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sunnyrealist · 4 months

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Chapter 21: Melting and Melding

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: Sebastian and Kate are definitely a couple now. He asked if she'd like to accompany on him on a weeklong trip to the Highlands, since she will soon be on her summer holiday and he will have a rare week off of work. They decide to go on a date in Hogsmeade that night, thinking it might be fun to see the village so lively with all of the students celebrating the end of term.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x female OC (Kate Mayflower)

Content warnings: Dirty thoughts, trauma. In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI!

Art credit goes to Giselsann. Check her out if you're looking to commission some fan art @giselsann-opencommissions!

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Any kind of constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated. A comment, like, or Kudos would make my day!

Chapter 21: Melting and Melding

Their lips finally separating, both Sebastian and Kate slowly open their eyes again.

“I’ll see you very soon,” Kate tells him. “And don’t dress too formally. It will be casual in the village tonight.”

Sebastian goes in for another kiss because he just cannot help himself. Then, he holds her gently to his body. “I love you, Kate.”

“Love you, too,” she murmurs. “Bring clothes for tomorrow, alright?” There’s a glimmer in her eye when she smiles.

“Yes,” he replies, grinning as he understands exactly what she is implying. He finally lets her go. “Yes, I will.”

Kate opens the door for him, which Sebastian had swiftly repaired after their official house tour. It had concluded in the living room, where the shattered stained glass covered the floor just a few steps away in the foyer. It had been forgotten since the night before - they had been rather busy.

Sebastian doesn’t budge but simply gazes at her for a minute. “You’re so beautiful - you know that?” He pauses, watching her blush. “I still can’t believe you’re mine.” The light from a cloudless sky brightens around her yellow hair, almost like a halo. He reaches up and brushes a few strands of hair behind her ear. “You’re my sun.” He leans in close - close enough for her to feel his breath on her ear, and then he softly presses his lips to hers again. Whispering, he tells her, “I don’t want to leave you for even a minute.”

Kate chuckles quietly. “I don’t want that either, but I think you could use a change of clothes. And perhaps a shower. No offense.” She smiles. “Even I need some time to do the same.”

“Alright,” he finally concedes. “I’ll see you at thirty past five.” He steps outside.

“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” she quotes, wondering if he’ll understand the reference to the famous muggle play. It certainly feels like the balcony scene at the moment. Sebastian grins but shows no recognition. There will be plenty of time in the future to introduce him to Shakespeare, she thinks.

Sebastian turns around once more and waves before apparating away.

Sighing, Kate closes the door and heads into her bedroom. There’s so much to do in such a small amount of time. The sheets absolutely must be washed after what happened this morning. She’ll need to shower, hurry through her beauty routine, choose clothing, and more. She sits for a moment on the chair in her room and determines an efficient plan.

The grandfather clock loudly chimes five times, causing Kate’s heart rate to increase. She quickly pats the last of the cream on her face, then rushes out of the bathroom stark naked and scurries to the closet in her bedroom.

This will be the most difficult task of all - choosing a dress. It can’t be too fancy. Which flatters her best? Is there a certain color she should pick? She ultimately decides to stick with yellow, her favorite color - the one that Sebastian associates with her. She grabs a golden dress with blue polka dots scattered throughout and pale blue leaves adorning the top of the bodice. If she adds a blue ribbon to her hair, it will come together perfectly.

Throwing the frock on her bed - which still doesn’t have freshly laundered sheets as they are still hanging in the backyard - she goes to her dresser and fishes out a blue ribbon. Rushing back into the bathroom, she styles her hair half-up, half-down, tying the ribbon into a bow to secure a tiny ponytail.

Lingerie is an easy choice. A pale blue corset and lacy knickers with dainty little bows match her dress just right. Examining herself in the floor-length mirror, she admires her choice as she strings up the corset, lacing it as tightly as is comfortable. Her arse is mostly exposed, as the underwear doesn’t provide much coverage there. He’ll love that, she thinks, smirking to herself and reminiscing about their morning activities, when he grasped her cheeks hard and panted loudly as she rode him.

Just as she buttons up the bodice of her dress, there is a knock at the door. Shit! He’s early! She has no choice but to rush to open the door. Barefoot, her feet plod across the wooden floor.

The moment Kate opens the door, Sebastian steps in and pulls her into a kiss that leaves her breathless.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against her ear. “I know I’m early. I couldn’t stand waiting around…”

“It’s alright,” she replies softly, then pulls back to look at him.

Sebastian’s short chestnut hair is mostly slicked back, much more kempt than usual. He wears a white collared shirt under a brown vest and suspenders, which, considering the warmth of the day, is just right.

“You look very handsome, my moon,” she praises him, not hesitating to use her nickname for him; it’s beginning to become natural, easy.

“And gods, you look gorgeous, my sun,” he remarks, staring at her openly.

“So… I’m… I’m not quite ready yet,” she says, scrunching up her nose with a twinge of anxiety. “I still need to put on a few more things, and I never got the sheets off of the line in the back. I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s not your fault. It’s mine. I just… I can’t help myself when it comes to you. I knew the risk when I arrived early. I don’t mind waiting - or helping, if you’d like. Do you want me to get the sheets?” he asks, hoping to be of service.

Kate smiles, seeming surprised yet delighted. “Erm… yes! Yes, please… if you don’t mind.” She hands Sebastian the basket and watches him head back outside.

Realizing she has only a short amount of time before he comes back with the sheets, she dashes into her bedroom again, rustling through her dresser for blue stockings, pulling them on quickly and attaching them to her panties.

Sebastian returns, emerging into the bedroom with a smile and a full basket as Kate slips her boots on.

“Shall we fix up the bed?” he inquires, taking the bottom sheet out and handing her one side of the crisp white fabric.

Together, they put the bed back together, just like a married couple. The comparison doesn’t escape Kate’s notice.

Grasping the bouquet of sunflowers Sebastian immediately purchased the moment they stepped into Hogsmeade, Kate grins excitedly at all the hustle and bustle in town tonight. She meets Sebastian’s eyes.

“Thank you for dinner,” Kate says gratefully. “It was nice to not have to cook tonight.”

“Of course,” Sebastian replies. “I want to treat you so much more, though. Whatever your heart desires - just say the word. But for now, let’s get something sweet.”

He ushers her into Honeydukes as the sun begins to set. The lanterns in the village are beginning to light up.

Inside, the sweets shop is filled with students desperate for one last taste of their favorite sweets before it is too late. Kate waves as one of her seventh year student helpers from the library approaches, looking between her and Sebastian curiously and mischievously.

“So, is this the boyfriend you’re always daydreaming about, Miss Mayflower?” she asks, giggling. Then she quickly turns to address Sebastian. “She’s always staring into space and smiling, you know.”

“Hortensia!” Kate shouts, blushing furiously.

The student simply smirks and rushes away, calling out, “See you on Monday!”

Sebastian simply laughs as Kate huffs and puffs in disbelief.

There’s quite a line at the ice cream counter. They finally manage to order a hot fudge sundae to share after fifteen minutes of waiting. Sebastian carries it outside while gently grasping Kate’s hand, using his shoulder to open the door for her.

Luckily, a pair of students are vacating a small table just as they step outside. Dusk has fallen, and the string lights provide a rather romantic atmosphere.

“Oh, bollocks,” Sebastian frowns as they sit down, quite displeased. “I just realized I forgot to ask for an extra spoon.”

He gets up, ready to brave the Honeydukes crowd again, but Kate reaches across the table and gently pushes him back down to sit. “Don’t worry - we can just share the spoon, Sebastian. We planned to share this sundae anyway, right?”

Kate giggles as Sebastian feeds her the first bite of the sundae, and then laughs as she takes the spoon and does the same for him. The joy of magical ice cream is that it doesn’t melt for some time, so they’re able to just sit and enjoy themselves, chatting and people watching, instead of hurriedly shoveling it down.

“What kinds of things did you do in Hogsmeade when you were a student?” Kate asks Sebastian, amused by the antics of the students of varied ages passing by them. They’ve seen a lot in the half hour they’ve sat outside - couples letting go of their inhibitions in public, first years skipping down the street happily, some fourth years setting off fireworks, and lots of drunken seventh years - some laughing, some absolutely bawling, realizing that this is truly the end of their carefree days before saying goodbye to their friends and entering the workforce.

Sebastian sits back and smiles, going through his memories. “When my sister was well, we would go to the Three Broomsticks with our friend Ominis and get butterbeers. It was a great stress reliever. Sirona was great fun to talk to. She had the best stories and could brighten anyone’s day. Sometimes she’d give us a free round.” He takes a bite of ice cream, letting it melt in his mouth while he considers what else to share. “When Anne got sick, I usually shopped for things that might help her. I bought a shrivelfig here once, in hopes it might alleviate some of her pain for at least a little while. I had to special order it.” After a moment, a big grin comes over his face. “Did you know… that another student and I once took down a troll here in town?”

Kate coughs, shocked. “What?!”

“It’s true!” he laughs. “My friend Ruby was new to the school, and I brought her to town to get supplies. There’s… well, there’s really a lot more to the story, but to keep it short, a troll got into town and was wreaking havoc. Officer Singer was nowhere to be found - what a useless woman - so we took it upon ourselves to help. You wouldn’t believe all of the nice things the shopkeepers gave us afterwards.” He chuckles. “I felt so damn proud.”

