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vxntagedior · 1 year

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save a horse, ride an aviator

summary | jake takes you to texas where you learn the infamous law

pairing | jake "hangman" seresin x fem!reader

warning | fluff, slight angst, mentions of sex, jealous!jake, possessive!jake

word count | 1.2k

The bar was crowded when the two of you walked in. Jake had brought you home to Texas during his two week brevent after the mission.

You constantly teased Jake while at the Hard Deck, saying that he needed to take you line dancing whenever the two of you went back to Texas.

Coming to Texas, Jake took you out and dressed you in a perfect outfit for you, buying you your first pair of cowboy boots. At his family ranch, his sisters taught a few popular dances that were played down at the bar.

It was Friday night, Jake’s sister was helping you out with a few final touches to your outfit and makeup before they heard someone clear their throat.

You gulped, seeing his biceps practically bulging out of his shirt that had to be a few sizes too small. His sisters left the bathroom all giggling to each other seeing how you looked at Jake.

“You ready darlin’?” God you couldn’t even answer, the little Texas accent he had coming out more than usual.

Guiding you down the house, the rest of his family were all in the living room, his mother cooing at the two of you together. Getting in the car and driving towards the bar, Jake’s hand rested on your thigh.

Turning into a gravel lot, the bar kept with a saloon vibe. Coming to the other side of the truck, opening the door for you, Jake gave you his hand, helping down and out. It was barely 10pm, and you could see all the cars in the driveway, expecting the bar to be crowded.

“C’mon now.” You were practically frozen in your spot, making Jake basically drag you inside. The music was loud, everyone on the floor dancing, and at the bars. Your eyes jumped to almost every single object in the room, getting a feel for the night.

Meeting some of his friends, you noticed how each of the girls had been wearing cowboy boots, and with the look of their boyfriends hat hair, it wasn’t their hat that was on their head.

You seemed to notice how many women had hats on their heads.

Not wanting to ask Jake and seem stupid, you turned to one of the girlfriends of Jake’s friends.

“Why do all the girls wear hats?” You asked. You along with two other girls sat in a booth on the side of the bar.

The two of you girls side eyed each other before turning back to you.

“It kind of means that if you’re wearing a man’s cowboy hat, you’re taken, you’re with him.” The first girl, Ava explained.

“If she’s wearing the hat, she’s riding the stallion.” The other, Izzy snorted.

You furrowed your brows and didn't really get her joke. Ava seemed to notice your perplexed look before speaking again.

“Wearing a hat, ends up in your man's lap. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” She smirked.

Finally understanding, you felt a little disheartened. You and Jake had been together for almost 3 years now, and you thought it was serious.

“Hey.” Izzy grabbed your hand, “Don’t think too much about it, I can see that Jake clearly loves you, a hat isn’t going to change that.”

Taking your mind off the situation, Izzy and Ava brought you out to dance. You quickly noticed how many people were looking at the three of you, more looking at you. Remembering that Izzy and Ava had their boyfriends’ hats on, you were in the eyes of everyone else, single.

Across the bar, Jake was gripping onto his beer tight, his eyes slightly twitching when he saw another man come up to dance with you.

“You good there Seresin.” Izzy’s boyfriend snorted, knowing what was exactly going on. Jake was never one to be jealous, he put his trust in you, and knew that you wouldn’t do anything to mess with that but seeing that man dancing with you, though you kept your distance from him, he couldn’t keep the green monster inside him calm.

Taking a break after your fourth dance, the three of you made your way towards the bar. Leaning against the countertop, your forearms rested on the edge, taking in deep breaths, when you felt someone brush up against you. He was quite the opposite of Jake, a few inches shorter, his skin more tan, his hair brunette.

Jake always had a cocky smirk whenever he flirted with you but the guy next to you had a genuine smile.

“Oh I’m sorry.” You already started to deny him.

“I know, you’re with Seresin.” You stared at him in shock, not even knowing the man. “Don’t worry, I’ve known Jake for ages. Just stepping on his toes so he can finally make his move.”

Laughing slightly, you turned to see Jake looking green. Though the two of you were already together, you needed that hat.

“He’s coming.” You noticed turning back to the guy, “Pretend like I said something funny?”

Jake heard your laugh as he walked up to the two of you, seeing you wrap your hand around the guy’s hand, throwing your head back.

