his head and grumbling to himself.

Silence. Uncomfortable silence.

"Well... I guess we should go somewhere more private?" You suggest, embarrassed.

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost fanfiction #copia #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #cardiophilia #cardiophilia fic #heartbeat kink

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lunalillyhbhb · 6 months

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Roommates

Chapter 1

The room I've rented out for the next 3 months is in a nice 3 bedroom house, with a shared bathroom and basic kitchen amenities. It's a 15 minute drive from the hospital I'll be interning at, and has all the basic stores around me in walking distance. My room is a single bedroom, window facing the busy streets. The other 2 rooms are occupied by a couple (mid 20s) in the master bedroom, and a man in his late 20s. All of us know of each other, but rarely ever interact, with our schedules never lining up. Which is perfect for me. Most of the time when I'm home, the house is empty and I'm free to do whatever I want.

Being in my mid 20s myself, my body is for most part full of vigor and energy, but mentally waay too tired. With rotations going on, I'm pushed to my limits almost every day, trying my best to impress the residents and other doctors around me.

It's the middle of the week, and my night shift finally gets over at 6 am. It's been a rough day so far, and I decide that I really need some time to myself, to let of steam in a healthy way. Already looking forward to playing with my toys, I rush back, ideas running through my head. Running up the stairs, I feel my heartbeat pick up pace, and my arousal grows. I jangle the keys in the lock in a hurry and quickly step in, fully expecting the house to be empty, as it usually is in the mornings. A quick peruse through the rooms confirms my suspicions, and the locked doors tells me no one is home, perfect.

I rush into my room, half heartedly closing the door behind me and messily removing my shirt and pants, stripping down to bra and underwear. My heart starts thundering in my chest and the familiar ache spreads throughout my body, from my chest slowly making its way down to my clit. I grab my steth and phone, select my favourite heartbeat video I can find on youtube, and start stething myself.

With one ear in the steth and the other ear listening to the video, a cacophony of strong thuds fills my brain, echoing inside all corners of my body. I feel my underwear dampen, and know that I'm close. Very close. A soft moan escapes my mouth and I slide my fingers between my throbbing clit, fully wet and needy for more stimulation.

As I start rubbing faster, I suddenly hear the door next to me click.

Shit.

Someone's home.

What do I do? My eyes quickly dart to my door and to my horror, it's slightly ajar. Anyone in the hall could catch a glimpse of me in this extremely vulnerable position.

My mind goes into panic and my already fast heart starts beating much, much more strongly. I feel her squeezing each muscle with her all, and my chest vibrates with every hammering beat and sweat dots my chest.

Somehow.....I am even more turned on. The fear of this situation has kicked my heart into overdrive, and I feel my fingers working faster, weaving its way into all my sweet spots.

Outside my door, I hear feet shuffling and catch a glimpse of my male roommate.

Am I heard? Am I quiet enough? Is my heart pounding so loudly that he can hear it? Did her hear my moans?

The feeling of the possibility of being heard further pushes my heart to her limits, and I try my best to not let my moans escape me. My body shakes and quivers more, unable to resist the waves of pleasure overcoming me. My heartbeat pounds loudly in my ears and my pussy is soaking wet and at my highest, i cup my mouth unable to curb the soft moan that escapes.

finally, a few seconds after, post nut clarity hits. Fuck what was I thinking? He definitely heard me. Or did he? I stay absolutely still on my bed and try to hear out for any noises. A few seconds pass, I hear a soft sigh and feet shuffling back to the door. With a soft click I confirm that he's back in his room and his door is closed.

Immediately jumping into action, I shut my door close, stethoscope still pressed firmly into my heart and phone video long since over. I hear as my heart beats faint but so quickly, I can't believe I almost exposed myself to a complete stranger! That too my roommate? Who knows what he would've done if he felt uncomfortable, he might've complained to the landlord and had me kicked out!

Next time I ever decide to play with myself, I better make sure no one is around, no matter how tired I am.

