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multifan2022 · 1 year

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Used to be yours

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You were never part of Bradley's plan. The plan consisted of two things, getting into the Navy, and being a pilot. But the day he met you was the day his list grew, grew to include you, the constantly forgotten best friend of his most hated classmate. Jake Seresin. He would never forget his Tapout ceremony, because that's where his real story starts.

You had known Jake your whole life so it wasn't really a surprise when he asked you to come to the ceremony. His father had also hated you for at least your entire friendship with his son. You, in his eyes, were nowhere near good enough to be associating with the Seresin Heir. It didn't matter that you had money of your own, sitting away in a trust fund. In Jacob Sr's eyes you were just the kid from town who's daddy had died in the line of duty.

It didn't matter that said daddy had died while on call as a firefighter..

So when you were told to buy your own ticket, get your own hotel room and rental car you really weren't surprised. What did surprise you though was Jake barely even saying hi to you before he was introducing some girl to the rest of his family. The snarky smile she gave you and the little finger wave of condescension turned your stomach. The little life that Jake had unknowingly left there the night before not yet protesting, but the action caused your heart to squeeze in pain. Without having to speak, since no one was listening anyways, you walked away and to the bathroom.

Your heart broke slightly when you came back and the entire Seresin family was nowhere to be seen. They had left, off to some fancy dinner without you. Jake had left.. without you.. suddenly the receipts for this trip flashed in your mind. The money for the ticket, room, the car you rented. The pretty black dress and shoes you bought to wear. All money wasted..

At least it was wasted until you turned around and noticed a group of high ranking Military men standing looking sadly at something. Side stepping a little you looked past them to see another man, still standing at attention, clearly waiting for no one but waiting all the same. You didn't know what took you over but suddenly you couldn't look away. Your feet moved towards him without thinking as you took him in.

He was beautiful. Beautiful in a broken kind of way, the same way you always saw in yourself when you looked in the mirror. Scars on his neck and face came into view the closer you got. And when his brown eyes locked onto yours it was like the entire world faded. Like you could see yourself introducing this man to your friends, to your grandma. Taking him to your dad's grave without him laughing or being awkward like Jake did the one time you took him there.

Bradley was shocked to see someone walking towards him. He wanted to turn and see who you were really looking for but he knew he was the only one left out on the field. He had seen Natasha pause wanting to turn around and tap him out. He could see her now from the corner of the field watching as this beautiful girl walked towards him. You stopped just in front of him and whispered a small hi. Clearly you were embarrassed, he was too. But when you asked in a voice much stronger if it was okay for you to tap him out he almost sagged in relief. When your hand came up to tap him on the shoulder tears filled his eyes.

Without asking his arms wrapped around you, yours easily coming around to hold him just as tightly. For some reason seeing him left out on the field waiting for someone who couldn't show up made you understand him on a level that so many other people couldn't. You ask him to go to dinner with you and the two of you spent the entire night talking about your parents and his. Expressing how grateful you both were to have someone in your life for you, it was your grandma for him, his Uncle Maverick. Maverick was due back the next day meaning that when Bradley practically begged you to meet him you couldn't turn it down.

The next morning when Bradley opened the door to the home he and Maverick were temporarily sharing, the wind was knocked out of his lungs. He had never been more sure than in that moment that his parents were truly looking out for him as his eyes took in the Hawaiian style dress sundress you were wearing. You mistook his awed look though, quickly explaining how your parents got married in Hawaii and how after your mother passed away your father took to wearing Hawaiian shirts to try and honor her memory. And how even after he passed away you tried to continue that tradition.

Bradley stopped you with a soft smile even though inside he wanted to strangle whoever it was that made you feel so self-conscious about it. Gently he grabbed your hand and guided you up to his makeshift room pulling out a Hawaiian shirt that belonged to his dad and telling you a very similar story. It was the start of what would become a fairytale-like story.

Three months later you were storming from Seresin family ranch and sprinting for your car. Positive pregnancy test fisted in your grip as Jacob's words replayed over and over in your mind. "No son of mine will be drug down by a bastard child." "You're just a sad little girl who's looking for a family" "He will never love you". After Jacob SR demanded he pay for an abortion you stormed out. His mother caught up to you on the porch, promising your child a trust fund and enough money to care for a baby for 18 years if you just swore to never tell Jake.

You were suddenly thankful that your plane ticket was for the same day. Bradley was coming home the next day and Mav had asked you to pick him up from the docks. You were beyond excited to see him. Your love for Jake had faded every single day as you talked to Bradley. You were terrified to tell him though that there was a baby growing in you. One that was put there by someone who went out of his way to make Bradley's life harder. Someone who used the fact that Bradley's parents had passed away as a reason why he wasn't good enough to be a pilot.

The next day your phone rang as this giant ship got closer and closer to the dock. Bradley had been staring at his phone for 10 minutes waiting to get enough service to call. He just wanted to know when the soonest he would be able to see you. He could hear the deep sadness and worry in your voice when you said you were waiting on the dock for him. He thought nothing could dampen the pure excitement he felt knowing that someone was waiting for him, especially someone he loved as much as he loves you. But he was proved wrong when he saw how puffy and red your eyes were. How your bottom lip quivered the closer he got. The only thought then was what he would do to make you feel better.

And that's what he did for the last 10 years every decision Bradley Bradshaw has ever made has been made with the utmost care. When he adamantly wanted nothing more than to continue dating you. When he said he wanted to be there for the birth of your daughter. Another year later when he got out on one knee and asked you to become his wife. When two years later he begged you to let him adopt and make her officially a Bradshaw. And potentially the biggest decision he's ever made to date, was made last week when Cyclone pulled all of the aviators and officially made them the dagger Squad. Everyone besides Maverick, Cyclone and Phoenix were shocked to hear the mustache man say that he needed to call and talk to his wife. The guys all sat around talking about how none of them had even known Bradshaw was married.

Jake scoffed and rolled his eyes when Phoenix told him in a very hard voice that it wasn't any of his business. Jake never understood because no matter how hard he tried to reconcile and create a friendship with Rooster the man just constantly blew him off. It didn't matter how many times he apologized for bringing up his dad. Or for screaming nepotism when he found out that Bradley had grown up with Ice and Mav. Bradley held strong that he couldn't forgive some of the things the man had said. But Jake didn't know Bradley wouldn't forgive him for the words that he spoke to you.

Bradley remembers the devastation on your face when you called Jake to tell him you were pregnant. It had taken Maverick and himself two months to talk you into it. And it was something Bradley hated remembering, hates that he had a hand in. Because he will never forget the look on your face when Jake told you he couldn't be friends with you anymore. That being friends with a young, single mother was bad for not only his family's reputation but his own. That he didn't want his higher up thinking he hung out with people who made bad choices. He hung up before you ever got the chance to tell him who the baby belonged to.

Two months later an envelope arrived in the mail, inside were papers that broke your heart even more. Paperwork signed by Jake stating that he wanted nothing to do with any potential child. Bank account information as well as trust fund information for your daughter from his parents with a letter from his mother apologizing that they could have nothing to do with you or her.

You never spoke to or of Hangman again, until your husband called and told you he had a possible permanent assignment. Told you the details and who would be there. You wanted to say no. Wanted to tell Bradley to come back to his previous team, back to the small home you had made for yourselves. But you could hear the underlying excitement in his voice. Could see the hope shining in his eyes even over Face-time. You knew being close to Mav and Ice would bring him joy. Being at TOPGUN made him feel closer to his father. Would give him an opportunity to become an instructor. You knew that you couldn't allow your past to destroy something beautiful in your future. Even if you knew that Rooster wouldn't complain a single time if you said you couldn't do it. But for him… you could do anything.

Even at that something was seeing Hangman. And yes that was what you were going to call him because the person you remembered as Jake was the first person you had ever fallen in love with, a boy from your childhood who would do anything and everything to make you smile. Hangman was the guy who left you at his Tapout ceremony. The guy who left when he found out you were pregnant. The guy who had hung you out to dry and never looked back. While you were ridiculously grateful that he had saved your husband and surrogate father in law, you couldn't forgive him for everything else.

That's why now Bradley was standing on the tarmac nervous as hell. Because he hadn't seen you or his daughter in months and of course Hangman had to be here with the group. Claiming he wanted to see everyone's happy reunions. Bradley had sent you a text stating that the blond was here, he just hoped you would see it before you got off the plane. As he watched the tires bounce on the ground he got a text.

BeautifulGirl: Hen wants Mav to catch her off the stairs like always. Catch me BradBrad?

BradBrad: Always Beautiful. Be the last off for me. ❤️

He leaned over and showed the text messages to Maverick who chuckled and shook his head even though deep down he absolutely loved having a tradition with his granddaughter. So together they stood and waited watching as Phoenix's girlfriend came rushing down the stairs screaming for her. As Bob's little sister brought over his dog, and as Payback reunited with his two daughters and wife before moving forward.

Bradley turned back looking at the group, happy to find that Coyote and Hangman were being introduced to Payback's wife so they were too busy to watch. As soon as they reached the bottom of the plane stairs a beautiful little blonde girl with sea-foam green eyes threw herself off the second to last step and into the arms of her Grandpa, both of them laughing. Pete gently stepped out of the way so that you could throw your arms and legs around your husband pressing your lips together all in pretty much one movement. He wrapped one arm under your butt, holding you too him while the other wrapped around your neck. It was a feeling neither of you would ever get used to or tired of.

Being together, touching each other in any way was addictive. The two if you were always touching. Whether it was holding hands or Bradley's hand resting on your back or you sitting on his lap, you were always touching when you were together. Next to you you guys could hear Mav and Henley giggling. Bradley smiled whispering to you "I'm chop liver to her when Poppas here" you nodded brushing your fingers down his cheek. Mavs voice broke the little bubble around the two of you. "How about we go get some lunch and ice cream then my little Henny can stay the night."

Hangman watched from the other side of the tarmac as Rooster and Maverick each carried someone away from the plane and towards Bradley's Bronco. There was something in the back of his mind and in his heart screaming to get a closer look. To know who this little girl was in Mavericks arms. To just see the face of the woman that was so tightly held against Bradley. But as he went to take a step forward Phoenix laid a hand on his chest and gave him a hard look while shaking her head. When he looked back up the little family was already loading into the Bronco.

PART 2

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amuseoffyre · 1 year

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I saw the description of OFMD on the Beeb and it described Stede as aristocratic. There’s a definite misconception that ‘Gentleman’ means ‘aristocrat’. Stede is definitely not an aristocrat based on several factors:

he describes himself as ‘landed gentry’ in his big debut - this a sub-class of the upper class who had enough money to get themselves some land and live off the profits of a trade, but are definitely at the very bottom of that tier of the social pecking order, unlike the aristocracy who “inherit it like a normal person”. A lot of gentlemen would cut ties with the business that made them their fortune because it was seen as sullying to be in trade.

Stede’s father casually doing manual labour like killing the goose and describing as “this is what a man’s work looks like”. Yes, aristocrats would cheerfully slaughter hundreds of thousands of animals for sport, but slaughtering a goose for dinner? I can’t picture it.

his father straight up tells him “you didn’t earn it, you lucked into it”, which implies that he is the one who has made the family fortune and he resents primogeniture, which means Stede will inherit it all.

Mary’s mother describes him as “not a derelict. He has money”, which is the only positive thing she can say about him. Likewise, Stede’s father sees Mary as a means to get acreage - her huge tracts of land 😏- that will elevate them into the Gentry

Stede’s social status when faced with the British Naval Officers - many Officers in the Navy were aristocrats. Likewise boarding schools were packed with them because lol! Parent our own children? Who would do such a thing! Pass them off to the help. First sons got the title/land/fortune, while second, third and more sons tended to join one of the military options or the church. Within the upper upper class there would be a social hierarchy depending on rank and station. In every possible way, Stede is at the bottom of it, which makes sense since he’s a New Money Gentleman as well as not fulfilling any social expectations of masculinity

he describes the party ship as “a bunch of posh knobs hob-nobbing with other posh knobs”. He even describes it as “high society in all it’s grotesque glory”. To the crew, he probably seems like he is a posh knob, but all things considered, he and Mary weren’t posh. Rich, yes. But posh is Antoinette and Gabriel or Sigfried: Posh generally has the vibe of knowing your 11th grandfather’s name and embarrassing scandal that had him executed by the king.

The British class system is such a weird place and heaven help you if you didn’t toe the line and fit in your nice little box.

#ofmd #ofmd meta #ofmd thinkie thoughts #stede bonnet

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softspiderling · 2 years

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cruel existence | j.h.s.

summary: “Excuse me, can anyone tell me where I can find Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw?” Jake’s head whirled to the guy nobody had heard coming into the break room. His hair was wild, face red, as if he had been running for the past few minutes. Only when Jake’s eyes fell to his FBI minted vest, his heart plummeted into his stomach, the smile on his face vanishing. “What happened?” Jake asked, nearly falling over his feet as he walked up to the man, blood rushing into his ears. “Is she okay?” or, you get hurt at work and Jake spirals

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x reader

warnings: mention of violence, blood, usage of guns, and a death (of a minor character)

word count: 3,7k

author’s note: hello my friends. here is pt. 3 of the wingman's best friend universe, and if you missed jake and fbi!reader rest assured, they are back. honorable mentions to my ride or die's jordan, sol and may @gretagerwigsmuse @seasonsbloom @sunderlust ily guys. no beta, we die like goose. PS: this fic is part of the wingman’s best friend universe, but can be read as a stand-alone!

It was silent.

The only thing echoing through the warehouse was water dripping on the ground, paired with the squelching sound your boots made as you walked further into the dark building.

Donovan Sinclair had been in possession of two dirty bombs; you and your team had been trying to chase him all week. It had started off with an explosion at a corner store, where Sinclair’s partner had accidentally set off one of the bombs, killing him and 4 other civilians, injuring 9 others. Even though the incident has been on the news for basically every single minute of the day, you were told by your officials to not announce your current findings of the case, so as to not set off a wild panic.

Which was not very easy for you.

While the rest of your team struggled with keeping the possibility of a bomb going off any second, it was even harder for you. You’d set off a Navy wide alarm if you told Bradley or Jake, not that they would tell anyone classified information. But you wanted to grab both of them and pack them in a car and drive far away from wherever Sinclair was currently holed up. The sudden disappearance of two high ranking naval aviators? You weren’t sure what would set off the Navy’s alarm bells if not that.

So you just tried to stay busy. Which really wasn’t that hard, since there was a terrorist on the loose. By the third day, you hit a dead end, when one of a street camera caught Sinclair exiting a hardware store. By the time you got there, he had hijacked a car and made you chase him through the entire city, which got you here.

“Any signs of him outside, Mateo?”

“Negative. Avery and I will enter the building from the other side, let’s try to cage him inside the warehouse.”

You glanced over to your partner Gia, motioning for her to lead the way, the two of you tiptoeing through the huge empty warehouse. As quiet as possible, you approached the hallway, where it split into left and right. Hesitantly, Gia glanced back at you. In all your training, you’ve been told over and over again to never leave your partner. There was a reason why you worked in teams. But you’ve also learned to trust your instincts, and you couldn’t live with yourself if this son of a bitch got away.

“Let’s split up,” you whispered, giving Gia a nod of reassurance. “Stay alert, we’ll meet up in the back.” With a tap to your earpiece, you turned down the right hallway, your shoulders tense. There were offices lined on either side of the hallway and you checked every single one, entering the rooms with your gun first. You might have backed Sinclair in the corner but you knew better than to underestimate a perp, especially one that was as dangerous as him.