“Yoder.” Jake saw who had come up to you, “You’re with my girl.”

You never understood why you thought Jake looked even better when he was possessive, maybe he was the way his jawline was more prominent when he clenched it or maybe he flexed his muscles so they could look even bigger.

“He just offered me a drink, it’s fine Jake.” You were adding flame to the fire.

Feeling a grip on your shoulder, Jake turned your shoulders, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you away from him.

“What was that?” You were both outside now, Jake was practically fuming and you tried so hard not to laugh.

“What?” You feigned innocence, “He was just being nice.”

“He should have known better.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes, not wanting to be mad at you.

“Well he didn’t know we were together?” You smirked.

“What- what do you-oh.” Jake was confused, he had known Yoder for years, and spoke about you constantly and showed him pictures. The gears in his head finally clicked, seeing the slight glimmer in your eyes.

“All that for a hat?” He chuckled.

“Yes!” You slightly whined, “Jakie, we’ve been together forever, I wanna wear your hat.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, wrapping his arms around you, bringing you into a hug. Pulling away, he lifted the hat off his head, putting it on yours.

Slightly adjusting it, you took a couple steps back presenting yourself.

“What do you think?”

“I think my night is gonna end well.” He smirked, wrapping arms around your waist, slowly lowering his hands down to the swell of your ass. “Gonna ride your cowboy tonight?”

Slipping away from his grasp, you started to make your way back to the bar, before turning your head over your shoulder, giving him a flirty smile.

“I’m gonna ride an aviator.”

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seresinhangmanjake · 1 year

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Birthday Boy

Dad!Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female reader

Summary: It’s Jake’s birthday and you have a very special gift for him.

Warnings: this is just a mega fluff monster (i think, anyway). Jake’s all happy being a dad and being in love with his lady and everything. Maybe cursing. Didn’t double check. Allusion to eventual smut that is not in this fic. Just to be safe:18+

Notes: can be read alone, but contributes to the Oh, Baby world as well.

Words: 2422

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Thirty-four. The number was speckled throughout his house. It was strung together as part of a lengthy banner that was taped to his wall; scribbled in green icing across the center of the vanilla cake you’d baked him with an equal number of rainbow-colored candles sticking out the top; and in the form of two massive shiny, floating balloons in the corner of the living room—Rooster’s addition to the decor, supposedly meant to tease Jake but were obviously brought for your daughter, Eve’s, amusement. And the little girl loved them, immediately crawling across the carpet to stare up at the mirror-like mylar that reflected her fascinated face.

Jake had joked two weeks prior that he was getting old, so you’d taken it upon yourself to plan a party that reminded him of his younger days…his very young days. You’d gone all out, including everything for a kiddie party but the clowns and ponies.

Initially, you weren’t sure how he’d take the surprise—he could see the worry in your twisted features when you observed his wide eyes and gaping mouth—but Jake only grabbed you around the waist and kissed you until everyone grew bored of watching a couple so lost in themselves. No one had ever quite done anything like this for him before. He’d had birthday parties, sure, plenty as a child, but not a single one after his mid-twenties, and never thrown by a woman he loved.

You’d still kept it small. Inviting your shared friends, a few other pilot buddies, Penny and Mav and a couple of the Hard Deck bartenders—one of whom was the pretty blonde Rooster had yet to completely get over despite the year that had passed since first meeting her. Clearly you knew something the rest of them didn’t when it came to the woman because you spent a good bit of time trying to push her and Rooster together. And if Jake could tell by the occasional glances he shot the two, it looked like some progress had been made. Good, Jake thought. He wanted his friends to have what he had.

By far, it was the best party he’d been to, fully surpassing the unknown number of wild nights he'd dedicated to getting hammered in college. Jake liked the intimacy of it all, even more so after it had died down and most guests returned to their own homes, leaving just you and his team remaining.

“Well,” Rooster began after taking a sip of the beer that you’d made sure to pour into a polka-dotted plastic cup, “I hope you enjoy being old, Hangman.”

Phoenix tucked her finger under the elastic band holding the cone-shaped hat to Rooster’s head and pulled it a good few inches away from his face before releasing it. It slapped harshly against his skin and with a frown, he rubbed his palm over the fresh sting.

“If he’s old, we’re all old,” she scolded. “And you should be nice to the birthday boy.”