#heartbeat fic #cardiophile #female heartbeat #cardiophile story #heartbeat kink #stethoscope

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skywalkervahnya · 2 years

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One of the best Kryptonian romantic tropes is the definitely the whole memorizing/listening to/finding the other person’s heartbeat it gets me every time. The concept of being so familiar with someone and loving them so much that you can pick their heartbeat out of millions of people in a city is insane and it makes me want to cry every time

#yeah this is about timkon but it applies to any relationships with a kryptonian #timkon #superbat #stephkara #jonjay #clois #it just makes me feral #and when it’s in a fic and they mention using the sound of their heartbeat to fall asleep #pure insanity #conner kent #clark kent #kara danvers #karacassie #jon kent #superboy #supergirl #Superman

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katblu42 · 2 months

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Symphony

Been thinking about this one a bit over the last few days, so I thought I'd give it a bit of a re-run.

It's just a bit of fluffy, music-related Earth and Sky.

Scott tore his eyes away from the unread emails, stretched his arms above his head, let out a long breath and turned the chair away from the desk to face Virgil at the piano.

“I like this one. What’s it called?”

“It doesn’t really have a name.”

“I’ve heard you play it before, though. Did you write it?”

There was the slightest hint of hesitation in Virgil’s response, although the music never wavered.

“I guess you could say that. I haven’t ever really thought about notating it.”

“Aren’t you concerned you might forget it?”

A wry smile crept across the musician’s features, but he said nothing.

“You should write it down. And come up with a name for it.”

Virgil tilted his head a little by way of considering the notion, then asked “Why do you like it? What does it make you think of?”

Scott stood, stretching more muscles, letting the music carry his thoughts away from TI paperwork as his gaze drifted upwards.

“Well, I like the way the melody climbs and swirls. It kind of reminds me of flying. And there’s a feeling of constant motion, fast, easy – sort of free.” He closed his eyes for a moment before returning his gaze to his brother. “In some ways it kinda reminds me of Dad.”

Virgil’s response began with the quirk of an eyebrow and the hint of a smile.

“Funny you should say that . . .”

“Why? Is it about Dad?”

Virgil finished the last phrase, letting the final chord hang in the air before taking a slow breath and looking up at his big brother.

“No. It’s you.”

“Me?” Sapphire eyes widened with surprise bordering on shock, and his forehead creased in puzzlement. “You wrote a song about me?”

Virgil looked back at the piano.

“Not exactly. It’s more like . . .” His gaze drifted upward. “It’s hard to explain. It’s sort of how I hear your presence, or your essence or something . . . I don’t know.” His voice trailed off into mumbles and a shrug.

Scott was left speechless, staring at his brother’s awkward uncertainty, as the significance of his own interpretation of the music and what it represented really hit home. It took him a moment, and he had to work to bring moisture back into his mouth before he finally found his voice again.

“Do . . . do you have something like this for all of us?”

Virgil felt the heat of a blush rising in his cheeks, and he didn’t look up from the piano.

“Uh, yeah. I sort of do.” His hands drifted back to the keys and a new piece of music began, one with a complimentary theme to Scott’s. It was in the same key, had the same tempo, and still embodied that sense of soaring movement, but this one felt somehow bigger, more far-reaching – almost heroic.

Scott let out a gasp. “Is that . . .? This one is . . . It’s Dad, isn’t it?”

Virgil gave a single nod.

“It fits with yours. Like the second theme in a sonata-allegro.” Virgil glanced over at his brother, taking in the blank look at the musical term. “That’s the usual form for the opening movement of a symphony.” His eyes drifted closed as he played, and he sighed. “I can hear them both in counterpoint, but I can’t play both at the same time and do them justice. I’d need an orchestra for that.”

Dumbfounded at this revelation, Scott could only marvel at his brother’s musicality. Here he was listening to these amazing musical creations that rendered larger than life, full-colour images in his mind, and Virgil was complaining that what he could do with the piano alone was not enough. He didn’t think he could even imagine what this music must sound like inside Virgil’s head.

The music came to a stop and Virgil turned again to look up at Scott.

“The variations on these two themes would encompass something like what I hear for Grandma and Kayo, a little of Brains, some of Grandpa . . .” he turned away again, “then everything would come back to you and Dad.”