At the end of the hallway was a large, dark room, with tall, metal shelves in the middle. As you stepped into the room, you felt the hairs by the nape of your neck rise immediately.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

In the split second that it took your eyes to adjust to the darkness, another body slammed into your side, hard. Your gun slipped out of your hand, clattering against the floor and you barely had time to react before you got a heavy punch right into the stomach; you doubled over in pain as the other person chuckled darkly.

Sinclair.

You curled your hand into a fist, slamming it into Sinclair’s face, but he easily dogged your fist, shoving you against the metal shelf. It knocked the breath out of you and before you could recover, he grabbed you by the shoulders, throwing you across the floor. Even before your face made contact with the ground, you knew that your chances against him were slim. He had caught you off guard, and clearly had more strength than you did. Crouching on your knees, your vision was starting to get blurry, but you launched yourself at his legs, toppling him over with a crash.

“Stupid bitch!” Sinclair sneered, slapping you across the face so hard that your skin splits open, warm blood trickling down your cheek. Prying your hands from his legs, Sinclair kicked your torso until tears sprung into your eyes, all you wanted to do was give up. But you couldn’t.

Sinclair leaned over you, pressing his palm against your ribs, making you cry out in pain, as you saw your gun glinting in the far right side on the floor. As your hand reached out for it, Sinclair wrapped his around your neck, tightening his grip.

“You really think I’d let the FBI ruin my plans?” Sinclair grunted, pressing even tighter. It was getting harder for you to breathe, your fingertips barely grazing against the butt of the gun, but Sinclair quickly caught on, his hands loosening as he scrambled for your gun.

Reacting quickly, even though your lungs were burning and your entire body was telling you to rest, you grabbed Sinclair by the back of his jacket, flinging him back as hard as you could. Lunging forward, you reached for your gun but just as you were about to grab it, Sinclair pulled you back by your legs, the gun slipping out of your hand.

Heaving, you propped yourself up, barely any fight left in you, but Sinclair was already pointing the gun at your head, smirking.

“Any last words?”

You spat blood at his shoes, raising your chin defiantly, trying to show you weren’t afraid, even though you were terrified. Bradley was never going to forgive you, and Jake? You didn’t even want to think about him right now.

“Fuck you,” you hissed at him and Sinclair’s eyes flashed angrily before a shot rang through the air. You expected a searing pain, but it never came, as Sinclair sank to his knees, blood oozing out of the gun shot in his forehead. Whirling your head back, you saw Gia standing in the doorway, breathing out deeply, before you sighed in relief, letting yourself relax.

However, it suddenly felt like all the energy was drained from you, the pain that shot from every limb was so unbearable, it was getting hard to breathe.

“Agent down, I repeat, we got an agent down. Send an ambulance to our location immediately!” Gia yelled, before gentle hands brushed your hair out of your face, something wet dropped on your cuts. It burned

“Hurts…” you croaked out, your eyes fluttered open just to see Gia staring down at you, tears in her eyes.

“We never should’ve split up. Stay awake, okay? The ambulance will be right here, you have to stay awake.”

“‘m… So tired…”

You could hear Gia say your name, gently shaking your, sending shots of pain right through your body. In the distance, there were sirens, but you weren’t sure if you were imagining things. Loud, hurried steps came closer, before you finally let yourself fall, letting the darkness engulf you.

“Anyone up for a beer tonight? It’s been ages since we went down to the Hard Deck,” Halo sighed, leaning her head against Fritz’ shoulder. The rest of the squadron voiced their agreements, but Jake only grunted, shaking his head.

“I think I am out. Gonna see if my girl wants to get dinner tonight.”

“How is my favorite FBI agent doing?”

Jake rolled his eyes at Javy peering over the magazine he was reading. Ever since he found out that you were an actual FBI agent, he’d been pestering you and Jake (and Bradley, occasionally) with questions, his act of protective best friend completely forgotten. Jake blamed Javy’s obsession with Criminal Minds.

“She’s fine. Just, extremely busy and stressed, I’ve barely seen her,” Jake lamented. “Her new case is heavy, that’s all I know.”

“Ooooh what kind of case is it? Russian mob? British spy? Serial killer?”

“My god, he’s like a puppy,” Yale muttered, wrinkling his nose at Javy, but he only whacked him with the rolled up magazine. The two began bickering with Yale putting Javy in a headlock, the latter pinching his sides.

“Excuse me, can anyone tell me where I can find Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw?”

Jake’s head whirled to the guy nobody had heard coming into the breakroom. His hair was wild, face red, as if he had been running for the past few minutes. Only when Jake’s eyes fell to his FBI minted vest, his heart plummeted into his stomach, the smile on his face vanishing.

“What happened?” Jake asked, nearly falling over his feet as he walked up to the man, blood rushing into his ears. “Is she okay?”

The FBI guy eyed Jake, his gaze drifting to the other aviators, before looking back at Jake.

“I need to find Lieutenant Br-”

“Listen buddy,” Jake hissed, grabbing him by the vest roughly, pulling him close. “If you don’t tell me right now what’s going on, I will-”

“Hangman!”

Jake turned away from the red faced FBI guy, only to see Rooster running up to him, his phone clutched so tightly in his hand his knuckles were turning white. Jake’s breath stocked in his throat.

“She’s in the hospital. We gotta go now.”

The ride to the hospital passed like a blur, Jake hadn’t even paid attention. The only thing he knew was what Bradley had told him.

She and her team were chasing some guy and he caught Toots off-guard. She put up a hell of a fight, but the guy was huge and she and her partner had split up. She didn't have a chance. I- They called me, because I’m her emergency contact, Alvarez was just doing his job, following protocol. They say she’s still in surgery. It’s-

Rooster’s voice had cut off and Jake knew better than to look over or to say anything. They both were having dark thoughts, knowing exactly that they should expect the worst. Jake’s never been on the other side of this. Sure, he was waiting outside the doctor’s office after Javy went into G-loc, but this? This was different.

This was you.

As soon as Rooster pulled into a parking spot haphazardly, both men bolted out of the car, all but running into the hospital. Reaching the front desk, the nurse looked up, eyebrows raised.

“Is Toots-?” Rooster paused, taking a deep breath before giving the nurse your real name. “Where is she?”

The nurse pursed her lips as she clicked through the files on her screen before turning back to Rooster and Jake.

“She’s still in surgery. You’re welcome to take a seat in the waiting room.”

With an annoyed huff, Jake pushed away from the desk, heading into the waiting room, but instead of sitting down like Rooster, Jake started pacing from one end to the room to the other. About ten minutes in, the grandma in the right corner glared at Jake and it took everything in Jake not to snap at her. He’d rather direct his anger at Rooster.

“How the hell are you so calm?”

Rooster rubbed his hand over his face, his gaze on the floor before he lifted his head to look at Jake.

“You’re already about to fly off the handle, one of us has to stay calm.”

Scoffing, Jake turned away from Rooster with a shake of his head. He continued pacing for another minute, before he gave up, falling down in the chair next to Rooster. Both of them sat there in silence, and then Jake spoke up, his voice barely a whisper.

“How many times has this happened before?”

“Not as many times as you’re afraid of, but more than you’d like,” Rooster replied with a wry smile, exhaling deeply. “After I graduated from college, she was the only one who was there for me whenever I had an incident at work. It was like we took turns waiting for each other in the hospital and it kind of sucked having to wait by myself. Worry by myself.”

Rooster looked over to Jake. “I’m glad she has you, now.”

Jake wasn’t sure what to answer, so he didn’t say anything, leaning back in his chair and praying that you’d be okay. When the doctor finally came into the waiting room, calling your name, Jake and Rooster both jumped up, staring at her

“The surgery went well, there were no complications. She has several broken ribs and internal bleeding, all she has to do now is rest,” the doctor said, closing your file. “You may see her now. But she’s still asleep.”

“Thank you,” Jake replied, breathing a sigh of relief. He stood up, following the doctor to the room, the door closed. He wasn’t sure what he had expected but when the doctor opened the door, Jake stopped in his tracks. You were lying in the hospital bed, your usually bright skin impossibly pale, bruises splattered across your body, where it wasn’t covered by your gown. If it wasn’t for the slow rise but continuous rise of your chest, he might’ve thought you dead. His breath hitched in his throat.

“Go,” Rooster muttered, giving him a light shove, but Jake shook his head, leaning against the door frame, suddenly feeling nauseous.

“I can’t.”

“Wha-? Hangman!”

Nearly stumbling over his feet, ignoring Rooster calling after him, Jake fled down the hallway, looking for a bathroom. He knew what had happened to you, but why was it so much worse seeing you like this?

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was a bright light coming from the left; then you felt the warm hand caressing over your knuckles.

“Jake…?” you croaked out, slowly opening your eyes.

“Hey… No, it’s me.”

It took you a while before the room stopped spinning that you recognized Bradley on your bedside, looking at you with furrowed brows. Disappointment settled in your stomach. While Bradley still was your emergency contact, you had expected Jake to be here for you when you woke up, at the very least.

“Are you in a lot of pain?” Bradley asked, the concern obvious in his voice.

You tried wiggling all your body parts and to your relief, you could feel all of them; the pain, that you remembered being overwhelmingly strong, was now merely a dull ache. Only your head felt like someone had dropped a boulder on it.

“Honestly, I thought I’d feel worse,” you admitted. “Though my head’s a bit woozy.”

“Just wait until the anesthesia wears off, you’ll be in so much pain,” Bradley teased. You chuckled, but only briefly, your smile dropping as you glanced over to the door. He followed your gaze and you wished that Jake would appear, so you wouldn’t look stupid.

“He was here, you know?” Bradley said quietly, turning back to you. “He nearly beat up Alvarez for not telling him what had happened to you. He just- bolted as soon as he saw you lying in here like this.”

“That’s dumb.”

Bradley gave you a look. “Imagine him lying in this bed, in the same state that you’re in. How would you react?”

Miffed, you settled back in your bed, giving your best friend a dirty look.

“Since when do you come to Jake’s defense? You love fucking with him.”

“Hey, don’t act like I hate him. We’ve had our issues, but those were Hangman and Rooster issues. I never had an issue with him being your boyfriend. He’s good for you and you’re good for him. And knowing you, you’re probably starting to get a bit pissed off at him. Which is fair, but don’t be too hard on him.”

You scoffed at his words, even though you knew he was right. But the way Jake reacted just didn't feel right. Up to this point, your relationship was… Easy. Fun. You never even fought before. This was the first bad thing that happened since you started dating and Jake’s first instinct was to run?

“I am going to get the doctor and grab you some water, okay? Are you going to be alright by yourself?”

Bradley’s words drew you out of your spiraling thoughts and you waved him off, nodding.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be fine, you mother hen.”

Bradley pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before he left the room, leaving you by yourself. You knew that the next couple of days were going to be rough. Gia was probably filling out the report for the case and maybe getting reamed at by your supervisor for splitting up in the first place.

Now that you thought about it, you’d probably get the same lecture when you’d get back to work.

Someone by the door cleared their throat and when you looked up, you saw Jake lingering in the doorway. You fought the urge to turn your face away from him, but you couldn’t help glaring at your boyfriend.

“How you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” you replied, casting your eyes down on the bed, horrified to realize that there were tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I’m going to be honest, sweets, you scared the shit out of me,” he said as he approached your bed, his hand finding yours. “When I saw you lying here like this, I- Are you crying?”

Jake’s tone rose when he noticed the streaks of tears on your cheek. ��Are you in pain? Can you breathe? I’ll go get the doctor!” He let go of your hand, standing quickly, pausing when you called his name.

“I am fine!”

“Then why are you crying?” Jake asked, confused. You rolled your eyes at him, wincing when that made your migraine stronger.

“Why weren’t you here when I woke up? Bradley said you came here with him, but then you just bolted? What the fuck, Jake?”

You stared at him, waiting for an answer, but Jake just stood there, frozen.

“Is that how it’s going to be everytime something bad happens? You just bolt, leaving Bradley to deal with the consequences and come back when everything is okay?”

Jake clenched his jaw, before taking a deep breath.

“Maybe I deserved that. But you can’t seriously believe what you’re saying. Sweets, I am 100% in this relationship, you hear me?” he sat back down on the bed, lacing your hand with his in a tight, but not uncomfortable hold. “You’re right. I should’ve been here when you woke up, that’s on me. But when I saw you lying here like this… I got scared, okay? It fucking scared me seeing you so small and frail, because I’ve never seen you like that. And that made me think what if… What if next time, you can’t fight back? What if… What if I lost you?”

Looking at him through your lashes, you wiped the tears on your cheeks, unsure what to say.

“I am sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up. And I am sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t count on me. I promise I’ll be better,” Jake said, looking at you, his forehead creased.

“It was pretty shitty of you.”

The corner’s of Jake’s mouth ticked upwards and he reached out to gently cup your face with his hand.

“It was... Are you doing okay?”

You nodded, covering his hand with yours. Somehow, his touch calmed you, making you feel safe without really doing much.

“Yeah, for now. I don’t know how much pain I’ll be in after the anesthesia wears off, though. I just hope that I can go home today.”

“Sorry, but no,” Jake answered, clicking his tongue. “They’re keeping you here overnight and if your breathing looks good tomorrow, they’ll let you go home. But you’re not allowed back to work until the doctor’s given you a clean bill of health.”

“... I am sorry, but have you become a doctor since I last saw you?”

Before Jake could reply, a doctor entered your room with Bradley in tow, who settled on the other side of your bed, holding a water bottle in his hand. The doctor gave you a small smile as she opened your file.

“I am glad you’re up, special agent. You have significant bruising and internal bleeding, especially from the broken ribs. We fixed the broken ribs surgically and I would like to keep you here overnight, just as a precaution. I wouldn’t want you to come back here by tomorrow evening complaining of chest pains. You should abstain from strenuous activities for at least six weeks, and I advise you against working, if that’s at all possible. If you insist on working, then desk duty, only. I’ll prescribe you some pain killers for when you’re at home, otherwise you should just rest,” the doctor said, closing your file. “Do you have any more questions?”

A bit baffled, you shook your slowly, waiting until the doctor left the room before you glanced at Jake suspiciously, giving him a look.

“You cornered her before, didn’t you?”

“So what if I did? I wanted to make sure that I knew everything there is to know to make sure you heal with no problems at all,” Jake pointed out and you leaned back in your bed with a huff.

“Wow. Two mother hens? How will I survive?”

Jake and Bradley both started going off in rants, making you regret your statement immediately. By the next day, after the doctor deemed you well enough to leave the hospital, Jake drove you home, insisting on taking the next few days off so he could take care of you. You were tucked into bed, comfortable on a mountain of pillows (because Jake read that lying flat on your back would put more pressure on your broken ribs), as Jake tuttered around your apartment, locking the door and putting your things away.

“You know you don’t have to do all of this, right?” you asked him when he finally came to bed, crawling under the blanket on the left side of the mattress.

“I know,” Jake replied, snuggling up to you, yearning for physical touch without hurting you. “But I want to.”

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Worth Fighting For | Maverick Mitchell

masterlist | One Year TG celebration

synopsis: Maverick can't help but fight for who he loves

word count: 2.5k

warnings: sexism, fighting, cursing, mentions of canon character death, oblivious friends to lovers

“Why should I have to respect her? She’s a-“

Maverick knew that it probably wasn’t a good idea to go to the O Club on a night after an exam.

He knew the whole place would be crawling with young pilots wanting to blow off steam from a stressful week of flights and studying for the exam. He also knew there would be a handful of spiteful pilots who were pissed about their exam grades. But there was no arguing a grade when every single question was multiple choice.