“That’s madness!” Kate exclaims. “Nothing like that ever happened to me! And thankfully so!” She chuckles, then takes another spoonful of ice cream and becomes more thoughtful. “So… how are your friends these days? Ominis and Ruby?”

Sebastian looks down, not speaking for a few moments. When he does, he’s quiet - very difficult to hear. “I don’t know.”

“Surely you'd keep in touch if they were your best friends…” Kate suggests.

He shakes his head, frowning and looking distressed. “No. No, I haven’t.” The conversation has clearly taken a serious turn. “I… I don’t think they even know I’m out of Azkaban. It’s for the best.”

Kate feels hurt for him. “How could that be for the best? Sebastian, I’m sure they still care about you…”

He sighs. “All I did was make their lives worse. I’d hate to- to do it again. To d-disappoint them again.” His voice breaks.

“Worse? That can’t possibly be true, Sebastian.” She takes his hand.

“You don’t understand,” he replies softly. “My fifth year - I- I wasn’t myself. Things got so bad, Kate. The moment I got my hands on that bloody ancient relic, it was over. Our lives were destroyed because of me.”

Kate’s eyes are trained on her lap. “But before that… you were great friends. At least with Ominis - didn’t he live with your family?”

Sebastian nods, looking away.

“I just don’t know how you can believe you’ll disappoint everyone,” she replies sadly. “I mean, if you really think that, then why start a relationship with me?” Kate scoots her chair close to him, putting her hand under his chin and having him face her. “You know the truth. Sebastian, you’ve changed. You’re not an angry, reckless boy anymore. You’re a man who has had a lot of time to reflect. You’ve learned from your mistakes and want to do better. To do good. And I love you for it.”

He doesn’t respond but faintly smiles for a brief moment.

“You should reach out to them,” Kate suggests gently. “At least give them the choice of whether to correspond or meet up with you again.”

Sebastian sighs, and after several moments, he replies, “Maybe you’re right. I don’t know. I’ve just spent so long thinking they must hate me. I’ve never considered otherwise. I’ve thought that for many years now. I… I need some time to think about it.”

She nods and kisses his freckled cheek. Kate sits directly next to him quietly, holding his hand until the rest of the sundae melts and all that’s left is soup. Sebastian spends the time silently considering where his old friends might be and what they might be doing. Perhaps Ominis had been forced into an arranged marriage with a cousin by now. Maybe he’d even have children - as much as he didn’t want to produce any more Gaunts. And Ruby - who knows? She could be anywhere, doing anything with her powerful and rare ancient magic. Maybe she finally found some answers to her endless questions. He hopes so. He wishes them both well.

Eventually, it grows dark. Crickets begin to chirp.

Kate finally breaks the silence. “Let’s have fun the rest of the night, yeah?” She stands up, pulling Sebastian with her. “I’m sure the traveling band has started playing by now. Shall we find them?”

He suddenly slides his arms around her and hugs her tightly. “Thank you. For understanding that I needed a minute there.” When he lets her loose, he says, “Yes, let’s go on. I’d like to dance with the woman I love.” He kisses the top of her head and allows her to lead the way.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x oc #post azkaban sebastian #hufflepuff x slytherin #aged up sebastian

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if it's worth your time - prologue

Javy "Coyote" Machado x Female!Reader

“Are they a thing?” Javy leans in, talking to Jake quietly so no one else can hear him, watching you and Bob interact.

“No, they’re just really close. Have been since Top Gun. You’ve heard us talking about Mercy before,” he says, throwing a questioning glance at his friend.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think she was going to look like that,” he looks you up and down, your attention directed at Bob so you can’t see them.

I wasn't expecting to hit 300 quite that quickly, but here we are. Welcome new followers and hello again to all of you. I am very excited to be sharing this fic with you, it's been my little brain baby for the last two or three weeks. I planned something out for the first time ever and I'm really hoping that you all enjoy it. The plan had been to write the next part before posting, but I am incredibly impatient and excitable. This whole fic takes place two years after the events of Top Gun: Maverick, so I will be taking liberties as I please, but it is based on the thought that the twelve of them stick together as Dagger Squad. Feedback is very welcome, but I hope you end up loving this whole series as much as I do.

callsign: Mercy, it will be explained at some point in this story.

WC: 1.5k

series warnings: eventual smut, swearing, drinking, reader is a mom!, 18+ only. More warnings in each chapter.

chapter warnings: drinking, swearing, protective!Bob and Hangman.

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Two Times the Trouble

Walking back into the Hard Deck was a sentimental experience for you. You’d been stationed out at Lemoore for the last three years, and since the Navy had built their specialized team based on the Uranium Plant Mission, you had thought that was pretty much it for you. It was nice, having the stability and being close to your parents, but that hadn’t stopped the envy and disappointment you had felt when you couldn’t be selected to go back to Top Gun.

You had no intention of making an entrance, but that wasn’t to be the case when your name rings loud and clear across the music of the bar.

“Mercy! Is that you?”

Phoenix’s voice makes you laugh, because you’d only told Bob that you were coming back to town, namely because your daughter wanted to call and let him know that she’d see him soon, in her two-year-old, babbling manner.

Eyes flick towards you as you walk through the crowded bar, throwing a quick wave towards Penny. Phoenix moves quicker than you, throwing elbows to get people out of the way so she can wrap her arms around you in a tight hug.

“Missed you, Mercy,” she says softly so no one but you can hear her.

“You too Nix, missed you too,” you reply. Emotions are not something either of you really like to display in front of others, but there were moments, like now, that while you’d prefer your privacy, it’s been too long to not let emotions get the best of you.

You let go after a moment, eyes scanning the other pilots she was with for your best friend.

“He’s in the toilet,” she explains, and you laugh.

“Alright then, come and introduce to everyone I don’t know.”

Phoenix wraps a hand around your wrist, like you’re easily lost in the crowd. You do that to your daughter but never really think of people to doing the same to you. You’re then thrust into the center of the of a group of pilots, some familiar, others not. You wrap your arms around Hangman. The two of you had a small detachment together a few years ago and fell into a quick and easy friendship, based solely on your own determination that he had people he could call friends. You grin at Rooster, Jake’s arm still around you. You pull away from Jake and walk over to Fritz, falling into his hug quickly, a grin on your face at getting to see him again. Then you’re introduced to everyone else. Halo (who Fritz has told you about), Fanboy and Payback (clearly a package deal the way Phoenix has spoken about them), Yale and Harvard, and Coyote. You smile brightly at him but then your attention is brought right back away from him when Bob comes walking in from the back.

“You came?” He calls out excitedly, and you push between Jake and Coyote to get to him.

“Robby!” falls affectionately from your lips as you wrap your arms around him and he swings you around, pulling your feet just off the floor.

The rest of the group look away for a moment, like this is a moment just meant for the two of you.

“Where’s my favorite girl?” He asks when your feet land on the ground again.

“She’s right in front of you, Rob.” You smack his chest lightly and he grins at you. “She’s with Amelia,” you continue throwing a nod in Penny’s direction.

“Are they a thing?” Javy leans in, talking to Jake quietly so no one else can hear him, watching you and Bob interact.

“No, they’re just really close. Have been since Top Gun. You’ve heard us talking about Mercy before,” he says, throwing a questioning glance at his friend.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think she was going to look like that,” he looks you up and down, your attention directed at Bob so you can’t see them.

“Nope, get that thought out of your head, Javy,” Jake’s voice is only a little scolding but it brings Javy’s attention back to him instead of the back of you and the curve of your ass.

“What thought? Why?” he asks, playing dumb, but the smirk is clear across his lips.

You and Bob finish your hellos and turn back towards the group, so Jake doesn’t have a chance to answer him.

You’re over the other side of the bar, in quick conversation with Penny, thanking her for letting Amelia look after your daughter so you can have a night off. You order another soda for yourself and a beer for Jake, considering he’d abandoned his last bottle about half an hour ago.

When you look over at the group you have to ingratiate yourself into, you watch as Bob has a finger pointed at Coyote, a frown marring his features. It’s amusing to see Bob worked up like this, but you know it has something to do with you. You’re really the only subject matter that can get under his skin, unless too much has changed in the two years he’s been apart from you. That thought makes you sad for a moment until you see Jake shake his head at Coyote before clapping a hand to his shoulder. You frown, wondering what the hell is going on over there.

“No! Absolutely not! Not happening! Don’t even think about it! Get that look off your face! Look at your drink! Not her!”

Bob was rambling, not necessarily angry, but certainly feeling some kind of way. All Coyote had said was that he wouldn’t mind getting to know you a little better, a drink, maybe something more. Apparently there had been a tone, one that Bob didn’t like. He looked over at Jake for a little back up, but his wingman just shook his head, chuckling slightly.

“You’re on your own, man, I’ve already told you not to think about it,” he says, resignedly.

“What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that...”

“The big deal is that this one,” you say gesturing to Bob, “is over-protective.”

None of them realized you had approached, but you still hand the beer over to Jake, taking a sip of your soda. Bob and Jake at least have the decency to look like they’d been caught doing something wrong. Coyote though, looks between the three of you trying to figure out what this dynamic is.