“The birthday boy’s got enough nice things. He’s got his lovely lady.” He winked at you and you rolled your eyes with a chuckle. Then he extended his finger to lightly tickle Eve’s cheek. “And he’s got this little nugget.”

When his daughter giggled in his arms, Jake pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her hair. He smiled contently before turning his head to connect his lips with yours. You both grinned into the kiss, that usual fluttering blooming in his stomach as you placed your hand on his cheek to draw him in closer.

“Ok,” Payback just short of shouted, trying to pull your and Jake's attention back to the surface. “You know other people are here, right? And you’ve got a child in your arms.”

Separating from Jake, you looked back to your group of friends. “That was an innocent kiss.”

Fanboy snorted and took a bite of his cake. “It was no peck,” he mumbled around a mouthful of sponge and frosting.

Jake reached behind you to rest his hand against your lower back, but it lasted there all of five seconds before traveling lower to settle on your ass. "Well, that’s as innocent as we get," he said.

“Pathetic,” Rooster playfully scoffed. “Be less in love with each other.”

“Not a chance, man.”

Everyone released a mocking groan at the sappiness, but Jake only snickered and leaned over to kiss your temple. It wasn’t the first time his teammates had joked about your supposed ‘nauseating’ obsession with one another, but underneath, their love for the two of you together was more than supported.

“We should probably go,” Phoenix said. They all nodded in agreement, hugging you and Jake before giving extra special goodbyes to your daughter. Then they were gone—so much like a herd of wild animals or a school of fish migrating in one giant mass.

Jake blew out a breath. He wasn’t old, but it didn’t mean the man didn’t feel the exhaustion of the long evening.

“Tired?” you asked, extending your arms for Eve.

He handed the girl over to her mother and shook his head. “No, I’m fine.”

“Good, because your night is not over yet.”

Jake’s eyes followed the movement of your finger drawing a line down the row of his shirt buttons. He looked up at you. “Is that right?”

You winked, and as you turned on your heel to go put Eve to bed, Jake began to throw forgotten used cups and plates into the trash. They littered the area but he expected no less. His friends had a habit of bringing a tornado with them just to vanish when time to deal with the aftermath.

“You don’t have to do that, baby,” you said, stepping back down the stairs. He felt your arms snake around his waist a moment later and squeeze. “Come with me instead.”

Taking his hand, you led him to sit in a dining chair and settled yourself onto his lap.

He knew his gaze was burning as it roamed over the features of your face. The only time it wasn’t was when he made sure to tamp down his desire in front of his daughter. But his baby girl was asleep now, and nothing stopped him from unveiling the entirety of what he felt for you.

He was fully prepared to capture your lips in a kiss, but you stopped him when you said, “I got you a birthday present.”

Jake cared; he did. But you’d already given him so much and his neediness for you blocked out any ability to think of what could possibly be more important than you on top of him; he inside of you.

He hummed lowly. “Does it happen to be lacy?” he asked. His fingers slid along the smooth skin of your thigh, pushing up the hem of your dress. “And under here?”

“Yes,” you grinned as you tilted your head down to brush your nose over his. “But I got you something else, too. Something better.”

You hopped up, slipping from his grasp before he could blink and disappearing around the corner into the hall. He instantly felt the gaping hole of your absence; the chill now coating his skin from the sudden loss of your warm body. He wasn’t a fan.

“Honey, I’m not sure there’s much better than you all dolled up in lace,” he called after you.

You returned with your hands tucked behind your back, a sweet smile on your face as you once again took your seat atop his thighs. Jake rose a brow at your barely contained excitement when you whipped an envelope out and held it in front of his face. He leaned back a bit to get a good look, but the crisp, white folded paper was blank.

“What is this?”

“You have to open it and read.”

He did as told and took it from your hands, lifting the unsealed flap and pulling out another folded sheet of paper. One of his arms snuck around your waist, holding your body flush against his again—tighter this time so you had no chance of escape—as he began to read aloud.

“Petition for a change of name of a mi—” Jake’s voice caught on the syllable. His whole body, organs and all, briefly froze within him. A swallow strained his throat. “Minor,” he finally finished. He let the word settle on his tongue and when his brain regained functioning and fully processed the weight of its meaning, his eyes flicked over to yours. “Are you serious?”

Nodding with surety and cupping his cheek, you said, “I want to change her name. You just have to agree and we’ll sign some papers.”