Maverick had a love-hate relationship with his position at top gun. He hated being chained to a classroom most days. He hated lecturing. He hated having to teach “by the book”. He hated having to answer to Ron Kerner of all people.

but he did love teaching young pilots and seeing them excel throughout the course. And he also loved getting to work with the love of his life day after day.

You and Maverick knew that there was no replacing your brother, Goose. You had been on the ground in the rec room hearing every single bit of the accident and had begged Viper to let you get on the rescue chopper. It was the worst day of your lives to go up to Carole’s door and tell her that her husband was dead.

But before the accident, the two of you were never really close. You always saw Maverick as Goose’s annoying, hotshot best friend, and Maverick saw you as his RIO’s little sister. But after the accident, everything had changed. He had been driving your brother when he died, and you saved Maverick’s life in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Maverick had found the courage later that night to ask you out, but that dream was squashed when he saw Tom Kazansky leading you to his room.

You didn’t know that Maverick had caught you that night, and he never did bring it up. The two of you both seemed to just brush off that night and continue on as best friends. Now, the two of you were both instructors at TopGun, alongside Ice and Slider.

Even though you were one of the best pilots in the Navy, the Navy didn’t seem to treat you with that kind of respect. You were the same rank as your male counterparts and had higher ASVAB and GT scores. You also graduated top of your class at the Academy. You were almost as decorated, if not more decorated than Ice. . . but because you were a girl, everyone seemed to turn the other way. You tried your best to not let it bother you, rolling back your shoulders and keeping your head held high with confidence. But some days it got the better of you, and it would be clearly drawn across your face.

“Ignore what that prick said to you. He’s just pissed ‘cause his boy failed the test,” Slider said to you, pushing a shot of tequila toward you.

You sighed, “It’s not even the fact that Captain Holloway yelled at me, it’s the fact that he did it in front of Viper. And fucking Viper just stood there!”

“Because he knows you can handle it,” Ice chimed, “He knows you can handle your own. You don’t need us for backup.”

“Well, it would’ve been nice, assholes,” You chided and grabbed the shot in front of you. Maverick watched as you tilted your head back and downed it in one go.

Everyone knew that having a legacy student in the class was going to cause some complications, but no one expected Captain Holloway to drive across base and demand to see the “half-wit instructor” who gave his son a failing grade on his exam. Iceman had originally stood up, preparing to take the fall for it, but you stood up instead, taking 100% accountability. Captain Holloway let you know how angry he was that his son had failed and was being kicked out of TopGun, his face growing red with anger and the vein in his forehead pulsing. But you just stood calmly, letting the old naval aviator get his frustration out. And when he was done yelling and insulting your intelligence, you handed him his son’s failed exam and the answer key, telling him to look through and see it for himself.

“I think I’m gonna turn in,” You said, causing groans to arise from Slider and Iceman, “Yeah, yeah, cry me a damn river.” You slid out of the booth, and retrieved your wallet to toss a couple of bills on the table to cover your drinks, “It was nice gossiping with you ladies, but I am beat. I’ll see you Monday.”

“Goodnight, Hawk,” Maverick said, as you turned to leave. You gave him a small smile before grabbing your cap and getting lost in the sea of naval officers.

The booth was silent for just a moment, and Maverick looked down at the drink in front of him, until an ice cube hit him right in the forehead. He lifted his head up and furrowed his eyebrows at Slider, who had a guilty grin on his face.

“What the fuck, Slider?” Maverick asked.

“No, you what the fuck,” Slider said.

“‘Goodnight, Hawk’?” Ice asked and Maverick looked at him confused, “She had an awful day and you say all of three words to her the whole night? What the hell is your deal?”

Maverick rolled his eyes and sat back in the booth, “You said she had it handled, and she did. She didn’t need any additional sympathy.”

“God, no wonder you couldn’t keep Charlie around,” Slider mumbled.

Maverick scoffed, before downing his beer, “I’m getting another drink.”

“Oh, me too?” Slider asked, holding up his rocks glass.

“Suck my johnson, Kerner,” Maverick cursed as he left the two pilots in the booth.

Maverick nodded to Tony as he bellied up at the bar, sliding his empty beer bottle across the dark wood. He knew that his feelings towards Hawk were very one-sided and that everyone could see it. Hell, even Charlie could see it for the short amount of time they were together. Maverick was always at your beck and call, always right by your side when you needed him. Charlie had confronted Maverick about it a couple of days before she left for DC. But there was nothing Maverick could do, you were Ice’s girl. . . well, as far as anyone knew, you were Ice’s girl.

“Did you see Commander Bradshaw was here?” Maverick turned his head slightly, seeing two of his young pilots walking up to the bar, “Can’t believe she’d even come to a place like this.”

The other pilot, a blonde one that Maverick couldn’t remember the name of, but didn’t like, smirked, “Of course, she’d be here. They gotta get her loosened up somehow.”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you see who she was with? Maverick, Slider, and Ice. . . It’s not rocket surgery to know how she got her job.”

Maverick clenched his jaw as Tony set a fresh beer in front of him. He muttered thanks and slid some bills out of his wallet, still listening to the young pilots insult you.

“Did you see the way she nearly cried today? God, I wish Viper would’ve fired her,” The Blonde pilot said, “She doesn’t know her shit. She’s slow in the air. She acts like a fucking twat anytime Maverick is-”

Maverick slammed his beer bottle down, causing the two pilots to look at him. From across the bar, Slider and Ice turned their heads to see the showdown starting to happen.

“Oh Jesus Christ,” Iceman muttered, seeing Maverick’s small frame try to square up to a taller pilot.

“You two,” Maverick said, pointing between the two pilots, “Need to watch what you say about your commander.”

The Blonde scoffed, “For what fucking reason? You clearly didn’t have a thing to say when Captain Holloway was ripping her a new one.”

Maverick could feel the blood pulsing through his body as his hands started to shake with rage, “He’s her superior, you are not. You need to treat Commander Bradshaw with respect.”

“Why the fuck should I have to show her any respect? She’s a-”

Nobody heard the last part of the blonde pilot’s sentence, because Maverick had punched him right in the jaw. Gasps were heard throughout the club as Maverick grabbed the pilot’s collar, and punched him again, a sickening crack filling the air. But the blonde didn’t stay down for long, reeling his head back and headbutting Maverick. Maverick groaned, lunging forward to throw another punch, but was held back by Ice. Slider grabbed the other pilot and pulled him away from the bar.

“No more fucking scenes, Mitchell,” Ice muttered in his ear, dragging him towards the front door of the O Club.

Maverick didn’t put up any protests as Ice put him in the car, and drove down the familiar streets to your house. Instead, Maverick looked down at his split knuckles and occasionally wiped away the blood falling from his nose. When the two of them arrived at your house, Ice told Maverick to stay in the car, as he jogged up to your front door. Maverick watched out the window as you came to the door, a smirk on your face, your body clad in a silk nightgown. Then he watched the smirk fall as Iceman pointed towards the passenger seat where Mav was at. He gave you a small wave, and you rolled your eyes, walking into your house.

Ice jogged back to the car, and pulled open the passenger side door, “C’mon, she said she’ll fix you up.” Maverick just huffed and looked down at his hands, “Quit being a fucking toddler and get out of the car.”

Maverick complied and got out of the car. He walked up the steps to your front door, finding it slightly ajar, and walked in. You were already laying out first aid supplies on the coffee table, and now you had a sheer robe covering your silk nightgown. Maverick felt bad as he shuffled his feet and sat down on your couch, already knowing this all too familiar drill. You sat down next to him, your knee gently brushing his khaki-clad thigh, as you grabbed his face and turned his head towards you.

“What have I told you about getting into fights?” You asked.

“It was for a good cause,” Maverick gave you that all too sweet signature smirk. But you saw right through it, just like your brother once had, “Some pilots were talking shit about you. I couldn’t just not do anything.”

You nodded your head, reaching forward on the coffee table and getting a cotton ball. You doused it in hydrogen peroxide, then grabbed Maverick’s bloodied hand. He hissed as you touched the cleaning agent to the split skin.

“You realize you can’t punch every aviator who says something bad about me,” You briefly glanced up from cleaning his hand, “It won’t end well for you.”

“It’s a chance I’m willing to take.”

“Well I’m not going to let you,” You sighed, putting the sullied cotton ball on a paper towel. You grabbed a roll of gauze and wrapped it around his hand. Maverick could tell that there was something you wanted to say. You and Goose were the exact same; clenching your jaw and letting out small sighs when there was something right on the tip of your tongue that you wanted to say.

“Just say it,” Maverick said.

You looked up at him for a moment and then back down at his hand, “I put in my resignation letter to Viper.”

“What?” Maverick pulled his hand away from you, “Well. . . go take it back.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can!” Maverick shouted, standing up from your couch, “I quit TopGun and came back, you surely can go take your resignation letter-”

“I’m not going to,” You said calmly. You let out a deep breath and patted the spot next to you for Maverick to sit. He kept his emerald eyes on you as he sat back down. You grabbed his good hand, and held it in both of yours, “I am not going to take my resignation letter back. I realized today when Captain Holloway was yelling at me, that this isn’t what I want to do. I only took the job because it was what Goose wanted. He wanted to get first so he could get the teaching job and have something more permanent for Bradley and Carole. But teaching, being chained to a classroom? It’s just not me.”

Maverick totally understood where you were coming from. He thought so many times about writing his resignation letter, but the one thing that stopped him was you and the feelings he had. But now, he wasn’t so sure if his love for teaching was enough to keep him at TopGun.

“And, normally, I would never ask this of anyone, let alone a fucking guy,” You said and Maverick snapped his head towards you, “But. . . uh. . . come with me?”

“What?” Maverick asked, his jaw slightly open in awe.

“Come with me,” You said, “You hate teaching as much as I do and I don’t think that I-”

You were cut off by Maverick’s lips on yours. You were frozen for only a split second before you kissed him back, your hands going to rest on his cheeks. He pulled back first for air, looking into those eyes that he had known to love so much. But then, it all came crashing down and Maverick realized what he had done.

“Oh my god, Hawk,” Maverick said, getting up from the couch. You tried to ignore the pang in your chest as he walked to the other side of the room, “I’m so sorry. I know that you are with Ice and that was so-”

“Wait, what? What did you just say?”

“That I’m sorry.”

“No, after that.”

“You are with Ice.”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Maverick’s words. You had heard some ridiculous rumors about yourself, but this was definitely a new one. Maverick’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched tears fall down your cheeks as you clutched your belly from laughing so hard. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had seen you laugh like this, but it had to have been before Goose died.

“Oh God, Maverick, you are so funny,” You said, wiping a tear from your eye, “Me? With Tom?” You shook your head as more giggles fell from your mouth.

“But after the Indian Ocean-”

“He had one of my gloves in his room, I went to get it back,” You said.

“And tonight? That smirk on your face when he was at the door?”

“I thought he was coming over to watch The Shinning again,” You shrugged, “He obsessed with it and is wearing out my damn tape.”

Maverick cocked his head to the side, “So nothing is going on with you and Ice?”

“Other than his obsession with VHS player.”

“Oh God, I’m an idiot,” Maverick said, shaking his head.

“Yeah, you are,” You responded, “Now come over here and kiss me again.”

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heartfeltcierra · 1 year

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Ephemeral- Rosinante Donquixote (Corazon) X Female reader (Soulmate AU)

Word count 4.3K

3rd person POV

Masterlist

AN-I love this man so much :') But I won't lie, I broke my own heart writing this.

Contents- Soulmate AU (First words tattoo), reader is a marine, reader had a DF

!!!Spoiler warning!!! Major character death and spoilers for Law's backstory.

Warnings- Heavy angst, bittersweet ending, smoking, mentions of fire, cussing, character death, hints at starving and lack of self care, violence.

The cold crimson snow below Cora was nothing compared to the fierce warmth he felt in his heart. His mission to stop his brother may have failed, but at least one of his goals was achieved. Gotta live a little bit longer. His breaths were becoming shorter and shorter as he clung onto his last strand of life. I can’t let my power wear off, not yet.

His eyes flutter in a battle to stay conscious. Not yet, not until Law is free… Despite his best efforts his eyes closed, but before he could slip into the afterlife a sharp pain blossomed in his right forearm. The pain was enough for him to reopen his eyes. Y/N.. With his remaining life force he used his left hand to pull up his sleeve revealing the sentence on his right arm. “Hey blondie, what time is it and why are you on fire?” A weak smile forms on his lips, remembering the first time he heard those words.

(Flashback)

“Do you think I have enough time to get one last smoke in before this starts?” Rosinante dug through his pockets, looking for his trusty fix.

“You do, Commander, just be quick about it.” A sense of pride swelled in Rosi’s chest, hearing his soon to be new title come from the very man he looked up to. He nodded and started walking out but was stopped when a large hand rested on his shoulder.. “Rosinante..” The dark haired man smiled. “ I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you, son.”

“I’m honored. Thank you Fleet Admiral Sengoku.” The blonde had to suppress a huge smile as his father figure praised him.

“You're welcome, and you better get going if you want that smoke.” Sengoku motioned to the large stage where high ranking Navy officers were gathering.

“Right, I’ll be quick.”

Rosinante walked outside of the Navy’s banquet hall with a cigarette hanging loosely between his lips as he tried to find a secluded place to smoke. Eventually he found an empty balcony that had a perfect view of the city below. Flames erupted from the lighter as he took a deep inhale of smoke. The nicotine instantly soothed his built up nerves.

He knew being promoted to a commander meant more work and even more responsibility. But it also gave him more power and more control, two things he was going to need if he wanted to reach his end goal. Taking his older brother, Doflamingo, down.

He took a deep inhale of smoke as his fathers last moments and words echo his mind. He was only 8 years old when Doflamingo shot and killed their father. It was in that moment bloodshed he realized just how far gone his brother was. And judging from the recent reports surrounding his evil doings and his bounty that increases almost daily, Doflamingo was completely irredeemable at this point.

The cigarette in between his lips had reached its end and considering the stress thinking about his brother caused, a second one was well deserved. “I still have a few years to plan, until then stay cool.” He brought the lighter up to the fresh cigarette. “I better hurry or Sengoku will kill m-”

Rosi tensed up as he noticed a flash of violet in the distance.What the hell was that? He had never seen anything like it before. Maybe in a different situation he would find it mesmerizing or even cool. But it was heading straight for the navy banquet hall, more specifically it looked like it was coming straight at him and fast. Too fast for him to react.

The sparking ball of violet was closing in and he couldn’t make his body move a muscle. It was so close he could hear the strange almost electrical noise it emitted. Are we under attack? The anomaly was now floating in the air a few feet away from the balcony's edge. The breath in his throat hitched as the ball shot up ever so slightly into the air, the electrical noise it made was much louder and it appeared to be getting bigger.

Rosi snapped out of his trance and took a defensive position, only to find himself back in a trace as the ball of violet sparks turned into the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her (H/C) hair fluttered behind her as she gracefully descended from the air and onto the balcony’s railing. All the worry in him disappeared seeing the familiar outfit she wore..

“Hey blondie, what time is it and why are you on fire?” His forearm began to tingle. She’s..

“You're an angel…” The words left Rosi’s mouth before he could process what she said. A small gasp left the girl as she looked down at her left wrist.

“Your..” Her (E/C) eyes met his red ones. She held up her wrist to show the words he had just spoken, tattooed into her skin. “You're my soulmate….. And you're still on fire.” The girl jumped from the railing, taking her navy coat off in the process. She gave him a sweet, innocent smile before wacking the fire out with her coat, doing so with such a brute force it sent Rosi to the ground. “There we go, crisis averted.” She bent down slightly and offered her hand to him.

“I appreciate the gesture, but I’m tall and hea- '' His words were lost in his throat as the girl took the hand he was waving in the air and pulled him up almost effortlessly.