“What were you three talking about?” You ask, wondering whether any of them would have the courage to actually tell you to your face.

“They were telling me that I shouldn’t bother asking for your number,” Coyote says, and you’re a little surprised by his honesty.

“Oh, were they?” Your eyebrow is raised, looking turning your attention back to the two next to him.

“It was purely as a friendship thing, welcoming you to the team and all that,” he continues, and you turn your stare to him.

“Oh please, I wasn’t born yesterday. These two,” you gesture between them, “don’t team up on someone like that if it’s not nothing.”

“I...”

“Come with me,” you say, walking past him. You pause a moment, turning back to Bob and Jake. “You two stay there, I don’t need you following me like lapdogs.”

They want to argue that they weren’t going to follow but Bob’s half step forward gives him away.

You walk out towards the back deck, overlooking the beach. Coyote places a hand on the small of your back, namely because he wants to, and he can. When you don’t immediately shrug him off, his lips twist up in a smile. You stop when you reach the railing, your forearms against it while both hands grasp your glass.

“Was that really about me?” You ask him, because you’re not happy if it was. You’re a big girl who’s more than capable of taking care of yourself, you don’t need Jake and Bob running interference for you, especially not with someone they also call a friend.

He rubs at the back of his neck, thinking over his words before answering you.

“Yeah, it was. Honestly, you’re hot, and I might have said something about buying you a drink and asking for your number.”

“I see,” you nod, looking over your shoulder towards him.

“So, what would you say if I asked you that?”

You have to give it to him, he’s certainly got nerve, considering at least one of the guys who just told him not to ask you that, is someone who considers him a best friend.

You push yourself off the railing and turn around to face him.

“I already have a drink,” you smirk, toasting him with your glass.

“Another time?”

“I can buy my own drinks.”

“Well, what about that number?” He asks, taking a step closer to you.

“That depends,” you hum, matching his step.

“On what?

“What you’re willing to do to get it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He’s smiling though, so you know he isn’t completely put off by the idea.

“It means you’ll have to earn it, Coyote.” You pat his chest, a smirk on your face as you walk back into the Hard Deck, to the questioning eyes of your friends.

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captainschaos · 1 year

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Everyone knows the phoenix and the demon. Easy! Tango, firebird, the ever-furious and ever-alight, and Impulse, the horned and summoned, from a realm not of here. Now there's two fiery folk, easy beacons to spot in the night, with roaring laughs and flickering fingers which work the wires. Horrible enemies to make, but generally friendly enough, if you haven't particularly wronged them. But there are two others with them, who you might not even realize you don't understand as well as the first pair.

Skizz bursts to the front with a hearty greeting and ready kindness, and everyone thinks they know exactly what he is! The angel, right? With wings tall and broad, flickering as they decide whether they are here or there. A distortion many assume is a halo, a ring of light (if you catch it at the right angle) that frames his head. And they're not... wrong? But not quite right either.

Would you call a grim reaper an angel?

Maybe you would, depending on your personal thoughts on the idea, really. Particularly if you consider the similarities to the guardian angel, another figure standing tall and imposing, but with the kindness Skizz is known for. But what most don't know is that these are two sides of the same coin. His post is simply on the opposite side of death. A guardian angel patrols a person's life, but he is the one waiting with a steady smile and a gentle hand to guide and protect them when it comes time for them to move on.

If you're confused, you might ask Impulse about him.

"Oh, Skizz? We don't really ask about it too much. I don't like to focus all too much on the hellish side of my life, and I think he prefers to think about the earthly part of his."

But few people will get around to asking. No one really thinks to, quite frankly, and Skizz is alright with that. Not that he wants to hide it, but... it's just nicer to blend in with the gang, y'know? He's always liked the life games for how they let him get in touch with the sides of life he typically can only watch and wish about. He gets to fight like the guardian angels, to cultivate that fierce loyalty, and to just be physical. In every way. Overflowing at the seams, physical and alive. He'd rather forget about the whole reaper business while he can.

There's the other one, though. Now Etho- no one thinks they understand him, and everyone gave up on trying to a long time ago. Etho, the ever-looming shadow at the back of the group, the gaze you can't seem to stop feeling on the back of your neck. He's an enigma. A mystery. And everyone seems to have reached a point of contentedness with this. Few attempt to dive deeper, simply accepting that Etho is not an entity to be understood, but certainly to be feared.

And yet. Well... that's not really correct either.

In some ways, Etho is far more understandable than anyone realizes. After all, there's certain rules to fae. Names have power. Deals are contracts. At least, to a certain extent- they're a bit fuzzy around the edges, of course. What can you expect from creatures woven from such magic and mystique? But still, fae can be expected to be the unexpected. Practically half the Hermitcraft server is some sort of fae or another after all, so they have some idea of what makes those sorts tick. And yet Etho seems to bewilder even them. No one tries to discern how he works- he just does.

If you were really curious about it, you might ask Tango. He'd probably laugh at you though.

"What's Etho? You might as well ask what species the ocean is! Who knows, man. He's definitely the most fae of any of us, but no one knows a single thing past that. Sometimes I wonder if he even knows, honestly."

And yet he makes a strange sort of sense, should you pay attention to it. Behind every action of his, there's a surprisingly clear reason. Why does he trust you? Because of the gift you gave him three weeks ago. Why does he refuse to help you? Because you slighted him, and he hasn't gotten you back yet. These motivations come from the smallest of interactions, but he will remember. In the life games... that's dangerous. There is a looming fear that shrouds him not necessarily because of what you don't know about him, but because of what you don't know about yourself. You didn't forget to pay him back when you promised, did you? You made sure to steer clear of trampling his crops, right? You can never be sure of what you might be forgetting. And there's always the chance that is the detail he chose to remember, stitched up neatly and tightly in his mind, with a deadly needle.

The kind smile at the front, the diligent eye at the back. It's rare to see them side by side, and yet it is even rarer to see them apart. They fought for the same army in the first of the life games, one the berserker, one the deadly tactician. They found themselves fighting the same battles again in the next round, pulling away from each other as they separated their always warring teammates, but united in a two-man army in the war against that war. Skizz was gone for the game of soulmates, but now- of course they are together. No one would think to draw the line connecting them. But there would be something quite wrong to see a line separating them.

And let's just say no one wants to find themself across any line from them.

[I plan on having one of these per week of the series ! 1/?]

#trafficblr #limited life smp #team ties #skizzleman #ethoslab #captain's words #here it is ! time to switch my header from team rancher to these two ig >:]#I have So many thoughts about them that were kickstarted by ozzie. gah #These Guys #tbh I didn't do them justice in this it's been a longlong week but it was fun to write so that's what matters #anyways hopefully I can get to this earlier in the week next week SADLFJADS #(also team ties tag just cuz idk if there's a duo name for them and I think team ties fans would like to see this idk #I want it in my team ties tag so it's there SADLFJADBSF)

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parts-of-imagination · 1 year

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Pleasing Together - A Kenma x Reader fanfiction

(despite being an account dedicated to being kenma's love, i have never posted fanfiction for him. Until nOW-)

(Also if it bugs you that I use they/them pronouns for my stories, even if the premise of the story has to do with an afab reader, then my account isn't the best fanfiction account for you. I don't care what you say, i'm not dealing with it.)

Kenma rushed to his gaming setup as soon as he got home. Ever since he had met y/n on a gaming forum, he had been very excited to play when he got home from boring college lectures. Y/n was the funniest and nicest person he had ever met. He also thought they were kind of really...pretty. They always called using discord while playing so he knew exactly what they looked like. Beautiful eyes, beautiful voice, beautiful..everything. That he could see of course. He had triggered the discord call for him and y/n, smiling a gentle , heartstruck smile.

"Kenma!!" they called out through the other end of the call.

"Hey, idiot" kenma said with a quieter tone. he blushed as he looked at them through their face cam. They laughed at his comment.

"Alright then! The usual?" they asked. They were, and have been for a week, been getting through Halo competitions.. Kenma nodded and then turned off his camera, booting up the game on his computer. Y/n smiled and booted up the game as well. Kenma put up their camera on his other monitor while making sure that his was off.

As they played, kenma kept looking over at y/n's screen. His eyes lit up every time he saw them. What sold it was when y/n stretched in a specific position, raising their shirt, showing their beautiful body. Kenma blushed. He looked up at the game, realising that no one was really playing besides the two of them so Kenma thought this would be the perfect opportunity to take a little bit of a break, of some sorts. On y/n's end, all they saw was kenma in an idle position in game.

"Hey Kenma, are you there? Is your game glitching?" they asked. Kenma jumped and bumped his setup, accidentally turning on his camera. Y/n saw him, leaning back in his gaming chair, touching himself as he stared at them blushing. He shut off his camera as quickly as possible, hoping they didn't see much. But, of course, they saw it. They saw it all. As they felt warmth spreading in between their own legs,they bravely reached over to their microphone, turning on their microphone.