For a moment silence hung between them. Virgil’s fingers flexed, as though the music within him was searching for a way out as they reached once again for the piano keys. A new piece of music began. This one slower, gentler, quieter in terms of movement if not exactly in terms of volume. Scott felt this one was more thoughtful and emotional. It brought to mind light and colour and had a sense of space, but it also somehow felt warm.

“Mom?” The smallest possible upward inflection made it a question, which was answered with another nod and the soft smile that made his little brother look so much like her.

The melody moved and changed, built, swelled, adding a complexity in the musical patterns reminiscent of a conversation, an exchanging of information. The lightness now sparked imagery of stars. The feeling of space changed from that of a breeze in an open field to the vastness beyond Earth’s atmosphere. The gentleness was now reinforced with a sense of almost hidden strength – Scott thought that might’ve come from a stronger bass line, but he wasn’t sure.

“Is this . . . John?”

Virgil’s smile brightened. “You’re good at this.”

“No, the music speaks for itself. You’re the one painting these images of our family with notes and chords.”

The smile faltered as Virgil held the last chord, then he let his shoulders sink a little. Scott silently cursed himself for bringing back that awkward self-consciousness in his brilliant brother, but before he could say anything Virgil spoke again.

“I guess they would be the second movement if this were a symphony.” There was a brief pause, then he straightened back into his playing posture. “No prizes for guessing who the third movement is.”

This piece of music was a jaunty, up-beat number that seemed designed to make people move – to dance, to tap their feet or clap along. It definitely felt like a dance of some sort, and it contained hints of sea shanties, or maybe a sailor’s hornpipe. It was the musical equivalent of laughter, sunshine, pure happiness, and it had a lilt that moved like the sea.

“Gordon!” Scott exclaimed with a laugh.

The comparatively brief third movement came to its conclusion, but Virgil barely paused before beginning what Scott guessed to be the fourth.

“And that leaves . . .” Virgil spoke softly as he began the final theme.

This one was in march tempo, strong, bright, driving forward with a sense of heroic purpose, and bringing back some of that swirling, soaring movement from earlier. Scott could pick out hints of his own theme, and a faster version of parts of John’s, but the piece definitely had its own identity. There was a sense of urgency to it, as though the melody was trying to push the tempo into moving faster.

“Wow. Alan would love this,” Scott found himself thinking aloud.

Virgil stopped playing after the end of the next phrase.

“There would be more. If this was a symphony, I mean. The fourth movement would bring in some more of the other main themes, tie everything together, finish with a bit of fanfare.” Virgil was once again looking up at Scott, a mixture of curiosity and self-consciousness etched into his features. “You really think Alan would like it?”

“Virgil,” Scott answered with a sigh and a shake of his head as he took the few strides over towards the piano stool, “it’s amazing. All of it. The whole symphony.”

Virgil gave a shrug and his brow creased a little.

“There’s a lot more to it in my mind. Only so much can be translated through the piano.”

“Then orchestrate it.”

A sigh, a shake of the head and a hint of a smile was the only response. Scott firmly planted a hand on his brother’s shoulder and piercing blue eyes locked gaze with warm brown ones.

“I mean it, Virgil. Write your symphony. Give it the life it deserves.”

Scott could see the struggle to find the right words as Virgil’s eyes struggled to hold with his.

“I . . . It’s not mine, Scott, it’s . . .” Virgil lost the battle to keep looking at the determined pride in his big brother’s blue eyes. His gaze lowered and he focused on his hands. “I mean . . . it’s all of you. It’s not music I’ve created, it’s the music that you are.” Then, almost too quiet to hear, “At least to me.”

“So, you don’t want to share it?”

“I don’t know.”

“You said this symphony isn’t yours. I think you’re wrong. It’s very much yours. Something that you maybe want to hang onto, keeping it all for yourself. And that’s okay.” Scott shifted his grip, pulling his brother close. “After all, this is family – The Tracy Family Symphony. And if I’m the only one who ever gets to hear even this glimpse of what you carry in your heart, then I consider myself privileged.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fandom #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #scott tracy #fic reblog #i think he should orchestrate it #and share it with the world #and i think there should be a companion piece that's all Virgil #that maybe is built on something that's barely noticeable #and yet a fundamental part of each movement #like a heartbeat

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