“Tall yes.” She took a moment to look up at him. “Heavy no, or at least not for a woman as strong as me.” For a few moments they just stared at each other smiling without a care in the world. That is until Rosi remembered he had somewhere to be.

“Can we meet up and talk later? I’m about to get promoted at the ceremony.”

“You are?” His soulmate jumped a little in excitement causing a blush to form on Rosi’s face. She is so cute. “That makes two of us! We better hurry!” She grabbed his hand and started to run towards the banquet hall.

Once the pair reached the venue, they had to go their separate way thanks to the seating arrangement. But that didn’t stop Rosi from keeping an eye on her in admiration. She was a couple seats away sitting next to vice admiral Garp. Rosinante leaned back in his chair a little more to see she had the same idea as him. She smiled at him and was about to mouth something to him, that was until Vice Admiral Garp leaned back, stretching his bulking body. Damn that old man.

“The ceremony will be starting now.” Vice Admiral Tsuru stood at the stage's podium. “First we will be naming the new Commanders.” One by one she called the men and women up to the stage until.. “Donquixote Rosinante.” Rosi nervously walked onto the stage (Cautiously so he didn't trip and embarrass himself in front of his new found soul mate.) “On behalf of the Navy, we congratulate you and thank you for your continued service.” He bent down so Tsuru could place a pin onto his navy uniform, making him officially a commander. He looked to the crowd to see his soulmate standing up and clapping with a smile that made his heart swell. He gave her a sheepish wave before finding his seat.

“Up next we will be naming the new vice admiral who will be taking over our G-7 unit.” Tsuru announced. “L/N F/N, please come to the stage.” Rosi watched in Awe as his soulmate, who he now knows as Y/N, walked up to the stage with power in each of her steps. “All of navy HQ would like to congratulate you on your promotion and continued service.” Rosi had stars in his eyes as she was given the white overcoat reserved only for the vice admirals..

“THAT’S MY GIRL.” A gruff voice yelled out. Rosi turned to see Garp hysterically crying. “If only my son would have been smart like her.” He mumbled out the last part.

“That concludes today's ceremony. Good luck to you all in your new positions.” Tsuru walked away from the stage and people began to file out of the room. He looked up to see Y/N walking towards him with a smile on her face.

“Are you okay?” Y/N looked down at her soulmate who had fallen back in his chair thanks to the shock.

“I am.” He smiled up at her. “I am more than okay.I just can’t believe my soulmate is someone so cool.”

“Thanks.” A blush formed on her cheeks at Rosi’s complement.

“So.. Umm.. We have a lot to talk about huh?” Rosinante stood up and ran a hand through his blonde locks in an attempt to calm down.

“That we do.” She shook her head in agreement. “I know just the place we can go!” She grabbed his hand and led him out of the banquet hall.

~~~~

“This is it!” Y/N fell back onto the field of flowers that overlooked the sea. “What do you think, Rosinante?”

“It’s beautiful.” Rosi sat down beside her. But It doesn't compare to you. “ And you can just call me Rosi.”

“Rosi it is.” She smiled before moving her head to rest in his lap. “So question. Just how tall are you?”

“Nine foot seven..” Her eyes widened hearing how tall her soulmate was. “And a half.”

“And a half!” Rosi laughed at her shocked face. “You have me beat, I’m (Height).”

“I do. But I think you may have me beat in strength, little Miss Vice Admiral.” His hands dug through his jacket until he pulled out his cigarettes. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all, actually here.” Y/N brought her hand up to the end of his cigarette. A familiar violet colored spark came from her fingertip, lighting his cigarette. “You’ll never have to buy a lighter again as long as I’m around.” She said proudly.

“Thank you.” He took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke away from her. “I’ve been meaning to ask what that power was. Is it a devil fruit?”

“It sure is.” She stood up from the flower field. “I ate the Plasma-Plasma fruit, making me a plasma woman.” She jumped into the air before turning into the same ball of sparks that had him freaking out hours earlier. He watched as Y/N displayed her powers to him. Seeing her pop up out of nowhere only to turn into a ball of plasma a second later had him in awe. After a few minutes of zipping through the sky she landed right into his lap. Fierce heat traveled to both of their cheeks. “I’m sorry, sometimes I don’t stick the landing.” She gave him a sheepish grin before attempting to crawl away from him.

“It’s okay..” Rosi brought his arm around her body, urging Y/N closer. “Having you close feels nice.”

“I couldn't agree with you more.” She brought her head down to rest on his abs. “So question…why were you on fire earlier?”

“I’m a smoker who Is also really clumsy.” The moment the words left his mouth Y/N jumped away from his lap. “Y/N are you okay?” She raised an eyebrow at him before motioning to the lit cigarette in his mouth. “OH.” He took the cigarette out of his mouth and waited for it to go out. “You can come back now.” He laughed nervously with an outreached hand, which Y/N gladly took. “But I’m clumsy in other ways too, less dangerous ways.”

“Like falling over in your chair?” Y/N looked up at him with a smirk on her face.

“Bingo.” Rosi wrapped both arms around her before pulling the both of them back to lay on the flower field. “So you know my fun little fact. So tell me one about you?”

“Have you ever heard the rumor about the marine who killed a sea king while they were sleepwalking?”

“Yes I have.” Rosi had heard plenty of rumors in his rookie years, but this one stood out. It was unforgettable. “Apparently it was a rookie who was on Garp’s fleet. They had a really bad sleep walking habit and from what I heard they sometimes tried to challenge Garp to a duel in that state.” Rosi recalls all of the lore surrounding the mysterious Marine. “But the story goes something like this I think. It was the middle of the night when a huge sea king came out of nowhere and started to attack the ship. Two rookies were on the night watch that night, so they panicked. They went to wake up the crew and met the sleepwalking Marine while doing so. The marine proceeded to walk right towards the towering sea king and looked at it with foggy eyes before knocking it across the ocean with a single kick.” Rosi laughed. “I wish I knew if it was real or not. If it was, I wonder who the guy was?”

“It wasn’t a guy..”

“Huh?”

“It was a girl..”

“Really? How do you know?”

“I know because it was me!” Y/N’s cheery voice mixed with Rosi’s mental image of her taking down a sea king with a single kick. “Ever since that day I tie my foot to my bedpost with a shoe string. Just in case.”..... “Rosi?”...... “Rosi?”

“Y/N.” Rosi lifted up from the flower field and rummaged around in his pockets. “Here it is!” He pulled out a marker. “Please sign my jacket!”

“HUH?” Y/N gave him a confused look. “Sign your jacket? Why?”

“Because you are the woman, the myth, no… the legend. My soulmate is..” Rosi grabbed her shoulder before lifting her up like she weighed nothing. “The sleepwalking sea king slayer!” He spun her around before they both toppled over laughing.

“Am I really that popular?” She grabbed the marker that had fallen with them and pulled his coat open to the side. “To my biggest fan~” Y/N signed her name and drew a small doodle of a sea king getting kicked by her. “Here, it’s your turn.” She handed the confused Rosi a marker before laying down with her vice admiral jacket open. “You can draw something on mine too!”

“Before I do this.” He smoothed the fabric down where he wanted to draw. “I’m not good at drawing. With that being said, any requests?” Y/N Shook her head.

“Just draw what comes to heart.”

~Flashback end~

“Y/N. I’m sorry.” Her name left his mouth like a guilty prayer. “Just know I love you so much and I ...” Blood spilled from his lips as he muttered his final words. “I did it. Law is finally free.”

And with that, Donquixote Rosinante, the man known as Corazon, took his last breath.

~~~Somewhere out at sea on the G-7’s main ship.~~~

Y/N sat at her desk filing paperwork and thinking about a certain blonde. She pulled the white coat off and looked at the fading doodle Rosi drew on it all those years ago. It was a simple heart with their initials in it. I miss him

Y/N sighed playing with the silver chain around her neck. With a gentle tug on the chain she revealed the heart shaped locket he gifted her. She smiled seeing the engraving “You’re an angel.” Y/N clicked the locket open, her smile only grew wider seeing her and Rosinante’s wedding photos. On one side he was holding her up in his arms, and on the other side it was her holding him. A knock at her door pulled her from her romantic reminiscing.

“Come in!” She tucked the locket back under her shirt before one of her men walked in.

“Can you sign off on these documents for me? They are urgent.” The man walked up to the desk and held the stack of papers out.

“Can do!” Y/N reached out with her right arm and stopped when a searing pain formed in her forearm. “What the, FUCK.” She yelped while bringing her arm down on the table.

“Vice admiral are you okay?!” The man watched as she was unable to form words, instead she slammed her head against the desk and pointed at her right arm. “I understand.” He slowly brought her sleeve up to reveal the cause of the tremendous pain she was in. What she didn’t know, it was only the start. “Vice admiral L/N, I. I think..”

“What’s wrong?” She brought her head up from the desk and felt her body turn cold. At that moment she recalled something Tsuru had said to her many years ago. “There had been reports in the past of soulmates dying and their last words would show up on their partner in the spot where their first words were” That explains why she is seeing the words on her right forearm.

“Y/N, I’m sorry…… Just know I love you so much and I….I did it. Law is finally free.”

“Leave.” The man nodded before shuffling out of the room. Y/N looked at the fresh words on her arm. “Rosi.” He can’t be. Her lips trembled as tears began to pour down her face. The pain she felt was beyond what words could describe. She had lost her soulmate, her home, her safety, her comfort, her Rosi. He was gone.

Her cries could be heard all across the G-7 ship. The men and women aboard the ship held their heads low as their admiral mourned her lost lover. After a week the cries had turned into sniffles, after a month it was silent. She never came out of the office, none of the food they sent her was ever eaten, and she never spoke more than a few words. She had become an empty shell.

~~~~

“Wake up Y/N.” Her eyes opened to a bright blue sky. She slowly lifted off of the ground and looked around. It took her no time to know where she was. The flower field. “You know I fell in love with you that day you brought me here.”

“Rosi?” She turned and saw nothing. “Rosi, where are you?” She got up and froze when two arms wrapped around her midsection from behind.

“Y/N.” His grip tightened. “I am so sorry.” She felt something wet at the nape of her neck. “I’ve watched you go through all this torment and I could not take it any longer. .” Her body froze. “I don’t have much time.”

“Rosi.” She tried to turn around to see him, but his arms kept her caged in.

“Not yet love.” His voice was soft and comforting, just the way she remembered. “Y/N I love you and I will always watch over you.” Lips ghosted the crook of her neck. “But you can’t keep going on like this. You're alive but if you keep this up..” His voice cracked.. “Live Y/N, please. Promise me you will.”

“How can I?” Tears started to stream down her face.

“You can because that’s what I want… More than anything..” Y/N’s eyes widened. “There is a time and place for all of us to die, but your time is not now or anytime soon. So angel, would you do me the honors of letting me watch you live, even though I can’t be with you?”

“It’s funny.” Y/N sniffled. “You're calling me an angel.”

“I guess we are both angels now… Wait no.” The familiar clumsy panic in his tone brought a bittersweet smile to her face. “You are an angel metaphorically, I am a real angel.”

“That you are.” A final tear rolled down her face. “But to answer your question I will.”

“Good.” A large hand covered her right forearm. “I know this is selfish of me, but I want to kiss you one last time Y/N.”

“If you're selfish, I’m selfish.” She turned around and jumped into her lover's arms to give him a final kiss. When she pulled back a bright light appeared behind him.

“I have to go now.” He watched as the smile left Y/N lips. “I need another favor from you.”

“Anything.”

“When you think of me.” He grabbed her right arm and planted a kiss right next to his final words. “I want you to always have a smile on your face. Just like this.” Seeing the same goofy smile on his lips , the one she fell in love caused one of her own to form.

“I love you forever and always Rosi.”

“I love you too.” He turned around and started to walk away from her. “I’ll be waiting for you, and you know I’m patient , so there is no need to rush okay?”

“Okay.”

“Goodbye for now, my angel.”

~~~~

She woke up in a daze wondering if what happened was a dream or real. Her fingers hooked around her sleeve, gently pulling it up to reveal Rosi’s final words to her. But that wasn’t the only thing. Out from the words was a smiley face, one that looked just like his, in the spot he had kissed.

~Bonus~

“Captain Law.” Bepo came running up to his captain who sat on a cargo box. “A vice admiral's ship has been spotted on the other side of the island.”

“Go find the others and let them know we are leaving immediately.” Law ordered.

“Yes sir!” The white bear ran off as Law placed his chin in his hands. Just what I needed.

“A vice admiral?” Law’s body tensed up. “That sounds serious.” Law slowly turned to his side to see a (H/C) woman sitting on the cargo box right next to one he was on. She was eating a bag of candy and didn’t seem to have a care in the world. “Want some?” She held the bag out to Law.

“No.” Law raised his eyebrow. “Thanks?” Law got a better look at her and saw what she had on Dammit it all. His tattooed hand reached for his sword.

“Don’t even think about it.” The woman smirked at Law. “Don’t you have any clue as to who I am?”

“I don’t..” Law was sweating bullets at this point. “Want to give me a hint?”

“Have you ever heard of the Marine who killed a sea king while sleep walking?”

“I have. They called her the Sleepwalking Sea King Slayer.”

“How did you know it was a ‘her’?”

“What are you getting at?” Something shiny was thrown into Law’s lap. A locket? He clicked it opened. “Wait.” Law stood up and looked at the woman shocked.

“To answer some of the questions I’m sure you have.” She stood up on the cargo box. “The woman you see before you is indeed the Sleepwalking sea king slayer.” Law looked up at her in shock. “And I’m also Rosi’s wife. Or should I say Cora’s wife.” Law was glad the rest of the crew was gone. A guilt he carried for well over 11 years had bubbled to the surface.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault he di-” The woman pulled the boy into a tight hug.

“Don’t finish that sentence.” She gave him a few pats on the back before pulling away. “Just so I’m clear, I don’t in the slightest, blame you for what happened. And as you can see.” She pulled up her sleeve showing Law the Last words Cora said. “He died happy knowing you were free.” Law sniffled into the sleeve of his hoodie. “I see that you honor his legacy well.” She motioned to jolly Roger on the side of his submarine.

“He meant everything to me.”

“You meant just as much to him.” She smiled thinking of all the times he called her in secret to talk about how Law was doing. “I apologize for not coming to see you sooner. I say that like I’m supposed to see you at all.” She laughed. “Here take this. It’s the number to my personal transponder snail. Call me if you ever need to hear a funny story, because when it comes to Cora… Let’s just say I have a bunch.” Law took the paper from her hands and put it in his pocket.

“Will do.” He smiled. “What’s your name?”

“The sleepwalking sea king slayer, didn’t I tell you already?” Law rolled his eyes. “It’s Y/N.”

“Will I ever see you again Y/N?”

“Well..” She turned around to show the black letter on the jacket. “You better hope and pray you don’t.”

“Fair enough.”

“Well it’s been fun talking with you.” She threw Law the now empty candy bag in his hands before walking away. “One more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You need to smile more.” The woman gave him a toothy grin and then in the blink of a eye, disappeared.

“I’ll try.”

#donquixote corazon #corazon x reader #rosinante corazon #one piece rosinante #donquixote rosinate x reader #one piece corazon #one piece angst #one piece fluff #corazon angst #rosinante x y/n #rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante #one piece reader insert #cora x reader #cora x y/n #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law #one piece sengoku

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notroosterbradshaw · 1 year

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Cass, Cass, from the prompts list!!!!! "I won't let them put their hands on you" 🫠😶‍🌫️🥺💕💕💕💕💕

(I love you how have you been are you taking care of yourself I love you)

25. “I won’t let them put their hands on you.”