"Kenma, turn your camera on again. I wanna see you again." they say as they slink a hand down in between their legs under their pants. Kenma blushes and hesitantly turns on his camera, showing him in full beauty. Y/n blushed bright, looking at him, his hand wrapped around himself, and what was even better was they could see from the look in his eyes that they did this. They did all this to him. They smiled and started to plunge fingers in and out of themselves to give him a little show. They moved themselves up a bit to show kenma in full what they were doing. To put the point across even better, they pulled their pants down to the ground and showed kenma their naked lower half. Kenma looked at them and saw the parts of their body he had only dreamed about. He turned on his microphone and started to drag his hand up and down at the same pace y/n was doing to themselves. They each looked at each other as they pleased themselves. Kenma's lust for y/n soon took over and he was spitting out lustful sentences like there was no tomorrow.

"Y/n..you're so beautiful. God, it would be even better if i was actually there with you, pleasuring you on my own.." Y/n looked at him in his golden eyes and nodded. They started to go faster, letting out moans that made Kenma almost want to release himself right then and there, but he didn't. He wanted this to last longer, so he kept talking to them in a lustful tone while watching and listening to them drive themselves to the edge. He knew what was coming next.

"K-Kenma I-" they muttered, trying to make it out as their legs shook. Kenma smirked. "I know pudding. I know. I wanna see you release. Oh I wanna see it so bad. You know I do." Kenma stared up into the ceiling as he heard it. Their beautiful moans sounded fantastical. He was scared it was like a few of his naughty dreams, where he would wake up, but this wasn't a dream. He heard their voice. Their wonderful noises triggered something in him, and he released in his hand, grunting and moaning throughout. Y/n sank back into their gaming chair and sighed.

"kenma?"

"What?"

"Promise me, when we finally get around to traveling to each other's countries, you'll actually keep your promise and please me own your own?"

"Heh. Of course, pudding."

#kenma smut #omg he’s so beautiful #how the hell is this so good-#they/them pronouns

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silverpelt3600 · 29 days

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Halo 2x8 Spoilers!

It is time. It took me a WEEK to find the time to watch this goddamn finale.

Y’all know the drill, this is just stream of consciousness as I watch the episode. Whether it’s coherent or not, either way I’m losing my mind likely!

- pre-episode recap editing goes CRAZZYYY

- okay first scene who is he talking to I’m lost already

- the microscope view was so confusing for a second LMAO. Also this Jeanine girl is literally losing it.

- ALRIGHT YEAH SHE KILLED SOMEONE LMAO. Crazy virus thing? Also the happy music is killing me lol.

- Kai and her team yay! KAI AND HER TEAM OH GOD. Casual explosion that fucks it all up.

- “Master Chief, I speak for the entire UNSC when I say how happy I am to see you back with us” THIS BITCH.

- OOOHHH YEAH JOHN YOU HANG UP ON HER

- OOH. THATS NASTY WHAT JUST CRAWLED OUT OF JANINES MOUTH.

- fuck I feel so bad for John. Totally torn, and the admiral’s little comment of “there’s nothing anyone can do for them” is just the cherry on top. She pisses me off so much lol

- “you have no idea what I can do” FUCK YEAHHHHHH. THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUTT, YOU KNOW I LOVE THAT SHIT.

- Cortana my beloved really hoping she’s okay

- Lmao Kai “you ever fire a plasma rifle? You never forget your first”

- NOOO PEREZ

- “What the hell is that?” THAT MY BOYYYYYYY YEAHHHHHH

- THE SLOMO WALK I’m crushing so hard

- oh god the people frozen in the hallways is so creepy…

- OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK THATS SO GROSS FUCKIN TUMOR ARM. THE GUARD TOO? Oh for fucks sake this is nasty

- FOR FUCKS SAKE pulling the Halsey card is wild.

- ooh she’s helping him now. AND AGAIN WHO THE HELL IS HE TALKING TO.

- “you wouldn’t understand. She knows me” what if I cried. What if I started sobbing.

- OUR GIRL SHES IN THE SYSTEMS.

- “You don’t know everything” WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING SINCE WHEN COULD HE DO THAT. Is it because of the artifact’s in the ship?

- holy shit he’s on the Halo. And THE MUSIC. AND CORTANA MY BELOVED.

- “so nice to have you back” I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

- “do you think it’s been waiting all that time? For you?” Alright y’all are gonna stress me out there’s too much to comprehend.

- Holy shit Kai’s crazy. “How hard could it be” well YEAH but come on. “This is gonna hurt”. NO SHIT. Jesus Christ I can’t handle this much emotional strain.

- Alright SHITS HITTING THE FAN IN COMMAND. Oop but that solves the Admiral problem!

- EUGHH THERES SO MANY. Hold up. Hold the fuck UP. Kwan is having a moment. The “Cohesion” needs to FUCK OFF.

- oh fuck. OH FUCK HALSEY HAS IT.

- GIRLY WHAT ARE YOU DOING GODDAMNIT. Ohhh. I see now. Goddamnit.

- OOOH SHIT CRAZY DUEL TIME NOW. Damn John getting his shit rocked before GETTING BACK UP LIKE A BADASS. “We’re not done” DAMN RIGHT!

- oh damn now I feel sad for the covenant homie.

- yooo okay cryofeezing Halsey that’s an idea.

- KAI. BABY GIRL OH MY GOD PLEASE BE ALRIGHT.

- “that can’t be good” well yeah if I saw several spires shoot out of mountains I’d be pretty worried too.

- Again talking to this guy? And he apparently also talks to Makee? YOO WHAT THE FUCK ITS A LITTLE ROBOT????? And the crack in his visor! I’m so confused now have those conversations been in a different time or in John’s conscience or what??

- And then the episode ends, and with it so goes my sanity.

Alright y’all, end of the season! One hell of an episode fr. Without a doubt season 2 has been a fantastic season, developing so much of this storyline in a profound way. The finale sets up for a lot to be handled in Season 3, so here’s to hoping they get the green light to make it.

John has absolutely become a favorite character of mine, and this season has only reinforced that. So much of my emotions while watching have been in empathy for John, which makes these episodes land so much harder.

And shoutout everyone who’s stuck around just for these little posts I make. I started making them just for fun but I kept up with it since y’all seemed to like it, which is cool because now I have a little catalogue of what I was thinking during the episodes that I can look at in the future. And FOR THE RECORD I’m not gonna disappear until season 3 comes out. I still need to get caught up on the storyline in the games lol.

Alright that about sums everything up I think.

*bows to an applause while a single spotlight shines on me and flowers are thrown onto the stage.*

#halo #halo tv show #john 117 #master chief #halo season 2 #halo spoilers #stream of thoughts #stream of consciousness #losing my mind

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lgg5989 · 2 years

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Church Encounters Chapter 10

Hey guys! Thanks to everyone for your continued support of this fic, @barbiewritesstuff and I are having a great time writing it. She is posting this on her tumblr as well so jump over and give her a like or a comment. We have had a few requests for side drabbles and stuff about these characters and we will be happy to answer them! Just send us asks :)

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Jake had been dreading the mission assignment for weeks now. The team had been training vigorously and while it was not as intense as the uranium plant mission it was going to require more dogfighting. While the opportunity for a promotion had been hanging over his head for a number of months now, Jake knew that this mission was a test of not only his skills as a pilot but his skills as a leader.

Rooster would be flying at his wingman, and as much as he loved and trusted Dove, she and Vegas were slated to fly as spares. He trusted Dove more than anyone else, but Vegas was a wild card and after her stunt with Halo at the bar, Jake didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her. Payback and Fanboy as well as Phoenix and Bob would also be along for the ride.

They were being asked to provide air support for a group of Navy seals who were infiltrating an enemy compound. While there were only a few threats of fifth generation fighters, the enemy had a large array of aerial vehicles at their disposal.

For the last few weeks, the team had been practicing with Maverick in the sky. He taught them the skills that he used in the F14 to take down the fifth generation fighters and while it wasn’t as discouraging as the uranium mission, the pilots were feeling the pressure of the dogfights.

“Rooster, where are you man?” Jake called into the coms, Maverick hot on his tail with Warlock not far behind him.

“I’m coming Hangman, just try to hang in there another second,” Bradley replied, his voice straining from the Gs that he was pulling in his climb to get up to Jake. He pulled up behind Warlock and Maverick, quickly trying to get a missile lock on one of them, hoping that the other would bug out.

He got tone on Warlock, “That’s tone Warlock,” Rooster called out, now trying to focus his efforts on getting Maverick off of Jake’s tail.

“Alright Hangman, break right,” he said, as Jake shot off to the right, Bradley took aim at Maverick as he followed. The sound of tone came through his cockpit and he called out, “That’s it for you Mav.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mav called back, “I’ll get you next time.”

Jake had been pushing the team through hours and hours of rigorous dog fighting. He wanted them to have the skills be second nature so that in the field when they were tired, their responses would be fast and without mistakes. At the end of the day, his goal was to bring everyone home alive and he wasn’t willing to risk that for someone’s stamina not being enough for the length of the hop.

As he landed the plane, he caught sight of you disappearing into the building, your flight suit tied around your waist. Jake’s heart hurt watching you walk away from him. He hadn’t the time he wanted to spend with you as of late due to the pressure of the mission and the promise of a promotion. You told him that it was alright, but he still felt badly, he didn’t want to put anything but God above you in his life.

He jumped out of the cockpit, finishing his post-flight checks quickly before running inside after you. The door to the women’s locker room closed just as he made it inside. He knocked quietly on it, pressing his ear to it trying to see if anyone else was in the room with you.