The tears began to cloud his vision, fuzzing the words on the page as he read them again and again. “So, she’d…”

“She’d be Eve Seresin.”

Jake had imagined it before, dreamed about it. His sweet family—a small unit of Seresins that might one day grow into a decent sized bunch. You and he outnumbered by a group of little ones. But since your baby girl was such a surprise and you’d had Eve without him there—without him even in the picture at the time—her name was yours. Jake was fine with that. Of course, he was. It only made sense, and he wasn’t going to demand his daughter take his name just because you and he were officially together. But he couldn’t deny how the thought of his baby girl being a Seresin in name delightfully tightened his chest. He wouldn’t be too terribly upset by his woman sharing his name, either.

With your free hand, you brushed away the escaped salty droplet that slipped down his cheek. He met your eyes again.

“Honey, are you sure? Just because she doesn’t have my name, doesn’t mean—”

You shook your head. “I know, but your family name means something to you,” you said. “Besides, I imagine we’d be doing this sooner or later, and with Eve starting daycare in a couple of months it’s really the perfect time.”

You’re amazing, you know that? He thought about saying it every time he looked at you. Every time he saw you walk through the door, or take care of your daughter, or when you crawled into bed and cuddled up to him. And moments like this, when you expressed your devotion in such wonderful, unexpected ways.

Jake put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you down for the kiss he’d been desperate to give you. It was a pattern of long kisses between short kisses, with some kisses making their way to cheeks and jawlines, and eventually, his lips found the sweet, delicate skin of your neck, sucking red marks into the flesh. He liked those marks—made sure to give them to you often—a new one for every old one that disappeared. He was especially adamant about it once you’d started back to work at the bar, remembering all too clearly the wide range of drunk men that went far out of their way to hit on you. But you were his now. You shared a daughter, you had a future, and he didn’t need other guys thinking they were going to get lucky with his lady. And though you didn’t give him the satisfaction, he knew you secretly loved it, too.

You moaned, your head naturally falling to the side to open access to more of your skin, and Jake gripped your neck a bit harder, holding you still as he took a gentle bite.

“I love you,” he whispered against your neck, licking over the fresh mark to soothe the tenderness before lifting his head. “And you gave me a wonderful gift.”

The glimmer in your eye—he lived for that glimmer. That little shine of pride. “Yea?”

“Yea.” He smiled softly. “Any chance you want to get your name changed, too?”

That smile morphed into a pout, his bottom lip slightly puckering.

“Don’t puppy-dog-eyes me, Seresin.”

“But Honey, I can get a wedding together so fast.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but your lips were struggling to stay in a straight line. They begged to curve upwards; to part and bare your white teeth in the perfect smile that had taken him to his damn knees the first time he saw you.

Jake loved when he could get your smile to break through any emotion you were feeling or trying to portray. He was convinced that was one of the reasons you worked so well together. Crying, irritated, exhausted—didn’t matter what it was, he could find some way to get you to crack a smile. Now was no different.

He knew you weren’t going to say yes; your relationship was officially only six months old and you’d always lived by a hard line of being with a man for a year before getting married. He knew this before you even slept together, back when you were friends exchanging innocent thoughts about potential futures. But that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy hinting at the subject every once in a while.

“We’ll talk about it,” you said, moving one of his stray blond locks back into place. “But let's start with our daughter’s.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

He accepted your kiss—your promise that when he asked you that question for real, you would say yes. That was enough for him. When you were ready, he would get down on his knee and present the ring he’d had made a month ago, and you would start another chapter. But for now, everything he had was enough. More than enough. More than he could’ve dreamed of.

“Would you like to have your other present now?” you asked.

Your finger slowly traced the neckline of your dress, pulling down just a bit to reveal the lacy trim of your bra.

Jake took in a deep inhale through his nose and let the exhale fill his cheeks as it left his body. Just under that dress was a layer of thin, intricate material in a deep shade of red just barely covering some of his favorite parts of you. Swallowing hard, he replaced your finger with his and pulled the front of your dress lower to expose more of the garment. The lace barely contained the swell of your breasts, and he instantly hardened beneath you, cock straining against the zipper of his jeans.

With his eyes still glued to your cleavage, he nodded. “I would absolutely love to have my other present now.”