From Meaningful Gestures Prompts. Let's go!

There was just something off tonight. Maybe the hours in the air were starting to affect you. No one in the detachment had trained so hard in their careers and bodies were at breaking point. Maybe the locals were feeling a little too common, you weren't sure. There was just something not quite right, and while no one was saying anything, everyone could feel it.

It would be a one-drink maximum and you'd all get out of there.

The moon told the story as it hung round and red high above. “That guy has been watching you all night,” Jake muttered beside you, sipping his beer.

“He's allowed to look, don't blame him, really,” you joked and looked to where Jake nudged his head. Not your type, but catching his eye sure made him look like the cat that got the cream. He grinned widely and talked to his friends, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. “He’s not going to touch.”

“I don't like the look of him. He looks like he's had one too many,” Jake told you.

“I don't need protecting, Hangman,” you reminded him, kindly. It wasn't just Jake though, all of your friends had their own hero complexes. If you were uncomfortable, you'd be swept away by Javy, Bob, Mickey, anyone. There was an endless queue of men lining up to protect your honour.

It was great and terrible all at once.

“I know you're quite capable of taking care of yourself,�� Jake softened. “Just one more?” he waved the beer bottle as you nodded and he went to the bar. You chatted to Rueben for a while until you felt a warm body sidling to yours. Assuming it was Jake back, you looked up with a bright grin. You paused, face to face with the guy from earlier, encouraged by your apparent enthusiasm to see him. Bad move, you realised as he held a drink towards you.

“Flying early, sorry,” you apologised. You weren't going to take a drink from anyone that you didn't know, especially here.

“Oh, you're a pilot?” he asked, noting your lack of uniform as his gaze ran up and down your body. As a personal rule, you never wore your uniform out - was it necessary to put civilians in the place when they got the wrong idea about your role, rank or the rest that came with life in the Navy? Sometimes you just wanted a night off. You let Jake and Javy parade around in their khakis, it was an easy way to get laid. Good luck to them. But not you.

“Uhh, yeah,” you nodded. “Thanks for the drink though, huh?” you said, turning back around, taking that one step closer to Reuben who keenly watched the exchange. He knew you could handle yourself, but he could smell the booze pouring off this guy and didn’t want you to get caught in the middle of anything.

“Here ya go, sweetheart,” Jake announced loudly, sliding between you and the guy, turning to smile widely at your new friend. “So kind of you to offer our girl a drink, son,” he said as you sighed. That was exactly how most fights started around here.

“Could have just said you had a boyfriend instead. Jesus...” the guy muttered.

You saw Jake’s jaw twitch. “You one of those dudes that don’t think men and women can be friends?” he asked kindly, his accent that little deeper as his frustration increased.

“Look, man, I dunno who you are, but I was just trying to be nice and offer the bitch a drink. She said no, I’m cool,” he said. He sure didn't seem cool.

Jake’s jaw twitched again. Jake was not cool. Not cool at all.

“Bitch,” you repeated to yourself. Frankly you'd heard worse, but this boy didn't know you well enough to deign you with the pleasure of destroying in front of every patron in the bar. “Jake, please don’t - ” you tried.

“Now, that’s not nice,” Jake said evenly, and you weren’t surprised when Rooster imposed his frame beside Jake. He gave you a pleasant grin over his shoulder. He fucking lived for a good fight, verbal or physical Bradley wasn't picky, it was the worst thing about these two being wingmen. They got into scraps often... and without hesitation, the other idiot would be backing him up without question. They were always the last ones standing too, leaving you and the rest of the team begging bar tenders not to call the cops and dragging them out before scrapes were visible.

“I don’t know where you learnt your manners, but you are definitely going to apologise to my friend,” Jake continued. You’d never been so embarrassed.

“I’m not doing shit,” the guy snipped, a couple of his friends joining him. He looked at you. “Look at the fuckin’ trouble you’ve created. Slut. Bet they all take their turns unloading on you, huh?”

“Jesus Christ,” Rooster muttered, bouncing on his toes. It was itching to lay into him. You swore you heard Jake’s knuckles crack amid the noise and chaos that threatened to spill.

“Jake, he’s a dick. He’s not worth it,” you tried again, slinking between them, vying for Jake’s attention. you held his face. “Hey, I don’t need my honour defended over some dropkick who thinks he’s worthy of my time. Let’s go outside - ”

Jake stared at you hard before he thrust behind him, keeping you out of harm's way as drinks were thrown and screaming erupted. Rooster, Reuben and Javy were in the middle of it before you realised Jake was dragging you away from the mess around you, guiding you outside.

“Jesus Christ, Jake,” you pushed him away. “That was the stupidest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“He was insulting you,” he defended himself.

“You’re insulting me, ignoring my wishes like that.”

He didn’t say anything, a little embarrassed.

“I took care of it. He was just some idiot.”

Looking over his shoulder, he could see that 'just some idiot' was now begging mercy, pinned between Rooster and Javy, a look of sheer terror crossing his face. “I won’t let them put their hands on you.”

"It's not up to you, Jake, to protect me. You run your mouth and escalate something I had under control."

Gazing back at you, he replied, "I don't want anyone to put their hands on you."

You sighed. It was no secret how Jake felt about you to anyone, especially you. But he respected your wishes of wanting your career and sacrificing relationships, including friendships if that may be, to further yourself, it was one of your personal stipulations. "I know," you said softly. And maybe one day, you'd feel the same as Jake, or any other partner that came along. But right now you were doing well for you.

"Just know, I can't always be there," he quietly reminded you.

"I know that too..." you reached out and hugged him, his entire body enveloping you. You heard the door open, and the noise from inside interrupted you as the guy form earlier left with his friends. They muttered as Jake released you, he still kept wary of them until they were in their Uber's, all way too drunk to drive home. "Come on, let's finish that beer and get the hell outta here."

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#writing prompts #request #hangman fic #hangman fluff #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #hangman #5 min ficlet

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pacificwaternymph · 2 years

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I thought of the most adorable Empires S1 Flower Husbands pirate AU ever!!

Scott is the son of a nobleman. As a child, he had a friend by the name of Jimmy, whom he was absolutely enamored with. The two of them had to meet in secret, since Jimmy was a commoner and the son of a sailor, and Scott's father definitely wouldn't approve of their friendship.

When they were little, they had a pretend "wedding," as children sometimes do. Scott stole one of his mother's rings that he knew she wouldn't miss, a simple silver band with a ruby cut into the shape of a poppy, and gave it to Jimmy. In return, Jimmy gave Scott a necklace he made out of an old fishing line and a few pieces of sea glass he picked up along the beach.

Tragically, Jimmy died very young, when he accompanied his father on a trip, and they were hit by a bad storm, sinking the ship and killing everyone on board.

Or, at least, that's what everyone thought.

Fast forward a decade or two, and Scott is now a relatively high ranking officer in the navy. However, he isn't exactly respected by his peers, since many believe he only got the position because of the power his father has.

He's tasked with taking down the elusive pirate known as the Codfather, a nuisance that has been dealing heavy blows to commerce and to the navy itself. He's especially tricky to catch because it's rumored that his ship is protected by sirens.

Scott has every intention of bringing the pirate to "justice," but the Codfather catches wind of this and gets the drop on them by attacking first, taking Scott prisoner.

On the pirate ship, even as a prisoner, Scott is treated better by the pirates than many of his own crew and commanding officers. There's a baseline level of respect that he's not expecting since this is, you know, a pirate ship.

No one is openly cruel or malicious in their actions, and he's not just shoved in a cell and left to rot, but allowed to wander the ship (with supervision) during the day, chat with the crew, even help out with some of their chores.

Even the pirates recognize that most others would not be as generous as they've been with him.

And, the captain is... strange. He's polite and courteous, easily flustered but charming when he wants to be, and honestly kind of shy. Not to mention, he's absolutely gorgeous. Before Scott knows it, he's falling, and he's falling hard.

In the end, it's not a hard decision. The captain offers him a chance to defect, to be part of the crew, and Scott practically leaps at the chance.

About a week into Scott joining the crew, he notices the captain wearing a... suspiciously familiar ring. He hears someone call out a greeting, not using the captain's title but by using his name.

Jimmy.

Scott pulls out the necklace Jimmy gave him as a child, and the two have a dawning realization of "oh... OH"

So that's fun.

Scott asks what happened, since last he heard Jimmy drowned with the rest of his father's crew, and Jimmy admits he nearly did, but, the queen of the sirens, then princess, Lizzie, intervened on his behalf and saved his life. Which is why his ship is now protected by sirens. Lizzie is also married to Jimmy's second in command, Joel.

So then they fall in love get together Scott is now Jimmy's boyfriend and a boost to his reputation (not many pirate captains can say they successfully convinced a noble and high ranking naval officer to defect by seducing him)

(Jimmy is embarrassed by the rumors circulating between the two of them because he absolutely did not seduce Scott. Meanwhile Scott thinks it's hilarious and really plays it up when they're negotiating with other pirates and corrupt navy officials)

So that's the basics. Literally everything I wrote here is just a setup for a cute AU featuring absolute power couple Jimmy and Scott, full of shenanigans, mischief, and tooth rotting fluff.

#listen i really like childhood friends turned enemies turned lovers #empires smp #scott smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname #solidarity gaming #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #ldshadowlady #pirate au

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nordleuchten · 11 months

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okay so idk if it is true, but i just remembered i've read somewhere once that king Louis XVI issued a decree forbidding french officers from going to fight in the amrev, and that lafayette was specifically cited as someone to not get involved. is there any truth to it? and if so, do ya have any pictures of this thing?

thank you <3

Dear @msrandonstuff,

that is almost true. France, officially, was not at war with Britain at this time and that was the official line that the French court and King Louis XVI were pursuing. The French people, including the officers of the army and the navy, however, were mostly free to do as they wished, since they were regarded as private individuals and not as representatives of France. In truth, the government was quite happy when the French people got involved, since every setback for Britain was a victory for France. France, at this point in time, was reforming its army and many young officers sought to find adventure, glory and career advancement in America. So numerous were the applications by French officers, that the Americans became quickly fed up with the French. Still, the ranks of the Continental Army were populated by a large number of foreign, and especially French, officers, both before and after La Fayette’s arrival.

Now, the matter was different with La Fayette. Prior to his marriage to Adrienne, I doubt that the King would have taken notice of the young Marquis. But he was now part of the Noailles family – a family that was high ranking at the court and close with the Royal Family and La Fayette’s new uncle-in-law was the French ambassador to the court of St. James’. La Fayette’s actions (and those of his friends, cousins and brothers-in-law, they were in this as well) were less seen as the actions of a private individual who decided to take part in a conflict that could potentially harm Frances’s rival but more like the thinly veiled political expressions by the French King via one of the most prominent families of the Kingdom.

Harlow Giles Unger put it like this:

It was one thing for obscure soldiers of fortune such as Kalb to seek adventure across the sea, but quite another matter for three king’s musketeers—three noblemen from France’s oldest, most powerful families—to enlist in a rebellion against a fellow monarch with whom France was at peace. Although many young knights and their ladies applauded their daring, the British ambassador lodged a strong protest, threatening to break diplomatic relations and send the British fleet to blockade French ports.

Harlow Giles Unger, Lafayette, John Wiley & Sons, Inc., Hoboken, New Jersey, 2002, p. 22.

As to documents in relation to all that; Vergennes, the Kings Minister, acted in the King’s name. There are several documents by Vergennes, like letters, warrants for certain ships and arrest warrants for members of the circle around La Fayette, should they board the above-mentioned ships. I think I have seen one or two of the letters once, but I have nothing to show you right now and these letters were altogether not that special. As for the King, he had his opinion been known and there was little cause for him to make any public written declaration. I hope that answered you question, and I hope you have/had a great day!

#ask me anything #msrandonstuff #history #french history #american history #american revolution #marquis de lafayette #la fayette #louis xvi #noailles family #harlow giles unger

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copiousloverofcopia · 1 year

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Because I am INSANE here is another Chapter fic I have started featuring Copia and OC Astrid!

We will see where this goes because I have some people telling me include my signature stuff and others who want it left out. Feel free to tell me what you'd like to see in the comments!

Something Blue

Sister of Sin Astrid is anything but excited for Cardinal Copia to return home from tour. As his assistant, she leads a life of monotony and boredom from which she longs for more. When the Cardinal returns, anointed as Papa Emeritus IV, she is faced with an unwanted and unavoidable situation predicated on her family's position within the church. Will Astrid rise to what has been asked of her or will she destroy everything and leave it all behind?

Also available HERE on A03!

Commissions currently closed! They will open up again once I finish editing cosplay photos from my sessions 😅

Anyways here we got ghesties!!!

Below the cut for space

She smoothed over the crisp folds made in her black sheets. Lastly, fluffing up her well-slept on pillows before heading to the refectory. The smell of freshly baked bread was already wafting up the stairs from inside the kitchen—and a dutiful sister was never late for breakfast. Astrid was done up, smug with how well her mascara and eyeliner had come together for a change. Her porcelain pale face–perfectly dewy, with cheeks that blushed a delicate shade of rose. Her habit had been freshly ironed and veil well affixed to her dark navy hair. Carefully selected strands, falling down and framing her face. Adding to her natural beauty as she entered the hall.

Today was a special day for the Abbey. The Cardinal would be returning from tour, and tonight the siblings and clergy would be ripe with celebration. Everyone was preparing for the festivities–not only for this triumphant return, but a special announcement to be made at the night’s celebratory dinner. Despite the expected fanfare, Astrid couldn’t care less about it.

Had it not been for her determination to show Cirrus what she had been missing since their breakup, Astrid would have absent-mindedly gotten drunk and ignored the celebrations all together. Enjoying the spoils so generously donated from Secondo’s stash, much more than rejoicing in the old man’s return. She was the Cardinal’s assistant. Day in and day out, watching him work the finances—a prosaic job bestowed so lovely upon her by the Deacon Patrick. An old friend of the family who so happened to be the head of Sibling Affairs.

She had wanted something exciting to do after officially taking her vows. It was her family’s idea however that she worked with the Cardinal, and of course she couldn’t say no. Ideas and dreams of a more interesting life—crushed with her appointment. There would be no working in the garden with Papa Primo, surrounded by the beauty of exotic flowers and his mystical practices with herbs and spells. Nor would she get the chance to bend down in low-cut garments in front of the Third as she tended to his “needs”.

No, all the potential for something more intriguing, ruined for the sake of giving the old man someone to double check his grammar on expensive reports and verify that budgets reached Sister Imperator in a timely fashion. It was a wonder to her that she hadn’t already gone stark-raving mad. From the moment they gave her the position she longed for more. Disappointed that she was destined to live out her days in monotony. In service to the Ministry and to others, unable to make many choices for herself.

It was unavoidable, almost as much as an Emeritus son's ascension to the Papacy. Astrid’s father was a high clergyman for years before his passing, and her mother too, came from a bloodline that spanned back centuries. A family that helped to found the Satanic church in Italy—now pushing for her to continue her studies and move up within the ranks of the clergy. It was assumed that one day she would become an abbess or even a sister akin to the likes of Sister Imperator. A woman of high regard and power.

Either way, she seemed to be expected to take up a mantle set out for her by a family she barely knew. Astrid was angry that she’d be unable to truly forge a future of her own. Her job with Copia, a reminder of just how tedious and unexciting the Ministry could be. That life for her was meant to be full of hard work and appeasement—masking her own desires.