When your voice called back, confused, “Yes?” he pushed the door open slightly, “Are you alone baby?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m alone, why?” you called back, coming to the door.

Jake pushed it open at that moment, taking in the sight of you. In the time it had taken him to reach the door, you had stripped off your flight suit, leaving you in a black t-shirt and a pair of black leggings. Jake groaned as his eyes took you in, he moved towards you, cupping your face in his hand, “You’re going to kill me darlin’.”

You laughed at him, pulling his sweaty frame closer to your own, “I think you’re going to do that to yourself, sailor.”

Jake pressed forward, catching your lips in a gentle kiss. Between sweet kisses he said, “Not if these leggings kill me first.”

Running your hands through his hair, you pulled his mouth firmer to yours, a quiet moan slipping out as Jake pressed you into the wall behind the door. You began to lose yourself in the kiss before the sound of people walking in the hallway outside the door reached your ears. Breaking the kiss gently, you looked up at him, “We have to stop, Jake.”

“I know,” he said, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, rubbing the back of his head, “I’ve missed you, we haven’t had much time together.”

“I’m sorry for that, once this mission is over, I promise that we are going to have a few lazy days to relax,” he said, his face buried in your neck.

You let out a soft hum as his five o’clock shadow scraped across your neck. Using your hold on his hair, you pulled his head back from your neck, pressing one last kiss to his lips, “Now get out of here Lieutenant, I’d hate for you to be caught in the wrong lockers.”

Jake gave you a sly smile, “For you baby, I’d risk it all.”

You let out a laugh, pushing him out the door, “I’m sure you would Seresin, it's too bad for you that I love you too much to let you risk that promotion.”

With that you let the door to the locker room fall closed again, pressing a hand to your smiling lips, you made your way back to your locker. After showering and redressing, you left, noting that Jake’s truck was still in the parking lot.

You made a mental note to make him up a few more containers with meals. He had been staying late each night trying to ensure that every angle of the mission was covered, and you knew that he wasn’t eating properly.

With that in mind, you headed to the store before making your way home to get started on some cooking.

—

You had messaged Jake when you got home, but his response had been short, you were a bit disappointed but you knew that it was for good reason. Settling in front of the TV for the night, you turned on one of your favourite shows, BONES. As you sat in front of the TV, your hands were working on something special. The patch that you had been making was for Jake. If he got this promotion he would likely be the leader of more dangerous and difficult missions, you wanted him to have a piece of you and God with him, something to keep him safe in the skys.

You had made a patch, it was his favourite colour blue. The words of the bible verse had been written in a striking black thread. You anticipated sewing it to the inside of his flight suit, right over his heart.

The verse was a Psalm, “Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve my life. You stretch out your hand against the anger of my foes; with your right hand you save me. The Lord will vindicate me; your love, Lord, endures forever—do not abandon the works of your hands.”

Underneath you had embroidered your name, a heart next to it as well as a small, “I love you.”

You were hoping that the extra time you had to spend on it meant that it would be done before the mission. The team was scheduled to ship out in two weeks if the plans didn’t change and if you estimated it correctly, you had a few days worth of work left.

A knock on the door interrupted your sewing. Placing the patch on the coffee table, you paused the show before making your way there. Glancing down at your watch, you noticed that it was after ten, you should probably be in bed already. You were dressed for it, wearing one of Jake’s old t-shirts and a pair of sweat shorts.

As you got to the door, you glanced through the peephole, Jake was standing on your doorstep, a deep frown etched on his face. He looked like he was wearing pyjamas and you wondered if he had come from his bed to see you.

Pulling the door open you looked at him confused, “Hey, what are you doing out so late?”

Jake gave you a once over, the tense lines that were around his eyes and mouth relaxing some at seeing you, “I’m just anxious about this mission, I know it's late, but could you just…can we talk for a bit, or just watch some TV?”

“Of course,” you said, pulling him into the apartment behind you. You settled him on the couch before making your way into the kitchen to make two cups of peppermint tea, your grandma had always done the same for you when you were anxious.

When you came back into the living room, you found him holding the patch in his hands, running his fingers delicately over the words that were embroidered there, “You’re not supposed to know about that yet,” you said, startling him.

“Sorry it was just out,” he said, taking the tea that you had made him in one hand, still admiring the patch with the other.

“Yeah, I’m hoping it’ll be finished before the mission,” you said, smiling at him.

“I would be honoured to wear it,” he said, looking at you lovingly, more of the stress melting from his face.

You felt yourself blush, “I was going to sew it into your flight suit,” you said quietly.

“Where?” he asked, confused.

“On the inside, over your heart,” you said, now looking at the couch, your face burning red.

You saw him put the patch on the coffee table out of the corner of your eye, before he used his fingers to lift your chin so that you were looking at him, “I love it, and I love you. I would be happy to wear it in my suit, baby.”

A smile broke over your face, “I just don’t want you to feel obligated-” you started but Jake interrupted you, “It’s an honour to wear anything you make me.”

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. The two of you talked and drank your tea, you eventually snuggled into Jake’s side for a while. He told you of his worries for the mission and you reassured him that it would all be alright. At the end of the night, he left you with a chaste kiss pressed to your lips before climbing into his truck and driving to his own apartment.

—

The two weeks before the mission passed quickly and you soon found yourself standing on an aircraft carrier looking out at sea. You had sewn the patch into his flight suit a few days ago, but after that he had been so busy that the only time you had gotten to spend together was the night before you deployed. Now that you were on the ship, things were even more busy for him and you hadn’t even had time to pray together like you had for the last mission. A bad feeling had settled itself firmly in your gut and no matter how many prayers you said, they didn’t seem to take the sinking feeling away.

That night, as you tossed and turned in bed, there was a knock on your door. Being careful this time to rise from the bed and not fall on to the floor, you opened the door to reveal Jake, his bible in hand.

“Can we pray for a few minutes?” he asked, “I know we should be in bed, but we won’t have time tomorrow and I won’t feel right about this until we do.”

You pulled him into your room by his hand, “Of course, I have been praying all day,” you said. Quickly, you switched on the lamp by your desk before pulling the blanket off the bed to set on the floor.

You both knelt on the blanket. Pulling your rosary from your duffle bag, you and Jake began to pray it together. After a round of the rosary, you both spent some time in quiet prayer, bringing your thoughts to the Lord. When you started to fall asleep against Jake’s shoulder, he crossed himself. Gently taking you in his arms, he picked you up and placed you in your bunk. Picking the blanket off the floor, he spread it over you, before he left, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

—

The next day, you rose early. Making your way to the mess hall, you found that the only thing you could bring yourself to consume was water, your stomach in knots at the thought that you were going to sit on the deck and listen to the mission.

When the time came to fly the mission, you sat in the back of your jet with Vegas, both of you stewing in a tense silence. The radio occasionally crackled with the other pilot’s voices as they made their way into enemy airspace.

Every time Jake’s voice came over the line, your heart clenched. The knots that had tied themselves in your stomach hadn’t left all morning, and now they were making you feel sick.

“You see anything Bob?” Jake called out.

“Nah, nothing,” he replied, another minute passed before his voice came over the comms again, “I’ve got something here, twenty miles nine hundred knots closure.”

Rooster’s voice called back, “I see him, it looks like it might be a grouping.”

“Shit,” Fanboy said, “They’re splitting, there’s got to be six planes there.”

Vegas put her mask up to her face, “This is Dagger Spare requesting permission for take off.”

“Denied Spare,” the comms controller called.

Your stomach sank further, hopefully the four planes could handle the six enemy aircraft. As the dogfight everyone had been anticipating began in the air, you listened for fatigue in your fellow pilot’s voices intensely.

—

Phoenix’s voice had a tremor in it when it crackled through the comms, “I’ve got one one me and I can’t shake him. Where are you Hangman?”

“I’m right below you,” Jake said almost immediately trying to think about how to get his friends out of their current situation, “Dive down so that he will follow and let’s see if I can get him to bug out.”

A second later he heard Rooster’s voice, “Hangman, you’ve got one moving in behind you. I can’t cover, and Payback is a little busy.”

“I’ve got it, Rooster,” Jake said, “Let me get this guy off of Phoenix and Bob first.”

He moved in behind the jet that was on Phoenix and Bob right as his missile lock warning went off in his cockpit. Pressing a hand over his heart for a second, feeling the patch that you had sewn into it, he let out a deep breath, “Alright Phoenix, I’m taking the shot on your bogey.”

“Any day now Hangman,” she said, her voice sounding more strained as she struggled to evade the enemy aircraft.

“Smoke in the air Hangman,” Payback shouted and Jake’s heart clenched. He reached up, hitting the button on his control panel for flares.

“Dagger One defending,” he called, “Shit, I lost the missile lock. Phoenix, keep evading.”

“I’m doing all the work here Hangman, get me some help,” she called back, “Bob do you see a way out of this?”

“No, not unless you want to try something sketchy with another jet,” he said.

“I’ll line one up for you, Phoenix,” Jake said.

“Let’s do it Hangman,” She called back.

“Alright, I’m going to break right, you break left, let’s bring them back around and into each other,” Jake said.

“Copy. Bob keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t lose us,” She directed.

“Copy that,” Bob said, “He’s still on us.”