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supergirl000983 · 1 year

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The Rancher and the Pilot PT.1

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Dutton!Reader

Warning: None

Y/N walked outside to meet her brothers buddies along with Ryan, Colby, Abby, and Teeter. She had enlisted the help of her four closest friends to help her show her brother’s friends around. Y/N had made sure everyone knew to wear their good boots because she was taking them line dancing and bar hopping tonight. “So who is ready to get their dance on?” She asked the group of 8. “I did my fair share of dancing in high-school darlin.” Jake said wrapping an arm around her shoulder “I heard there was a place called the Electric Bull?” Bradley said walking closer to the two. “You mean you heard of a place that had an mechanical bull. The place itself is call 8 Seconds, and if you’re anything like most of the men in this town you won’t last that long.” Y/N responded as she grabbed Jake’s hand and started towards her truck. They were going to take two trucks. Y/N would drive her ranch truck with Jake, Javy, Natasha, and Bradley. The other truck would be Ryan, Abby, Colby, and Teeter. Y/N could feel herself getting closer with the team especially Jake. He understood Ranch life that was the reason he and her brother were such great friends. ————time skip because I’m lazy—————Y/N pulled up to 8 Seconds and they all got out. Jake immediately made his way to Y/N and held her hand as they made their way in. “Welcome to 8 Seconds. This place is my home away from home. I grew up with my older sister and her husband sneaking me in here. Oh Tee! Beth said she and Rip may make an appearance later.” Y/N said as she lead the group to her normal table. “Ok Ryan and Colby if you guys will go get the first round of shots Teeter, Abby, and I will start explaining the rules of this place.” Y/N said as she hopped up on her barstool. As the boys went to get the drinks the girls started explaining. “Ok rule #1 if a girl has a cowboy hat on 9/10 she is here with her boyfriend so don’t flirt with her, #2 Nat this one is for you If a man puts his cowboy hat on your head take it off and come find one of us if we are not with you, and #3 Do NOT take your eyes off your drink. Now with that being said let’s get this party started!” Y/N said as the boys sat the tray of drinks down in the table “Before we dance I think we should get these here newbies on that there mechanical Bull.” Teeter said in her Texas accent “You are so right Teeter! I for one think the Queen herself should go first and show them how is done. Y/N?” “I’ll see what I can do” Y/N said looking between Teeter and Abby. Y/N walked up to one of her friends from high-school who was working the ride. “Hey Jesi! Anyway you can get me on that Bull in the next couple of minutes?” Y/N asked wrapping and arm around her old cheer captain. “Yeah it’s going pretty easy tonight, just take your shoes off and hop on. Considering you hold the record for old Betsy I’m sure you won’t have a problem.” Jesi said smiling at her long time friend. Y/N nodded to her friends who all made their way over to where she was taking her boots off and taking her keys, phone, and wallet out of her shorts pocket handing her stuff to Jake before climbing in the ring and hopping onto the bull. As the Bull started Y/N leaned and moved like she was apart of the machine. “WOO! THAT THERES MY BEST FRIEND!” “GO Y/N!” “Get it girl!” Were all things being shouted as Y/N finally let go an fell off the bull. “25.4 seconds Y/N Dutton beating her old record of 24.8 seconds. Give it up the the 4 year champion of Betsy.” Jesi said before putting the mic down. “So who’s next?” Ryan asked as he and Colby held their hands out for Y/N to grab to get out of the pen. “I’ll go! How hard could it be?” Javy said taking his shoes off. “3 seconds…you lasted 3 seconds Coyote.” Nat said as she handed him his phone. While Javy, Nat, and Bradley went with the ranch hands Jake stayed with Y/N. “So how about me and you go get a beer, and then we go sit in the back of the truck and look at stars while they all dance?” Jake said wrapping his arms around Y/N.

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year

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the echo universe: | a werewolf au | (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: Ronnie invites Blue River to a very important ceremony that will determine the fate of Red Sky Pack - and the fate of the pup she carries.

Pairing: Werewolf!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Human!OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 5311

Warnings: heavily game of thrones influenced, slight angst, brad kinda being a dick as usual, made-up werewolf lore, ritualistic stuff, pregnancy mention, nick and carole are mentioned, blood, dead animal, an organ is eaten raw

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✎……this has been sitting in my drafts for literal months and I'm tired of it being there so here we go. don't @ me for using that gif, it's hot. and thank you to my werewolf love @blue-aconite for looking this over for me literally months ago lol

Ronnie knocked on the door and waited. She really hoped he was home. He used to be home around this time. Back from the yard for his hour-long lunch that he only spent ten minutes actually eating. But who really knew? She certainly didn’t. He very well could have changed everything about his schedule since she moved out.