Copia himself was a kind man and Astrid bore no ill-will toward him. Although she could do without his obsession with his rats and other strange habits. Like the time she caught him riding around his tricycle at 3am—not the sight she expected to see when Cirrus and her had crept downstairs to fool around in the pews. She was ambivalent towards him, more caught up in her own misery than giving him much attention. Not really friends, but friendly one might say–though she could tell that the Cardinal felt differently about her.

She paid it no mind and Copia was too much of a gentleman to bring it up, but It was a relief when Sister Imperator had convinced Papa Nihil to appoint him as head of Ghost, leaving Astrid to be responsibility free for a bit while he was gone. Not only would the desk work be on hold, but Cirrus too would be gone. The break up between them, leaving a bad taste in Astrid’s mouth. One she was glad to be rid of as the tour began.

Today however, they were back. Any minute now, the ghouls of the band along with the Cardinal would arrive and she needed to hurry up if she wanted to stuff something into her face before they returned. When she had finally reached the refectory, Astrid grabbed herself a cappuccino and bowl of granola before sitting down on the bench just at the front of the room. Watching the main entrance from the doorway. Only a few moments passed before the inevitable cracking open of the door.

“Argh why does this shit seem to get heavier every time I have to carry it.” Dew hissed, trying to reposition his pack higher up on his back. His tail, swishing around fast from side to side. A sure sign of annoyance as the other ghouls began filling in behind him.

“Quit your blubbering. We are on break now Dew, no more luggage for a while.” Aether said, rolling his eyes as he lugged in his own bags through the door.

“I don’t have any problem.” laughed Mountain, who picked both Dew and his bags up and walked them further inside. Effortless like he’d lifted a tissue from the ground. The other ghouls laughed a bit as they entered, watching Dew struggling to free himself from Mountain’s grasp. Astrid, almost choking on her coffee as we watched the slinky ghoul drop to the ground.

It was amazing to her just how much like family the ghouls were with each other. She was always envious of how well they got along and just how much they all seemed to truly care about one another. She was also not shy about discovering how well they seemed to all be in the bedroom. Dating Alpha some years back before her and Cirrus had gotten together. She continued watching them as she took her empty bowl to the counter and threw away her napkin, next coming Cumulus and the Cardinal.

Astrid noticed almost immediately something was different about him. Copia seemed happy to be home, which was all together expected, but his smile—it had changed. More confident than she had remembered. He glanced towards her, nodding to acknowledge he’d seen her before Astrid sent back a lackluster nod of her own.

As her eyes shifted away, she caught sight of Cirrus walking inside. The tour seemed to have done wonders for her. The ghoulette’s ashen skin glowing as she wrapped her arm around Sunshine, kissing her fully and deep as they walked inside. The two of them giggling together like they’d spent the whole tour held up in bed. Astrid’s blood began to boil at the sight. Her anger and jealousy seething through every pore.

She took off out of her seat, rushing through the entryway to the refectory and down the hall towards the chapel. Copia watched, listening to the conversation of the ghouls and a few of the siblings that had come to greet them at the door. He could feel something was wrong. Though Astrid had never allowed him to get close, it didn’t take a genius to see the pain in her eyes.

“Everything ok Papa.” Aether asked, noticing the concerned look on Copia’s face. He handed his bag over to Aether, as the ghoul insisted, and gave him a small smile before speaking.

“I—ah…I think I will go check on Sister Astrid. She seems upset.” he explained.

“Ha la Luna storta. I wouldn’t worry about it.” chimed in Marcus, a brother of sin who had been waiting for them to return. Copia started to walk off, watching as Astrid disappeared towards the chapel.

“Papa, Sister Imperator is expecting you in her office.” Rain reminded him. Copia waved his hand to shrug off Rain’s concern. He needed to know what had the sister so upset.

“No worries…I will head up there soon Rain…” he assured them as he took off towards the chapel.

How dare she move on so fast…fucking bitch. Glad I was just so easily replaced, Astrid raged. Her knees hitting the hassock as she began to pray for strength. Lucifer knows she didn’t want Cirrus back. The sister’s affections for the ghoulette, waning fast over the course of their rather dysfunctional relationship. But the idea of her moving on so easily, however, really pissed Astrid off.

She felt herself begin to cry. The eye make-up she had prided herself on, beginning to run down her cheeks as she failed to hold them back. Just behind her was the sound of the door. A small creak that echoed gently in the room, alerting her to another’s presence.

Astrid quickly wiped away the tears and pulled herself up onto the seat of the pew. Her heart, racing as she prepared for the worst. Hoping that Cirrus hadn’t followed her in. That no one had seen her losing her grip.

“Cara mia?” A familiar voice spoke, as a warm body took its place beside her. Astrid looked over to see Copia sitting there. His face, full of concern and empathy.

“It’s nothing, Cardinal. How was the tour?” she asked, hoping that Copia would be too polite to push further.

“Glorious cara, there is truly nothing like it. The ghouls and I have grown quite close over the past 2 years. I honestly am very excited to do it again once I have had a chance to work on the next album of course.” he smiled.

“Oh wow…I’m surprised that the clergy were that impressed, but they must be if they are letting you do another tour cycle.” Astrid said innocently. All the frontmen of Ghost she had seen were Papas after retirement. Terzo was the last and then Copia was chosen reportedly as a last stitch effort to mix things up by Sister Imperator who felt the Emeritus sons weren’t pulling in enough support for the Dark Lord.

“Ah yes well…” Copia began, Astrid sensing that her words could be taken as an insult. She wasn’t the best at thinking before speaking.

“Sorry Cardinal I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s alright Astrid, I take no offense. Anyways I am happy to be home for now. I missed you while on tour.” he told her, trying to change the subject–his words still however very much true.

“Oh? Why is that?” she laughed.

“Well there was no one there to make sarcastic comments or joke around with me—except Dew and Aether, but if I am being honest cara, I prefer your humor.” he explained, his words warm and comforting.

“Heh…well then, I missed you too.” Astrid sniffled, no longer caring if the Cardinal knew the real reason she had come to the chapel. He was a compassionate man after all and, following his kind words, she felt she could confess her sin. Be absolved by him in some way to help her make it through the night’s celebrations.

“Cardinal…”

“Sister Astrid…”

“The real reason I came in here…well…it’s because of Cirrus. I'm angry and I needed to be alone.” she admitted, Copia’s brows raising up on high his forehead with her words.

“Cirrus? I thought things were—”

“They are… they have been. I just…I just didn’t think she’d move on so soon.”

“Ah, si…I understand. This thing between her and Sunshine is making you feel insecure, eh?” he asked her. How astute he was, a trait that both impressed and irritated Astrid to the core. She narrowed her gaze, unable to hide her discontent from Copia, she then turned to face away. Staring forward at the large stone grucifix that sat atop the sanctuary.

“I’m just tired of feeling unimportant.” she sighed, once again wiping away tears.

“You are not unimportant cara. I certainly need you.” Copia laughed a bit, trying to lighten the mood. His comment made no difference to Astrid. She was mad and hurt, nothing he was going to say would change it. He didn’t want him to be upset either but being unable to help. Astrid, beginning to feel as though she shouldn’t have said anything.

“Yeah.” was all she could muster, becoming quiet as the two of them sat together in the pews.

“Well…While I know this won’t make your pain go away sister, you are very much needed.” Copia smiled, reaching over to touch her hand. Astrid instinctively tensed, looking over to him confusedly.

“Cardinal—” she began before Copia cut her off.

“Shhh…Astrid. I will share a secret with you, ok? But you must tell no one until after dinner tonight.” Copia whispered, his head swiveling around to make sure the two of them were truly alone. Astrid’s demeanor changed. Finally, something exciting, even if it was a small secret between her and her boss.

“Promise, my lips are sealed.” she promised. Copia smiled once again and began to look a bit nervous. Astrid, growing more intrigued by the second. Finally, after what felt like hours, even if it had only been a minute, he told her.

“I am now Papa. As of now I am Papa Emeritus the Fourth.”

When Copia had left Astrid in the chapel, she was floored. As he shut the door behind him, leaving at the behest of Aether and Rain, she couldn’t believe it. How? Why? They made Copia…Papa?

The choice to her seemed to be completely out of left field. Copia was a smart man, but different from the others. He wasn’t even Papa Nihil’s son so how could he be an “Emeritus”. None of it made sense, but in true Astrid fashion her thoughts immediately went to how it would impact her. Would she have to change positions, or would she now be a Papal assistant?

The thoughts of Copia ascending now thrilling her. If she were to be Papa’s assistant that would open up way more opportunities for things like travel and parties and excitement. Astrid was all but giddy now with the news, hoping that it would play out like she’d envisioned in her mind.

As she left the chapel, she decided the evening couldn’t come fast enough. Now there would be cause for celebration and the night hadn’t been completely ruined by seeing Cirrus after all. She took off back to the dorms. Wanting to pick out an outfit for such a special occasion—having the insider information no one else had, when she was stopped by the Deacon on her way in.

“Sister Astrid.” he said as he stood in front of the door. A tall man, thin and sharp looking in his Diaconal vestments. Black alb and stole. His black dalmatic adorned in red grucifixes along its center. Clearly he had been conferred his position during the time of Papa Emeritus the First’s reign.

“Deacon Patrick, for what do I owe the honor?” she asked, laughing a bit under her breath. He was like an uncle to her. Her mother, off overseas with her second husband, leaving the Deacon to watch over her like a second father.

“I am to fetch you and bring you to Sister Imperator’s office at once agnellino.” he smiled back, walking over and wrapping his arm over her shoulder, mindful of the fall of her veil.

“Oh? That's strange.” Astrid hummed, hoping it had to do with Copia’s new appointment…and she was right.

When she walked into Sister’s office, she was hit with a chill. She had half a mind to think it was Sister herself causing it. The woman always was standoffish and all together cold to those who resided beneath her in station. When she rounded the chairs facing the desk, she saw Copia already sitting in one, anxiously stroking his mustache as both her and the Deacon took their seats.

The three of them sat together in silence for several minutes. All looking toward one another but never speaking. “I hope I haven’t kept you all waiting long.” came a voice from behind them. Astrid immediately recognized it as Sister’s, though she was used to it being a bit more like a bark than the calm tone it was today.

“Not at all. We have only just arrived, though I can’t speak for Papa.” the Deacon laughed, bowing his head in reverence towards Copia. Copia only nodded back, still looking anxious—almost child-like in Sister’s presence.

“Good…ah! I see you’ve brought with you Sister Astrid.” she beamed, a cold chill shooting down the young sister’s spine. It was unnerving to see her excited about something and the way she reacted immediately to seeing her, set Astrid on edge.

“Of course Sister, I was told you asked to see me?”

“Yes…I am so glad you came. Well then, I don’t see any sense in resting on ceremony. I wanted to have this little meeting to discuss things prior to dinner this evening as it will be on the minds and, I'm sure, the lips of every sibling before sundown.” Her words, puzzling the three of them.

“You mean Copia becoming Papa?” Deacon Patrick asked.

“Well of course that…but there’s something else I needed to discuss specifically with you two.” she explained staring straight at Copia and Astrid. Copia’s eyes widened, it had to be something big for her to be carrying on like this. Astrid could feel her heart beginning to pound as she waited to hear whatever it was the Sister would tell them.

“Yes Sister, go on with it then please.” Copia asked, trying still to find his voice when it came to her.

“Yes…As Papa Emeritus the Fourth there are obligations to be upheld as I am sure you are all aware. This was not a decision made lightly by the Ministry, but with Papa Nihil’s other sons all having a go at it and still managing to fall short…changes needed to be made.”

“Am I missing something here Sister? You make it sound as if—” the Deacon began before Sister Imperator cut him off.

“As if Copia is Nihil’s son? That is because he is Patrick. Copia is Nihil and MY son.” Sister proclaimed. Astrid and Deacon Patrick audibly gasped, jaws hitting the proverbial floor with the revelation.

“So that means…” Astrid said, trying to work it all out in her overwhelmed state.

“That means that he is the rightful next heir to the miter and always has been because of his birthright. Copia has known for some time, but now it will become common knowledge since I am sure since the ghouls don’t know how to keep their mouths shut. That being said, it brings me to you Sister Astrid.

“What about her?” the Deacon asked.

“Well you see because of his new position we are now in need of some other adjustments to her position as well.” Sister Imperator continued. This was it, Astrid thought to herself. Finally she would be getting in on some excitement. Hoping to kiss the paperwork goodbye, leaving it behind for something greater.

“I am very excited to hear that.” Astrid nodded. Sister smiled back at her, sitting down at her desk before steepling her fingers.

“Cardi—Papa. Now that you have ascended it is by both mine and the Ministry’s judgment that you be betrothed, acquiring a Prime Mover.”

“I’m sorry, a what?” Copia asked her. The Sister took in a deep breath, looking directly at Astrid. All three of them—Copia, Astrid, and the Deacon sat pupils blown, waiting for her to continue.

“A Prime Mover Copia—a wife. One day you will be expected to carry on the Papal line. None of the others are in a position to oblige and that leaves the task to you.” Sister explained. Copia lowered his head, looking into his lap accepting what she was saying to him with a nod. Both Astrid and the Deacon left in shock.

“Oh you can’t mean.” Astrid began, realizing now what her new position was supposed to be.

“You have been chosen by the ministry to be Copia’s Prime Mover. The two of you will be wed within the next few weeks, once things have settled down a bit and we have had a chance to plan things out.” Sister said, flipping through some paperwork on her desk. Immediately both the Copia and Astrid stood up from their chairs.

“Sister, I am not sure Sister Ast—” Copia protested, knowing that despite his own feelings, Astrid had not once given him any indication she’d felt the same.

“This has to be a joke?!” Astrid snapped, her blood running cold with madness. How dare they just decide who she would marry, that she would bear children—that she’d be stuck playing Suzy homemaker with the awkward tricyclist of an old man.

“I assure you it is not a joke Sister. You and Copia will be wed by the end of the Autumnal Equinox. Is that understood!” Sister Imperator hissed back, her force like a knife held to everyone’s throat. Both Copia and the Deacon stared at Astrid, awaiting what she’d say next.

“I—I can’t.” she cried, running from her chair and out the door of the office. Tears pouring forth like rain in a storm. Her heart aching and her mind swirling with anger. Copia got up from his seat, nodding to the Deacon as he attempted to make his own way out.

“And just where do you think you are going?” Sister Imperator asked him, eyebrow cocked and smug look on her face.

“I am going to talk to her. She is meant to be my bride Sister, is she not?” he said sharply. Sister only nodded to him as he left on his way to talk to Astrid—his bride to be.

Notes:

Ha la Luna storta-Her moon is crooked (An Italian saying for someone being in a bad mood)

Hassock- kneeler (place where one kneels to pray)

Dalmatic- vestment worn by Deacons, similar to priests chasuble

Alb- vestment worn by clergymen to cover street garments for ceremony.

Stole- scarf like vestment worn by clergymen

Agnellino- little lamb

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attackfish · 1 year

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I cannot believe nobody ever asked for a continuation of that Ozai-Iroh bodyswap AU. I prostrate myself in the hope for more.

Continued from: [Link].

1. This little episode has real and very serious consequences for Ozai's rule. He completely changed the direction he was taking his country, and then changed it back in a scant few months. This makes him look like an unstable tyrant. There are few things the people of any country, powerful and powerless alike, tolerate less in a ruler than unpredictability. It leaves the people of the Fire Nation on edge, waiting for the Firelord to change his mind again, and it makes the nobility and the high ranking militaty officers start to whisper amongst themselves.