Phoenix and Jake turned around, now going head to head, “Alright, Phoenix, you go for the over then break right. I’ll go for the under then break off as well and they’re going to fly into one another, like a big game of chicken.”

“This has to be the craziest thing you’ve ever gotten me to do,” she said, disbelief in her voice.

Jake cussed as he took a few hits, the other pilot realising that he wouldn’t be able to defeat Jake with missiles had switched to guns. He desperately tried to avoid the fire as the jets got closer and closer to each other, Jake pressed his hand over his heart one more time before saying, “Now!”

He pushed the stick down, diving just below Phoenix as she pulled up. They waited with baited breath as Bob called out, “They barely missed each other, but it looks like they aren’t coming back after us.”

“Damn right,” Jake said, relief flooding his system. Just then, his control panel started going crazy with alarms.

“Shit, right engine is on fire,” he said, “Extinguishing engine. I’m losing hydraulic pressure, fuck me.”

He heard Vegas call again for takeoff, only to be denied again. Letting out a breath, he tried his control surfaces. He had pitch and yaw, but rolling was difficult, he could still fly this plane.

“Alright, let’s get these assholes out of here and get home,” he said, “Everyone fall into formation on me. Rooster, how many are there left?”

“Those two you played chicken with bugged out, Payback picked one off of me and I got a fourth,” he heard Bradley say.

“Okay, two left,” he said, “Bob, Fanboy, you got anything?”

“Nothing Hangman,” Bob called back.

Fanboy took an extra second to respond, “I have two on the radar dead ahead of us.”

“Alright, Phoenix and Bob on me, Rooster you take Payback and Fanboy. Shoot them down or scare them, it’s time they went home,” he said, his hand struggling with the stick to keep control.

As they manoeuvred towards the enemy aircraft, Phoenix was able to lock on with a missile. Firing, she got a hit, with only one enemy jet left, he bugged out.

“Dagger Squad, radar is clear, continue running air support until mission completion,” command’s voice said.

Jake was fighting his plane, keeping it in the air was becoming harder and harder as more and more fluid leaked out of the lines. He glanced down to the picture he had of you taped to the control panel. It was a polaroid that he had taken earlier that month, the two of you were at the beach and the sun was setting. You had been sitting in front of him, your knees bent and your elbows resting across them. Your chin sat on top of your arms, a small smile on your face.

With you on his mind, he prayed the Hail Mary over and over, he might have even been whispering the words into the comms, it wouldn’t have surprised him. When, finally, command said that the SEALs had gotten out, and they were cleared to fly home, Jake drew an easier breath.

As mission leader, Jake waited to land last. As he passed over deck one last time before landing he asked, “Vegas, Dove, do I have landing gear?”

Pressing the button, his heart stuttered when he didn’t hear them fall out beneath him.

Your voice came over the comms, “No Hangman, no landing gear.”

“Shit, Dagger One to Command, I don’t have landing gear,” Jake reported.

“Copy Dagger One, we will have extinguishers waiting on deck. Dagger One call the ball,” he heard back.

“Copy that, Dagger One has the ball,” Jake said, lining himself up for landing.

As he touched down, the bottom of his plane scraping along the deck of the carrier, he felt the tail hook catch on the cable, pulling him to a quick stop. Smoke started to fill the cockpit and he struggled to get out. The jet was likely covered in hydraulic fluid and the sparks thrown by the metal dragging along the tarmac would likely cause it to ignite.

He punched the button to raise the cockpit, pulling at the straps around his shoulders. He grabbed the picture of you from the control panel before climbing out of the plane. You were waiting for him on the ground, surrounded by the rest of the team. Without waiting for a ladder, he slid down the side of the jet and dropped off the wing.

Immediately pulling you into a hug, he felt you grip him tight, “I thought I was going to lose you,” he heard you say.

“Me darlin’? Never. You’re stuck with me,” he said into your ear, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before separating from you. He kept one arm wrapped around your shoulders as he shook hands and hugged the other pilots.

Once the celebration on deck started to calm down, Dagger squad was commanded to report to debrief. After the debrief was over, everyone relaxed into their bunks. The long day of stress and then the sweltering heat of the debrief room had not been easy, but tomorrow, they would be going back to California.

Jake laid down to sleep that night and thanked God for bringing him back to you. He didn’t want to admit it but he had been less scared of losing his life and more scared of leaving you before he could properly call you his. He vowed that he wouldn’t wait much longer to ask you the question he had been pondering since he had brought you home for Thanksgiving. With thoughts of you in a white dress on his mind, Jake fell asleep quickly, a smile on his face.

—

Immediately upon arriving back in California, Jake had been called to Admiral Simpson’s office where he was informed that he was receiving a promotion to Lieutenant Commander which would be made effective at the end of the month when a small ceremony and banquet could be planned. You couldn’t be happier for him and knew what had happened as soon as he had come out of the office building and into the parking lot.

He pulled you into a tight hug whispering into your ear, “Oh thank God that all of the time spent away from you was worth it.”

You let out a series of giggles, “Jake, I wasn’t worried about it.”

“You might not have been, but I was,” he said, setting you down on your feet and giving you a kiss.

“When is this banquet to take place, Lieutenant Commander Seresin?” you asked, using a slightly sultry voice, your mouth pressed up to his ear.

Jake pulled you a little closer to him before replying, “At the end of the month.”

You hummed, “Well I guess I better go dress shopping then.”

“I guess you should,” he said back, smiling widely, “But right now, you are coming with me!”

“Where are we going?” you squealed out as he picked you up, carrying you to his truck.

“You are going to put on that dress mom got you at Christmas, and I am going to take you out to dinner,” he said, placing a kiss on your cheek before sitting you in the passenger’s seat.

Dinner was fantastic and Jake treated you like a queen, opening every door for you and even bringing you flowers when he picked you up from your apartment. He had on a dark button up shirt and dark jeans, and the dress that you had bought took his breath away. The orange complemented your slightly tanned skin perfectly and the cut was just right to tease Jake but not so revealing that you felt uncomfortable.

“Wow, this dress…it’s really something…” he said, placing his hands gently on your hips and turning you around in his grip. You could feel the way that his fingers pressed gently into the soft skin of your stomach and it made you smile.

As you turned to face him again, you asked, “Do you like it?”

Without hesitation he said, “I love it,” before giving you a quick peck on the lips, “Are you ready to go?”

“Let me just put these in some water and I will be ready,” you said, heading to the kitchen. Once you had placed the flowers in water, you grabbed your shawl and clutch before following Jake out the door.

Dinner was delicious, Jake took you to a fancy steakhouse where the waiter poured your wine and packed the leftovers for you. By the end of the night, you felt happier than you had in a long time. Riding home, Jake held your hand in the car, talking to you about everything and nothing. When he walked you to the door, he placed his hand on your back, giving you a deep kiss.

“I was so scared up there,” he said quietly against your lips, “I’m just so glad I made it back to you.”

“I knew you would make it back to me,” you replied, giving him a gentle peck.

Jake let out a quiet sigh, “How?”

“Because you promised,” you said to him, looking in his eyes.

A grin broke across his face and he placed one more kiss on your lips before bidding you goodnight and walking back to his truck.

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The few weeks before the end of the month had flown by and you were feeling stressed. You never liked shopping for yourself and while you were happy for Jake’s promotion, you were dreading the banquet. Every dress you owned was deemed by Annie and Audrey either not fancy enough or too reminiscent of prom. So you had to venture out to the department stores where after trying on dress after dress and using almost all of your monthly data talking to your sisters, you had found nothing.

As you were walking out of the store, Annie said from your video call, “What about that store? The one just behind you? Have we been in there yet?”

Turning to look, you saw the store she was referring to, it was a boutique and there were quite a few dresses hanging in the window, but only one had caught your eye.

“I see one, it looks promising,” you said to them, making your way through the doors. You were greeted by an attendant and you pointed out the dress in the window, “Do you have that one in a six or an eight?” you asked.

“Let me see, it should be hanging over here,” she said, and you followed her over to the rack.

Picking the dress off the rack in both a six and an eight she looked at you, “Just these two doll?”

“Yes ma’am, if they don’t work I'll browse some more,” you said in a quiet voice, following her to the dressing room.

She let out a sigh, “Ah, long day of looking?” she asked as she unlocked the door for you.

“Yes, a long couple of weeks actually,” you said, looking at her with a defeated face.

“Hopefully this will be the one then,” she said, giving you a kind smile, “I’ll be just over there restocking if you need a second opinion.”

“Thank you,” you replied, giving her a warm smile, before closing the dressing room door. You pulled your clothes over your head and grabbed the bigger dress off of the hanger, if it was too big then at least you could feel good about yourself. Pulling it over your head, you adjusted it over yourself before slipping up the zipper. It fit you like a glove, and as soon as Annie and Audrey caught sight of you in the mirror, they both squealed, “Oh my goodness, Y/N you need to get that one. You look stunning!”

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For all of his many qualities, Bob had one, irredeemable flaw. Robert Arthur Floyd had never, in his entire life, for any occasion whatsoever and despite his best efforts, been on time. He was perpetually twenty minutes late, even when he left early. Bob wasn’t actually his original callsign, ‘Tardigrade’ had been put forth but abandoned when they couldn’t fit it on his flight helmet.

