New Fic: Pallbearer
May. 26th, 2021 01:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackwabbitPallbearer
Fandom: Star Trek Discovery
Rated: G
Category: Drabble. Culmets. RickyVerse. Sad. Grief. I’m Sorry For This One. Literal Fluff Still. But No Metaphoric Fluff This Time.
Time Frame: Post-“Despite Yourself” and Pre-“Saints of Imperfection.” You know. That time. Likely sometime around “Will You Take My Hand?”/later season one. Open.
Spoilers: “Despite Yourself,” I suppose. Nothing specific. But you know. That thing.
Summary: It had been her honor. Truly. Even if she’d never wanted it.
Note: Another Ricky story, because I just can’t help myself.
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Fandom: Star Trek Discovery
Rated: G
Category: Drabble. Culmets. RickyVerse. Sad. Grief. I’m Sorry For This One. Literal Fluff Still. But No Metaphoric Fluff This Time.
Time Frame: Post-“Despite Yourself” and Pre-“Saints of Imperfection.” You know. That time. Likely sometime around “Will You Take My Hand?”/later season one. Open.
Spoilers: “Despite Yourself,” I suppose. Nothing specific. But you know. That thing.
Summary: It had been her honor. Truly. Even if she’d never wanted it.
Note: Another Ricky story, because I just can’t help myself.
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Tracy had always enjoyed her height.
Being on the literal same level with most of the guys was nice.
That is, until Hugh's family insisted on a traditional burial. Until she took one look at Paul and knew what she had to do.
It had been her honor. Truly. Even if she’d never wanted it.
And she'd managed it. Her training had served her well. Somehow, she'd kept it together.
But now, as she curls into a ball on Paul's couch, with him finally sleeping in the next room, it all comes apart.
And Ricky, bless him, catches it all.