2. Within months, Ozai first recinds Zuko's banishment and then reinstates it for seemingly no reason. This is minor in comparison to the other shocking reversals the Firelord committed at the same time, but it does mean that the world no longer knows quite how to treat the banished prince. Fire Nation military officials who once felt free to treat Zuko with contempt now must contend with the possibility that Ozai will up and change his mind again, and reinstate Zuko as his heir, and that this heir might hold a grudge. But at the same time, Ozai to all appearances, at the moment, hates his son, and does not take well to anyone treating Zuko with anything other than scorn. It's a terrifying balancing act.

3. It's not like Ozai was able to hide who he really was from Zuko's crew. As much of a little wart as Zuko can be, his father, the Firelord, was ten thousand times worse. And not only was he worse to them, he was vicious, and unspeakably cruel to his own son. It's hard not to look at Zuko with a little more sympathy after that, especially after Iroh comes back and explains just what Zuko actually did to get banished. Is it any wonder that Zuko shows such contempt toward his men if the one time he showed compassion to the common Fire Nation troops, he was publicly disfigured and banished by his own father for his pains? Not that this knowledge actually makes Zuko any easier to live with, but...

4. Also, this whole episode gives all of them a window into what the world would look like with Iroh as Firelord, and they like what they see. For all Zuko's crew are effectively pariahs in the Fire Navy, various members have some friends, and they talk when they head into ports. And when they talk about how much better a firelord Iroh might have been, they find a receptive audience for these ideas throughout the highest levels of the Fire Nation military. And then, on a hidiously unpleasant excursion to the South Pole, the Avatar actually appears. This upends the apple cart all over again, and people in the Fire Nation can't help but see this as a sign from the universe that Ozai's time as firelord should come to an end.

5. But as Zuko sees his impossible goal suddenly become possible, the political tensions of the Fire Nation take a back seat for him and his crew behind the practical realities of attempting to capture a child with such frightening power.

#avatar the last airbender #zuko #ozai #uncle iroh #posts i created #do you want to ask a question it doesn't have to be a question #five headcanons #noodle lord ozai #i ship iroh/tea #zuko is a dweeby little turtleduck

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 7 months

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Thoughts on Izzy/Prince Ricky pre episodes 4/5.

When I first saw the trailer, I got it. We got a dumb blonde on screen with Con O'Neill, and yeah. That is, in fact, enough.

Pair it with the actual show, where Ricky is a mirror to Stede from S1? Oh yeah. Pair off an idiot trying and a competent man in leather, and Tumblr will ship it. Hell, I can't blame them.

Overall, tldr outside of theorizing. It's a fine ship! I do think Rickey will get killed off, but hey. If fans want to write spin-off stories where Rickey realizes he's queer, runs away from the Navy, and falls in love with Izzy(not necessarily in that order) I WILL READ IT. SEND IT TO ME.

I read the fucking Aubrey-Maturin book series(aka 'Masters and Commanders') for the HINTS of tension between two men.

NOW- Speculation time.

I *THEORIZE* Ricky is a high-ranking official spying on Stede and his crew in s2ep 1.

History:

[At this time(1700s ish), younger sons further down the line of a large inheritance were often sent to the Military. Their family hoped that maybe their 'spare' kids could give their name legacy in the military; gaining them social status and money. If the older kids die, then your younger ones can still come back...but you can just forget they exist for a bit.

Their parents pay for their rank, so rich young men with no ship experience would be in charge of sections or even the entirety of a crew (of men who were so poor they chose THIS over death).]

This matches what we've seen of his personality so far. Not very good with people with a misguided understanding of what Piercy is, thanks to novels and propaganda.

This explains the scenes we see in the trailer with Prince Rickey in military garb. So why did he get himself caught in s2ep1? Simple. He's an idiot who paid his way in.

Maybe it's all a game, sure, maybe he's playing 5d chess. Maybe he didn't mean to get caught, but the 'Ricky' drink? Purposefully slowing down their escape, making his target lose trust in him? No. It screams dumbass.

SO-here's what I think.

Ricky was put in charge since the Navy thought Stede WAS dead. But, for official 'escaping the Act Of Grace' reasons, they still needed to investigate. Enter: Guy they don't know what to do with, whose family/(or hell, maybe HE ALONE) has paid quite a bit of money to play 'hero'. Ricky gets a lead at the Republic and BAM he finds his man. He doesn't have long so he tries to make Stede trust and maybe even follow him(?). (This is the most flimsy part of the theory, but fuck it). So he tells Stede about a bit of a rumor he heard. Knowing they both knew what exactly that chest meant. Then, he gets caught and loses a nose.

He's not great at his job.

(I also theorize that Izzy is ex-navy and left to become a pirate due to a rich twat abusing power. This could explain why Izzy REALLY hated Stede's shows of wealth in S1. Which could make these two a really funny ship that actually discusses class, power, and the effects of wealth.)

[I had a whole list of links for historical piracy sources if anyone needs me to find 'evidence' I will try! It wasn't the ONLY way people became heads of ship, but it was fairly common to pay your way to the position in the Navy vs. Merit in piracy!]

#prizkey #Pizzy?#What are we going with for a ship name #prince ricky #Prince-Izz #prince rikey/izzy hands #izzy hands #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 speculation #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #ofmd2 #ofmd season 2 spoilers #who knows

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xihe1874 · 1 year

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The first chapter of Bradley going back to 1986 fic is ready!!! (Yeah, yeah, I can't believe that either lolll) Please enjoy and tell me what you think! 😉

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Pairing: Iceman/Maverick, Rooster/Hangman, Carole/Goose

Rating: T

Word Count: 1835

Completed: No

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel Fix-It, Pining, Ice's funeral mentioned, Goose's death mentioned, but everyone will live, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Cigarettes, Father-Son Relationship, Mother-Son Relationship, POV Bradley, Basically Bradley goes back to 1986 and fixes many things, Eventual Romance, Butterfly Effect what Butterfly Effect, Hurt/ComfortIdiots in Love, Getting Together

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Chapter 1

Rooster leans forward on his chair and keeps his eyes firmly ahead.

Cyclone is going on and on about tomorrow’s mission, some shit like patriotism or sacred duty, maybe. He lost concentration a long time ago but still fixes his gaze on the sturdy admiral, even when his mind is blurred by the tedious speech and meaningless lip movement.

He has to. Otherwise, his eyes will instinctively go to Maverick, sitting in front of him now. He will notice the tremor in his arms or the way the old man clenches his fist so tight that he must have drawn blood.

Only thirteen hours have passed since Maverick pulled the crazy stunt and literally stole his way back to the mission. Only twelve hours since he was announced as the team leader. And only ten since he dropped the bomb and chose Rooster as his wingman.

Speaking of Mav’s wingman… It’s only been two days since Ice died.

Rooster squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath to suppress the sudden surge of emotions in his chest. Several high-ranking Navy officers delivered formal and solemn memorial speeches at the funeral, singing empty praises of the late admiral’s glorious achievements. Maverick, however, didn’t speak - he didn’t even shed many tears. He hammered his badge into the coffin with eerily stable hands, saluted the picture, and then walked away without a word.

Every attendee looked at Sarah, Ice’s sister, and the rest of his family with sympathetic and mournful eyes, so no one noticed the weird conduct of the admiral’s ex-wingman. But Rooster saw Maverick stop at a corner and hump his body, beginning to retch.

Being raised by and growing up around this man means that Rooster has seen and known many things, even if he cut himself off from his godfather a decade ago. Watching Maverick clench his hand around the chest and shudder in unspeakable grief, Rooster had to bite his lips hard to avoid going to him.

Maverick has loved Ice for more than thirty years, and that is a fact Rooster never doubts for a second. And judging by the fact that Ice has more interest in being Mav’s guardian angel than getting married, he probably loved Mav more.

He startles at Maverick’s voice. It seems that Cyclone asks the mission leader to say something too.

“I believe in each of you.” His godfather is speaking, his voice hoarse, and Rooster looks at him, taking in his bloodshot eyes and wrinkles. There is something in Maverick’s eyes akin to sad determination and automatic persistence. “And I also believe that we can make it, and make it home.”

Maverick’s eyes linger on Rooster’s face for one more second, and then he continues. “I will not talk about the mission now, as I have told you everything in the past several weeks. Please rest well tonight, and we will do our best tomorrow.”

Or we die.

The sinking feeling in Rooster’s stomach doesn’t get any better.

He glances around the room. Phoenix is whispering something to Bob, and the WSO looks at her softly and nods. Payback stares out the window while Fanboy is fiddling with his pen. Hangman, however, is looking at him directly, his face totally unreadable.

The scrutinization makes Rooster uncomfortable, and he quickly turns away.

Tomorrow. Rooster is trying very hard not to think about the phrase “last night”.

———

He can’t fall asleep.

It’s well past 11 pm, but Rooster still lies with his eyes wide open. He stares at the ceiling and listens to Bob’s steady breath. Turning over, Rooster kicks off the blanket and rubs at his sweaty face.

Ten minutes later, he sighs and gets up.

No one is in the corridor, so he wanders like a ghost until he sees the light in the ready room and hears Hondo’s voice.

“I am worried about you, Mav. And I don’t like that look.”

He creeps over and sees his godfather sitting in a chair, face buried in his hands.

Maverick laughs in a watery way, and his voice comes out muffled. “It’s the only one I’ve got. And please, go have some sleep. I will be OK.”

Hondo pats him on the shoulder and raises to his feet. “I know you need to have some time alone. It’s just… so many things have happened. Ice’s gone, and Rooster….”

Rooster holds his breath at the mention of his name.

“Yeah. Ice… Sorry I can’t talk about that now.” Maverick exhales, and it’s evident he is trying hard to keep his voice even. “But about Bradley, I know he is a damn good pilot and can make it. He just needs to believe in himself.”

But you don’t believe in me.

Rooster almost barges in when he hears Mav’s following sentence.

“I am ready to do anything to make it possible, Hondo. I am ready. That’s what I am here for.”

He sees Hondo shake his head slightly and hug Mav before he walks out of the room from another door.

Rooster stands there for a long time, staring at his godfather’s figure. Maverick looks even older, sitting alone in the dark room. He considers walking in and asking all the questions accumulated in his heart for decades, the old ones about pulling papers and the new ones about the exact meaning of “doing anything”. He also wants to tell Mav that he didn’t mean some of - most of - the things he said. But he just stands still and lets the chilly wind blow over his bare arms.

————

He sees the lit cigarette first, then the person holding it.

Hangman raises the cigarette to his lip, inhales once, and blows a smoke ring, his eyes glued to Rooster in the dim light. A robin starts to chirp somewhere.

Rooster walks up the staircase until he reaches the rooftop. They stand side by side momentarily, Hangman’s gaze blazing on Rooster’s face.

“Didn’t know that you smoke.”

“Normally don’t. But we can’t drink, which sucks.”

Why are you staring at me like that? He wants to ask, but what comes out is instead - “Can I have a drag?”

Rooster turns around and is captured by the glitter in Hangman’s blue eyes. He is handsome, Rooster thinks, an asshole, but still gorgeous. Hangman holds the cigarette, and Rooster reaches out to take it, his heart beating against his chest.

But instead of handing it over, Hangman ducks his head to take another puff and pulls Rooster close with one hand behind his neck until their lips are only one inch apart.

The warmth of Hangman’s hand burns Rooster’s skin, and he shuts his eyes when the smoke passes between their lips. The other pilot’s finger gently rubs little circles on Rooster nick, and his breath is hot on the other’s mustache.

“You are stingy like that?” His own voice hoarse beyond recognition.

Rooster feels the hand on his neck tighten like Hangman is holding on to Rooster and refuses to let go.

“Full experience is only available when you are back, Bradshaw.” Hangman is whispering. He raises his other hand and caresses Rooster’s lower lip with his thumb. “So make sure you get back.”

—————

The next day comes in the blink of an eye. When Rooster sits inside F/A-18E/F alone, his brain a hot mess, he looks up to the bright sky and whispers. “Talk to me, Dad.”

He hears Maverick in their private comm. “You got this, kiddo.”

“Dagger One is hit!”

“Rooster, Mav is gone. We have to get back.”

Get back.

We will talk when we get back. The sentence overlaps with Hangman’s similar words, replaying in his ears.

Rooster clenches the handle and turns it with more strength than necessary.

When his jet is hit, and the explosion almost deafens him, Rooster knows he will not make it. He feels… calm. He has saved Mav, and that bastard will be able to find a way home by stealing a jet or something like that. They have accomplished the mission successfully, and he may finally see his parents after so many years. Maybe he will meet Ice too, and he will definitely ask him why he and Mav won’t make each other happier.

The only thing he may regret is that he will never have the chance to taste that cigarette.

Rooster closes his eyes and lets the force pull him to the dark.

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“You, hey, you! Wake up!”

Bradley doesn’t want to wake up. He is so tired that it is almost like he has run a hundred miles. He shakes his head and turns over.

“Mav, come here!”

He hears footsteps.

“What, Goose, I was planning to serenade… wow, what is this?”

Now, that voice sounds quite familiar, if only more cheerful and lively than he remembers. Bradley struggles to open his eyes and sees two men squatting around him. One of them has a mustache and brown hair that look like his. The other has dark hair and shiny green eyes and is examining him suspiciously. Both are young and wearing white uniforms.

Bradley vaguely realizes that he is lying on the ground. He tries to get up but groans at the headache.

“Whoa, easy there.” The mustached man smiles at him warmly and helps him sit up. Bradley stares at him, and the other stares back with wide eyes.

“Holy shit, Goose, he looks exactly the same as you!”

Goose?

No, that can’t be.

“No, Mav, I am obviously way more handsome.” Goose frowns at the dark-haired man.

Mav.

Bradley’s brain slowly recovers, and he starts to remember things. The mission, Mav saving him, he saving Mav back, the darkness…

He looks around him and finds himself in a noisy bar. Men in white uniforms are everywhere, mixed with civilians. Their dressing styles are old-fashioned, which reminds Bradley of the old photo of his mom. There is music in the air, and Bradley recognizes it as “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’”, released in… 1965.

He snaps his head back to gaze at the two men before him.

His dad and Mav, in their twenties, are young and alive. The faces he could only imagine using faded photos and memories previously are right before his eyes.

“What is happening here?”

Another voice, deep and smooth. Bradley raises his head to see a young Ice with spiky hair. He is wearing shades, but it’s definitely him, as the irritated way he purses his lips at Mav is too familiar. He hasn’t heard this voice in almost five years since Ice’s cancer became severe.

It’s a dream. Or he is already dead. He looks back at his dad and whispers. “Is it a dream, Dad?”

His dad splutters in confusion. “What, no, what, I am not… What???”

Bradley doesn’t care. He just pulls his dad forward by the collar, hugs him tightly, buries his face in Goose’s shoulder, and cries when he feels his dad hesitantly put one hand on his head.

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It’s been a long long time

Characters - Iceman x Maverick, Goose x Carol, Hangman x Rooster

Summary - Maverick had acquired three miracles in his life, Three things he doesn’t think he can live without until he loses them, and gets them back.

Word Count - 3.7k

Warnings - Cannon character death, Grief, funeral, hopelessness, re-imagining of the afterlife

A/N - This is by far the saddest thing I’ve ever written, but also the sappiest if you can believe it. The inspiration for this fic came to me after I watched a TikTok of a sweet old lady that described what she thinks the afterlife might look like. I want to make it clear this is far from religious, just very sweet. Please enjoy and don’t come at me with your pitchforks if I made you cry, because I certainly did.