Knowing this, you didn’t bother getting fully ready before the time Bob had promised to pick you up for. You showered, prepared your hair and makeup and then chilled on your sofa, practising your needlework until Bob’s signature “Sorry, I’m going to be late!” text, then, you went back to your room and put on the emerald green velvet sheath dress you had bought for the occasion.

The dress had been gorgeous on the rack, and even when you wore it in the shop’s changing room, under the neon light of a single overhead light bulb and in front of a purposefully unflattering mirror, but now you put it on, you felt as though you were staring at a goddess.

You stood there staring at yourself for another minute before suddenly waking up and running to the bathroom to remove the clips from your hair and brushing out your finger waves. Then, you practically sprinted to the entry hall to briefly root through shoe boxes and pulled out a pair of heels you had only worn once before. They were beautiful, a thin stiletto heel, a toe strap the same colour as your dress and a golden ankle strap made out of a delicate chain. Just as you were putting them on, the doorbell rang.

Bob stared at you, speechless for a moment when you opened the door, “Wow, you look gorgeous,” he said, “I can’t wait to see his reaction,” he added with a little laugh. You couldn’t either. You had done your level best to hide the dress from Jake since you had bought it, you wanted it to be a surprise. Bob turned towards his car, offering you an arm, “Shall we?”

“Lead the way,” you said, interlinking your arm with Bob’s after grabbing a coat and shawl and locking up your apartment.

Once at the car, he opened your door with an exaggerated bow, “M’Lady,” he said, quickly running to the other side of the car and getting into the driver's seat. You looked at the delicate golden bracelet watch on your wrist to see you were still a little early. Bob turned the key and started the car, pulling out of your apartment’s designated guest parking space. By the time you made it to the hotel where the banquet was being held, you were only forty-five minutes late.

You spotted Jake leaning against the bar, nursing a bourbon and talking to Rooster. He had his back turned to you and only knew to turn around because Rooster had seemingly stopped speaking mid-sentence. The second he saw you at the top of the stairs, Jake dropped his glass. It shattered with a loud noise that echoed through the space.

As people fussed over Jake, you gingerly walked down the grand marble staircase to the hotel’s ballroom, careful not to twist an ankle and add to the commotion. Once both of your feet landed on the soft red carpet, Jake shook himself off of the waiters trying to clean up the glass and advanced towards you.

“I’m not sure what to say,” he admitted, “you look breathtaking, mia cara.”

Jake had started calling you ‘Mia cara’, My dear, a few months ago. You liked the name, and it made you feel special, he didn’t call anyone else mia cara, but a month or so ago, you had gotten curious where the name had come from. When you asked him about it, his explanation made you feel so warm inside. His grandpa Thomas had called Nonna mia cara from the time they met until the day he died. Jake, even as a child, was in awe of his grandpa and seeing how long he and Nonna were married, he figured that the man must have been doing something right. He said that the name just felt fitting for you, “You are everything near and dear to me, why should I call you anything else?” with that you had given him a kiss. You had never been happier to have another name.

Jake had completely lost himself in your eyes when something collided into his shoulder with enough strength to knock him forward a little. He turned around to see Harvard and Yale, shortly followed by the rest of the squad. Bob and Fanboy were deep in a heated debate the likes of which could only ever be caused by Star Wars. As they both angrily gestured at each other to prove a point, you sidled closer to Jake, just to avoid getting hit. Instinctively, he threw an arm over your shoulder and held you closer.

Bob was gesturing wildly, deeply enthralled in the conversation, when his hand bumped Phoenix’s arm. The toothpick in her martini, which still had an olive on it, fell from her glass and landed on the floor. She moved to get it but, being stuck between all of the guys, it would be more awkward for her than for you.

“I got it,” you said, bending down, pressing yourself against Jake to keep your stability.

You heard a groan come from the man behind you and when you stood up, your head turning towards him, you saw a blush rapidly spread over his face. The rest of the team let out laughs as you just looked at him confused, “You alright?” you asked him quietly. To which he just nodded his head in answer.

Bob, his face red from laughter, choked out, “You good man? Still planning on waiting for marriage?”

Your eyes grew wide at his comment, realising exactly where you had brushed up against Jake. Now that the cat was out of the bag, the rest of the team seemed to all at once understand the situation.

Coyote looked at him with a pained expression, “That's why you’ve had a stick up your ass the last few weeks?” his voice surprised.

Now both of you were blushing, you didn’t want to discuss your sex life, or lack thereof, in front of the whole team.

Rooster just stared at him wide eyed, he smacked Coyote on the back of the head, “Hey man, Y/N is right here, let's leave this for later.”

With that, most of the group dispersed. Rooster, Coyote, and Bob all making their way to the bar, glancing back at you and Jake every now and then.

Jake rubbed a hand over his face, turning to you and trying to give you a smile, he opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything you started talking first, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

The hand that was sitting on your hip squeezed as he cut you off, “It’s okay, I need to have some more self control,” he said, his eyes darker than you had ever seen them.

You felt a blush burning across your own face, and you were sure that it could be seen through the makeup that you had put on before leaving the apartment.

“I’m just going to go take care of this,” you said, holding up the toothpick that had caused the whole issue.

Jake nodded, giving you a smile, “I’m going to go tell our friends to mind their own business.”

As the two of you parted ways, Phoenix came over to catch your arm, “I’m going to borrow her for a minute Bagman, hope you don’t mind.”

“It's no problem,” he said, turning around and walking towards the bar.

Phoenix looked at you for a moment before speaking, “Dove, that man is going to marry you and I’m not sure what you did to get him to change but good for you.”

You felt your blush get deeper, “Well we just wanted to do this right…” you started.

“I get that,” she said gently, “I just can’t believe that you tamed the Hangman.”

You let out a laugh, “No I don’t think…”

“Don’t tell me you’re blind Dove. The way he looks at you? I’ve been waiting for someone to look at me that way my whole life,” Phoenix said quietly, “I’m happy for you.”

The two of you found a trash can for the toothpick, as you made your way back to the bar, Vegas and Halo approached you.

“Well, it’s a shame you aren’t using Hangman to his full potential,” Vegas said, looking at you like you were a piece of gum she needed to scrape off the bottom of her shoe.

You started to defend yourself when Halo stepped in, “You see how he looks at her Vegas, they aren’t using one another. Stop trying to drive a wedge.”

Vegas turned on her, “I’m not trying to drive anything. Sex is an important part to any relationship, they will have to do it sooner or later.”

Rolling her eyes, Halo fought back, “Well it's really none of our business when they decide to do it. If you can’t respect that then maybe you should leave.”

Vegas’ face got red before she walked away from you, heading to the opposite end of the bar as the rest of the team.

“Can you believe her? I don’t know how you ride backseat for her Dove, I couldn’t do it,” Phoenix said.

Halo cleared her throat, “I can’t believe I thought she was my friend. I can’t be friends with someone who treats others so poorly.”

You were surprised by Halo’s words. Ever since the incident at the bar, you had exchanged only pleasantries. You had wanted to mend things many times, but the presence of Halo had always been a deterrent, and with how stubborn Halo could sometimes be, you thought she might never apologise for hurting you. This wasn’t the apology you had hoped, but it was a start.

“Yes, well, good of you to realise that,” Phoenix said, a hint of disapproval in her voice, “I need a refill.”

She marched off in the direction of the bar, before she could tell the bartender what she wanted, someone tapped a knife against a glass to catch everyone’s attention. Standing tall on the stage the live orchestra had been playing on stood Admiral Simpson.

“If I may have your attention for a moment please. We are gathered here for two very special occasions. This year marks the 40th birthday of the F-18. Although the aircraft has often been pitted against the Grumman F-14 Tomcat, the Grumman A-6 Intruder and the LTV A-7 Corsair II and criticised for its shortcomings in various departments, I think it is important that we highlight how versatile and reliable this aircraft has proven to be, as well as how instrumental it was to the creation of the Boeing FA-18E Super-Hornet. This brings us nicely to the second occasion. We are here to celebrate a man who showed exceptional leadership skills and bravery in the face of danger. He was brought back to Top Gun after being stationed in Lemoore where he had the honour of flying the FA-18E with his squadron, The Vigilantes. Lieutenant Commander Seresin, Congratulations,”

Cyclone raised his glass towards Jake, leading the way for everyone else to do the same. A blush creeped on his face but luckily did nothing more than tint his cheek a rosy shade of pink. You looked at him, finding him already looking at you, he winked.

For the rest of the evening, Jake was swarmed with people coming up to congratulate him. Eventually, he managed to extricate himself from a group of particularly chatty military wives and joined you by the bar.

“Please save me,” he whispered in your ear as another group of attendees dragged him into another round of ‘Congratulations’ and ‘It’s an honour to meet you’.

One of the men introduced himself, elbowing his way through the group to stand right in front of Jake, “I’m Killian Jones with the Nantucket Sunday Times, we’re doing an article about the great aircrafts of the twenty-first century. First of all, thank you for your service. I gather from the Admiral’s speech that you have some experience with the F--”

“Honey,” you interrupted, seeing Jake’s panicked look, “We should go, the babysitter needs to go home. It’s a school night”

“Right, yes, the babysitter. Yes, of course, we should go,” Jake said, trying to play along, “We should go now, actually, we really have a lot of road to do… It was lovely to meet you all, I hope you have a wonderful evening. Good luck with your article, Mr. Jones,” Jake said as you grabbed his hand and led him away, “Thank you so much,” he whispered to you as soon as he was out of earshot.