Maverick was a reckless son of a bitch. He lived a life of adrenaline, a life running from one adventure to another. His first adventure was learning to fly, forcing his way into a Navy that didn’t want him. He knew what he wanted and he went out and got it. Flying brought him his next adventure, Nick Bradshaw. The man that became ‘mother goose’ was a friend you only got once in your life. He was married to a smart as a whip girl that could put you in your place and make you laugh in the same sentence. Together they had a kid that was smart enough to cure cancer and like his parents, brighten up your entire day. The whole family was a ray of sunshine that nobody could resist. That ray of sunshine even melted his next adventure, the iceman. Now this adventure did not start out as such. It started out as more of a thing to be conquered. If he was better than him, he was truly the best there ever was. In his strife for victory he overlooked one simple thing about the man, he wasn’t in it for fame and glory. No, he wanted to climb to the top to make a difference. He wanted to look out for the little guy, and what better way to do that then from a rank that can make actual change. So yeah he flew ice cold, no mistakes, but it was because he had to. It pissed Maverick off at first, but then he started to see the heart in him and couldn’t help but fall in love.

These three adventures became like three miracles to Maverick. He felt like if he had these three things then he would be happy. But as human life goes, nothing lasts forever. The first Miracle he lost was Goose. His sunshine. It happened on a regular Tuesday and came out of nowhere. That flat spin he couldn’t recover and the faulty canopy together took away his light. After that he made sure to watch out for Goose’s little family. He made sure Carol always had enough money and that Bradley always had someone to play ball with. It was then when one of his miracles, Ice, stepped in and really started to shine. Their relationship started that day on the carrier when they declared themselves wingmen. Their adrenaline ran high as they got back to their quarters, unable to resist the bubbling feelings between them any longer and sank into a desperate kiss. They decided then that though they had to hide, it would be worth it. It meant the entire world to Maverick that the man who made his reputation and living on following the rules, would break one of the biggest ones just for him. They carried on like that, loving each other, flying, and taking care of the Bradshaws. It worked well, for a while. It seemed like the worst of their lives was over. On yet another regular Tuesday, Carol left them as well. From diagnosis to death bed it was a fast and slow six months. Little ten year old Bradley understanding and bearing the weight of two dead parents. Luckily Uncle Ice and Uncle Mav were there to pick up the pieces the best they can, only to lose him eight years later when they tried to stop him from flying. “Tom, we did the right thing, right? Obeying his mothers wishes?” They were sitting on their backyard porch swing of their shared house, Mav between Ice’s legs, his back pressed against his chest, it rumbled when he spoke. “It was the only choice we had. You know we had to do this. For Carol.” Maverick hummed his agreement, “for Carol.” It was a mantra that carried both of them through the coming years. It was hard on both of them to not have any contact with a kid they considered to be their son.

Ice climbed the ranks while Maverick made his home at the rank of captain. High enough to gain some respect, but not too high that they chained him to a desk and clipped his wings. It was 2011 when Ice made his first change. He had climbed all the way to the comfy job of Commander of the US pacific fleet, brushing shoulders with all of the powerful people and even the president they both liked so much. Ice had come home one night all smiles, something uncharacteristic for the job he had. When Maverick enquired as to why he was in such a mood all he did was kiss him and tell him he loved him. It wasn’t until early Sunday morning while they were lazing in bed with the TV on when their ‘friend’ the president came on the screen. Both men immediately turned their focus from each other to the TV in time to hear his speech. Mavericks ears were ringing and eyes fuzzy with tears, he heard the words ‘Don’t ask don’t tell’ and ‘repeal’ and he was all but jumping on the man he referred to (In the right audience) as his husband. Ice didn’t seem as shocked as he was, but he was no less happy. Maverick was like an overeager puppy from there on out, touching Ice as much as he could in public, seeming to try and make up for the 20 years they couldn’t. He was always pushing the limits, and now he could do so without feeling guilty for dragging Ice down with him. Ice was happy to indulge, Maverick had rubbed off on him after all. When their favorite president legalized gay marriage in 2015 they, like many other couples, scrambled to get married. They invited Bradley and pretended not to let it get to them when he didn’t show. They were lucky enough to get their TOP GUN class of ‘86 there with Slider as Ice’s best man and Merlin as Maverick’s. The jokes that night were never ending, the entire class deep diving into how they totally knew they were in love even back when neither pilot knew themselves.

It was the summer of 2016 that Maverick thought he might lose his next miracle. Ice had a nasty sore throat that turned out to be so much worse. Sitting hand in hand in the doctor's office ears once again ringing and eyes fuzzy with tears but this time for all the wrong reasons. Cancer. The same disease that took his friend would now potentially take his soulmate, his husband, his wingman. “It’ll be okay hun, we’ll get through this.” Ice was comforting Maverick even though it was Ice who was going to do all of the suffering. Or so Maverick thought. Ice went through all of the treatments he was told to, soldiering through like he always did. Maverick was another case all together. He was the one breaking down in tears at the sight of his husband, he was struggling so bad that Slider had to come over to watch Ice for a day just to force Maverick to leave the house. The day the doctor told them he was in remission was the second greatest day of his life, his wedding day being the first. They felt invincible again, like nothing could ever bring them down. Maverick felt cocky even, “Hell yeah, My husband beat cancer, no big.” Life started to get back to normal for a while, Ice went back to work, Maverick got a pretty good gig thanks to his husband, test piloting some pretty cool aircrafts. Mav had a hanger in the Mojave desert and split his time between there and their fighter-town house. They still missed Bradley like crazy but were starting to accept that this was probably going to be their lives for a while.

Ice’s cancer came back the summer of 2019. Ice handled the news better than Maverick, once again, quoting that it wasn’t uncommon for cancer to come back sometimes. He insisted that Maverick continue his work with the ‘Darkstar’ as if nothing was wrong, even he continued working to the best of his abilities. It wasn’t until Maverick came back from crashing the ‘Darkstar’ (an event Ice knew was bound to happen) and accepted his assignment at TOP GUN that Ice’s condition took a turn for the worse. Maverick hadn’t thought such a thing could happen, given how valiantly his husband had fought it off the last time. Ice did best to assure Maverick he was fine, but to no avail. Maverick knew, this could be it. Ice had encouraged him nightly to try and talk to Bradley, to try and reconcile with the boy. Maverick took it to heart, like he always did when Ice was concerned, and tried at every opportunity presented to him. But one night after a particularly hard training day, almost losing three separate kids, he wasn’t in the mood to fight with Bradley. The kid on the other hand had other ideas. “Nobody to mourn you when you burn in.” Those words stung more than the others. Bradley knew that wasn’t true, he was invited to their wedding after all. The argument spurred on from there and got worse and worse until… it got the worst it could ever. Warlock opens the door and after he says, “It’s Ice” his heart stops. Ice had collapsed at work and… things weren’t looking good. Maverick ran out the door and jumped on his Kawasaki speeding the familiar route to the hospital. His heart beating in his ears mind racing he vaguely hears himself say “My- my husband. Tom Kazansky?” Nurses are ushering him into a room with a haste he doesn’t like. He sees his husband then, The Iceman, The Commander of the US pacific fleet, the love of his life, looking small in a hospital bed. Ice’s face lights up when he sees his husband and if Maverick wasn’t so attuned to his husbands movements he would’ve missed the slight hand twitch that meant he wanted to hold his husbands hand. He was on a ventilator looking sleepy but Maverick could tell he was staying awake as long as he could for the sake of his beloved. “Baby,” Was all Maverick could squeeze out of his throat that had tightened. He moved quickly to his side to grip his hand, kissing it and his cheek. Tears were streaming down his face actively now. The doctor came in just then to update Maverick on the situation. It was only a matter of hours that Ice had left. He then told Maverick that Ice would probably not be able to speak at all, but it was up to Tom if he could manage. The doctor left them alone and Maverick sobbed into his husband's chest. Lifting his head up he looked into his soulmates still loving eyes. “Oh Ice, my love. We deserved more time. 36 years with you wasn’t enough. How am I supposed to live without you?” Ice smiled at Maverick, patting his cheek. Mav knew his husband well enough to know that meant, you have to. “I don’t want to. I won’t.” Ice was crying now too, a rare sight as the man was a Pillar of emotional stability. He put his hand at the joint of Mavericks neck and shoulder and squeezed giving him a sincere look. “I- love you.” Was all he could manage and so soft it was a near whisper. “I love you too, so much.” Maverick leaned in and kissed his husband for the final time. He put his soul into it, knowing in his bones that this was it. He pulled away by some force that wasn’t of this realm. He smiled at his husband and he got to see him smile back one last time before he closed his eyes. There went Mavericks’ second miracle. ‘I love you’ being his final words.

Ice’s funeral was brutal to say the least. He remembers only parts of it, the pinning of his wings, the gun salute, and the flyby. He got so many condolences he couldn’t remember most. He did remember one though, one very important one. Bradley. The young man had approached him after the burial and just hugged his once Uncle. “I’m so sorry uncle Pete. So sorry.” Pete wasn’t sure what he was sorry for, but just hugged him as tightly as he could for the first time in a decade. He just wished Ice was there to see it. “It’ll be okay baby goose. We’re going to be okay.” Pete could tell how much guilt the boy carried with him at never reconciling with his other Uncle. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Bradley scurried off somewhere. It wasn’t until they were on the carrier that they spoke again, promising to really talk after they got back. There was a moment or two, during that mission that he thought he was done for. The first instance being when he saved Bradley. He was at peace with his decision, saving his son and leaving to be with his husband was not something he was too torn up about. But then he woke up in the snow, Bradley stopping him from being shot by an enemy chopper, he cursed the boys 'maverick-like’ instincts. The next time he thought he was dead he wasn’t so at peace with the situation. Bradley was in the back seat and he was going to fight like hell to get him home. He decided at that moment, when they were being saved, to buy Lieutenant Seresin something nice. Hugging Bradley on the carrier healed him just as much as his hug at Ice’s funeral did.

After that mission he slowed down a bit. Only a little, but enough. He kept his and Ice’s house exactly the same as Ice had left it, cleaning regularly, but the decor never changed. What had changed was the pictures on the walls multiplied. There was the photo of him and Bradley hugging on the carrier, a photo of him and the entire Dagger squad, a group that had stayed in touch even after everything was over. There was a photo of Bradley and Jake when they had started dating, a fact that Maverick wished he could’ve told Ice even if it was more of a I told you so. A photo of the young couples wedding, Maverick being Bradley’s best man, it sat nicely next to Ice and Mavericks. He received many photos of his daggers over the years, them and their families. He found himself keeping 12 frames up and switching them out every year when he was sent new ones. Then there were the kids, like actual kids. Jake and Bradley had adopted a little baby girl and named her Carol Nicole, and then three years later a little boy and surprised Maverick by naming him Thomas Peter Seresin-Bradshaw. Pete cried for a solid hour and hugged his sons close. He cried even harder when they had explained they wanted them to always remember their grandparents.

Maverick had really come into his own as a grandpa. He not only had Jake and Bradley’s kids, but his daggers brought their kids around too. He watched them grow up still wishing he had Ice with him. The number of pictures grew and grew until there was barely any wall left. Maverick was just so proud of his family. As he aged up, his flying days were numbered. He retired from the navy a few years after baby Thomas was born, his last flight in a fighter jet was an F-14 they had saved. The whole family showed up, daggers and all. Bradley was at his wing and even Slider was in his back seat. “I wish Ice could’ve been here.” Slider sighed into the radio, “Me too man. But you know he never left you. Not even God could keep that man from you, why? I’ll never figure it out.” Maverick chuckled and carried on his flight. He mumbled a ‘Talk to me goose.’ And a silent ‘I love you.’ To his forever wingman. Landing that jet hurt more than it should’ve, it had been his lifeline for so long, just him and his jet. His family all hugged him and took a picture, that photo ending up on his wall. It wasn’t until his 80th birthday that he took his actual last flight. It was in the plane he kept at his hangar in the Mojave with little Tommy. Little was a bit of an exaggeration given that he turned 16 that year. Maverick was happy to fly with his grandson, to share with him something that united the kids entire family, especially his namesake. Even though the kids never met Grandpa Ice, a fact that broke Mavericks heart on multiple occasions, They still made sure to tell them stories about the man. They’d say he was the bravest man alive, and even though they never met, he loved them so much. After that flight with Thomas, Maverick stepped out of an airplane for the last time. He didn’t know it at the time, but this miracle leaving him didn’t hurt like the other ones did. He didn’t feel gut wrenching pain or heartache. He felt joy, spending the day with his grandson only to return him to his sons at the end. He went home that night with a smile on his face, feeling at peace.

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell died two weeks later peacefully in his sleep. The cause was unknown, but his kids would say it was time for him to return to his soulmate. The two had been apart for too long and Maverick was not meant to be away from him for extended periods of time. They were sad of course, but they knew it was for the best. For Pete on the other hand, it was the best thing to happen to him in a while. It was like he was on a bus, sitting patiently among others waiting to get off. It was peaceful, not quiet, but not loud. When the bus stopped the driver said it was time to get off, that this was the end of the route. Pete stood and walked to the exit, unsure of what would greet him outside. When the doors opened it was sunny outside, and there stood a man, Blonde hair spiked, green flight suit with a patch that read Iceman. He had a cocky but kind look on his face as he took off his glasses and tucked them into his pocket. Maverick felt old compared to the young man, in his old man sweater, but as he stepped off the bus to greet him he himself was wearing his signature white shirt and jeans, cowboy boots and leather jacket. He was young again, just as he was when he met Ice to be exact. Maverick took in the man once again, his husband, he had missed him so much. “Hey stud.” He even sounded just like he remembered, that voice could calm him in a millisecond. The voice that was stolen from him too soon. “Baby.” Maverick whimpered and threw himself at his husband. Tom caught him with no trouble and hugged him tight. He laughed in Pete’s ear and if he wasn't already dead he’s sure that sound would have done him in. “I missed you Pete.” And even though for Ice it had only been a few hours, Pete believed him. “I missed you too. I love you so much.” Pete pulled back to look at his face and couldn't help but kiss him. The kiss was warm, happy, it felt like home.

They pulled back at the sound of what could only be described as howling. “Great balls of fire, there you are Petey!” Goose. Maverick turned around and there stood his best friend, arm slung around his beloved wife. “Goose!” Pete exclaimed before tackling the man into a hug. He could faintly hear both Ice and Carol laughing, but he was too busy hugging Nick. “Hey Mav, how are you buddy?” Maverick was tearing up at his voice, he forgot how much he had missed this man. “Oh I’m so good Goose. I missed you buddy.” Nick pulled back and gave him a smile. “I missed you too, man! Ice here filled me in on what I missed, you two were definitely busy.” Pete laughed, that was for sure an understatement. “Indeed, hey did you know we’re all grandparents?” The group was all smiles, happy to hear about their family. “Yeah and we’re all pretty pissed that you’re the only grandparent they met. They probably thought we were all crazy!” Carol was still Carol it seems. Mav put his arm around Ice’s waist and cuddled in. Tom kissed the top of his head and leaned against it. “Oh and this whole thing?” Goose gestured between the reunited lovers, “Was quite a surprise. Rivals my ass.” Carol playfully slapped her husband's arm, “Oh you’re just mad you didn’t call it sooner.” As the couple continued their loving bickering, something that was apparently still a thing in the afterlife, Pete turned to his husband. “So, what is there to do around here?” Ice gave him a grin, like he knew something Maverick didn’t. “Why do you think I’m wearing a flight suit?” Pete could’ve cried at that, he could fly again? “Really?” Ice nodded and called over to goose who was still teasing his wife. “Hey mother Goose, up for a flight?” Nick ran over and it was then that Pete noticed he too was in his flight suit. “Flying with Maverick again? Try and stop me.” And just like that, Pete had back his three miracles. His wings, his best friend, and his beloved. It had been so long since he had all three, and never at that same time. He thinks he’s gonna like it here.

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