You waved towards the squad as you passed by, but didn’t stop. You gathered your coat at the door, forgetting to check if you had your shawl and stepped out of the hotel just in time to see the bottom of Coyote’s shoe step into a taxi, shortly followed by Phoenix. Tearing your eyes away from them, you followed Jake to his truck.

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Jake guided the truck down the road smoothly, his hand resting on your thigh, his thumb rubbing your knee gently. You couldn’t tear your eyes from him in his dress whites, somehow he made them look like they were made just for his tall, broad frame.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said softly, smiling at him.

He looked at you, a smile on his own face, “Thanks, mia cara.”

Before you could say anything else, he added, laughing, “Also, the babysitter? That’s the best you could come up with?”

You let out a quiet chuckle as Jake pulled into the parking lot of your apartment, “Well since we both want a whole brood I figured it wasn’t the worst white lie I’d ever told.”

He put the truck in park and walked you up to your door, his warm hand grazing the exposed part of your back, you couldn’t help but think about how much you wanted to kiss him. In the time you had been dating there were definitely a few times where you wanted to know what more was like. You knew that those were not the thoughts that a lady should be having, let alone an unmarried one, but it made you wonder how long he would wait to propose. If you were being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t mind a short engagement.

You got to the door, popping open your clutch purse to get out the key. You felt Jake press slightly against your back, his warm body in his dress whites keeping the slight chill of the night air from getting to you. As you pushed the door open and leaned down to take off your heels, you expected him to follow you inside, when he didn’t you looked up at him confused, “Coming in?”

“Baby, if I don’t leave now, I am going to do something that I’ll regret,” he said, giving you a light peck on your lips before physically pushing himself away from the doorframe.

As he took another step back, your hand shot out, grabbing on to the front of his dress whites, “I trust you not to,” you said, quietly, looking at his lips.

Jake moved so quickly, if you weren’t the thing he was moving towards, you would have missed it. He pushed you back into the apartment, slamming the door closed with his foot. Spinning the two of you around, he pushed you up against the door, his mouth never leaving yours in a passionate, deep kiss.

His tongue traced your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to his, letting him deepen the kiss more. You could feel his hands tracing your curves through the thin fabric of your dress, their warmth leaving a burning path in their wake. His hips stuttered forwards into yours, and you could feel the arousal that was so prominent in the bruising kiss that he had you trapped in.

You let out a quiet moan and Jake’s hands started to bunch up the fabric of your dress. His mouth suddenly separated from yours, his panting breaths blowing gently across your heated skin as he kept repeating, like a mantra, “We need to stop. We need to stop. We need to stop.”

But you found that you couldn’t stop. You were pressing little kisses to his cheek and jawline, running your fingers through his hair and down his back, you knew it was improper but you wanted more. His mouth found yours again, giving you small pecks between his whispered chanting. He pulled one of your legs up to his hip, his hand skimming over the bare skin of your ass. You let out a small squeak before biting his lower lip at the unfamiliar sensation of his calloused hand on your smooth skin.

He let out a groan, still chanting quietly to himself, “We need to stop, baby.” Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It startled you both and Jake’s hand squeezed you tightly enough that you knew there would be a bruise left in the morning. Before either of you could react, you heard the one person you didn’t want to see at the moment.

Cyclone’s voice came muffled through the door, “Damn, I told her to be careful with him. I hope they aren’t doing anything inappropriate.”

At that, Jake let go of you, the fabric of your dress fluttering to the floor, you both looked flushed and well kissed, but that wasn’t your biggest problem. Jake had marks from your teeth embedded in his lip, and his pants were tented with his prominent arousal. You stepped in front of him, turning to face the door, “Stay behind me,” was all the warning you gave before plastering a smile on your face and pulling the door open.

Cyclone looked the two of you up and down before holding out your shawl to you, “You left this at the table, just wanted to make sure it found its way back,” he said quietly.

“Thanks, Dad,” you said quietly, “Jake was just walking me in, like a good gentleman,” you threw on the end, hoping that your current states weren’t overly noticeable.

“I hope that’s all he was doing,” Cyclone said as he turned around and walked to his running car.

The blush that covered your face would have made a beet jealous, Jake reached forward and closed the door. The two of you looked at one another before bursting out in laughter, “Did that just happen?” you asked.

“I think it did,” he said, his gaze no longer holding the same amount of desire as it had previously.

You stepped forward looking through the peep-hole to see that Cyclone’s car had left, “Well sailor, you better get going, before we do something we'll both regret,” you said to him, a smile on your face.

“Obviously I can’t be trusted,” he said, placing one last, firm kiss on your lips before pulling open the door and running out to his truck. With a glance over his shoulder back at you, he climbed in the cab and pulled out of the parking lot.

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takeshitakyuuto · 11 months

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Trigun Book Club reading update volume 2 part one AKA volume 1 part two

Wellllll apparently the volumes I procured are quite a few chapters shorter than the English translations (I have three Trigun volumes instead of two), so I’ve got a few more chapters to read before this section of the book club ends. I’ll be back on track once we hit Maximum though! It’s actually probably a good thing this happened, though, or else these posts would’ve been just too long.

Ch 8. Yay Meryl! So that’s why that grunt said わ

“Vash the Stampede-san” is absolutely hilarious to me

That one panel with Vash facing away from the viewer standing in rubble and the sun like a halo around his head is so beautiful

Ch 9. There’s some really interesting imagery in this chapter... Are they creating life in that boiler room?

This “angel” is kinda giving me NGE vibes. I like how I’m seeing so much of other pretentious famous anime within Trigun

Okay this angel thing is awesome

兄弟？ oh biiiiitch

How does this angel fit into the train/sand steam though? Was it just a vessel to hold and transport the angel or was the angel powering it in some way?

Neon coming to the rescue was unexpected, but I like his reasoning for it as well. What an upstanding criminal

I love the way music, and especially simple song, is incorporated into this chapter! Music is such a marker of humanity to me and it seems like it’s being used here to show the love that Rem had for humanity. Vash’s love for humanity (that we as the reader see) seems to come more in the form of physical help

That chapter was packed! If it wasn’t obvious by the amount of notes I wrote, this chapter has been my favorite so far :3 I also really liked Kaito’s involvement in this whole arc. I don’t actually expect him to ever show up again but I always love when we get a little help from the common folk, especially a younger character like Kaito. And honestly, I think this chapter sold me the rest of the way on this series.

Ch 10.　Starting off the chapter with my favorite girls? Win!

Lol hiring out Vash just so he can have some babysitters

Ch 11. A mystery in the picture... Perhaps these old people are more than what meets the eye?

Alright that mystery was solved real fast

This is my son, I hope for him to grow up to be a kind and great man. His name is Badwick. What? No, it doesn’t mean anything at all!

10/10 mustache right there

It’s probably just because I don’t usually read action series, but the action seems to move super fast. We’re all caught up on moving these parents out of the way of Bad Guy #547 and then there’s an explosion? Which is more car people

omfg Jii-san is strapped to the high heavens

Also obsessed with barrel Vash

Ch 12. Meryl is really out here being the number one badass

Final thoughts: It’s a little odd writing my final thoughts here because I’ve got one more chapter before my volume two is finished! But that chapter will be in next week’s reading update. I really liked this last arc and the themes of family that it brought with it. There wasn’t a whole lot of Vash but we all know just how much I love Milly and Meryl, so who’s disappointed? Not me. I like the character development we’re getting before the “real” plot kicks in, but overall it felt like just that- character development with minimal actual effect on the series. I’m looking forward to the meat of the series, and especially dealing with the things we’ve seen in previous chapters so far, like more backstory with Rem and hopefully more on that Angel thing. I’m also pretty stoked for more world building, as it’s a space western but right now there isn’t a whole lot of the space part of it. We’ve seen great technical advancements and those alien horse things that were in the background near the beginning but that’s about it for any space age type stuff. Another thing I’ve been wondering about is the “plants.” I’ve been taking it to mean factory type plants but I don’t yet know if I’m correct or not. I assume we’ll get more on them in the future, as they’re brought up pretty frequently, and I really want to know what they are and why they’re so important (it’s gotta be more than just “factories = good for economy” right??).

#trigun #trigunbookclub #i saw people talking about chapter ten and I was like hey wait a minute #so yeah #until next week #🫡

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Church Encounters: Chapter 10

-- Let's say right now that @Igg5989 and I just enjoy putting Jake in unfortunate situations, poor lad...

This fic has been written in collaboration with @Igg5989, she is posting this to her tumblr and AO3 and she made the beautiful moodboard you see below!

Comments and reblogs are, as always, appreciated!

Tw. Mild angst, mentions of engine failure, dogfighting etc.

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Taglist: @acarboni21 @unsurebuttrying @dempy @peaches-1998 @bbooks-and-teas @Roosterscock --

For the last few weeks, the team had been practising with Maverick in the sky. He taught them the skills that he used in the F14 to take down the fifth generation fighters and while it wasn’t as discouraging as the uranium mission, the pilots were feeling the pressure of the dogfights.