Her hands wrung themselves red as she waited. She had never waited to come inside that house before. But it wasn’t her home. Not anymore.

She heard the lock click. The door opened a crack, then it swung back completely to reveal Bradley standing on the other side.

He looked the same, and she was glad. Still wore those same flannels and still had that mustache he refused to shave.

“What’re you doin’ here, Ronnie?” he asked, looking over her shoulder to see if she was accompanied by anyone else.

“He’s not here. I came alone,” she assured, though she didn’t like that she had to.

Bradley shifted on his feet, hand still held behind him on the door handle. “Why?”

“Did — Did you get my text?” she asked, her fingers beginning to hurt from her pulling.

She wanted to say she was sorry for not calling. But she didn’t know how to say it. Didn’t know how to deliver such news if she would have to hear some false joy or his barely restrained hurt. Even now, as she looked up into those so similar brown eyes, as she stood merely a few feet from him — she couldn’t have felt farther away.

It was odd feeling like a stranger on the porch attached to the house she grew up in. It was odd looking into the eyes of a brother who could barely look back at her.

“Yeah. I got it.”

He glanced down at her stomach. She was barely showing but it was still there, pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Just the other day Mickey told her that he could smell it — the change in her. The life inside her. Ronnie wondered if Bradley could smell it too.

Ronnie took a deep breath to calm herself, prying her fingers apart to latch onto the ends of her jacket instead. Jake would worry if she came home with rung red knuckles.

Then she said, “Full moon’s coming up — we’re doing the Plena Luna Corda.”

Bradley took in a sharp breath through his nose as he put a hand on the doorframe, fingers digging into the wood. He dropped his head as he stared down at the space between their shoes. Then he ticked his jaw to one side with a shake of his head. A classic sign that he wasn’t pleased that made Ronnie swallow something thick.

“I’d like you to be there. I know it’s — it’s not traditional. But I’d like the pack to be there,” she added.

He scoffed. Rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

Ronnie’s fingers curled around the ends of her jacket, bunched it up as hard as she could to keep herself from hitting him square in the chest. Just two words and she knew all she needed to. Knew exactly what he thought — about everything. About her. Then the tears came. Sudden and overwhelming. She wanted to fight them but she couldn’t with her hormones running wild. They spilled over in an instant, hot and frustrated as they tracked down her cheeks. Bradley had the decency to look surprised by their sudden appearance — eyebrows furrowed as he watched her lip tremble.

“Is that really what you think of me?” she asked as she wiped furiously at her face. “It hasn’t exactly been a fucking trip, Brad. I’m miserable most of the time. In a town with no connections besides a pack that’s barely accepted me and — and Jake. Who tries, but he doesn’t know what it’s like. Blue River’s my family and now…You all rarely talk to me. And-And I get that Red Sky’s supposed to be my family now but they’re just not. B-Because you’re not there and I fucking miss you.

“So, yes — I drove all the way over here to invite you to my Plena Luna Corda because I want you to be there. I want my family to be there.”

The Bradshaw siblings stared at each other for a moment. One with trembling hands and the other with a slack jaw. And when Ronnie couldn’t take it anymore, she wiped at her eyes one last time and pulled a slip of paper from her pocket.

“Whatever,” she grumbled, then she took the paper and shoved it into the bronze letter box by the front door. “There’s the location coordinates. It’s this Thursday — midnight. Show up or don’t.”

Then she turned and stepped off the porch attached to the house she grew up in. Leaving behind the brother who could barely look at her.

“Thank you for doing this, Penny,” Ronnie said quietly, trying to remain as still as possible.

“Happy to help, sweetheart.”

Penny smiled, knowing and sympathetic, as she dipped her brush into more of the red paint. With a final stroke, she finished up the design on Ronnie’s face. Thick around her eyes, winged up into her temples and hairline. A line down the bridge of her note. Then three lines started beneath her lips and went down her chin and neck. Next, Penny moved onto Ronnie’s exposed shoulders and chest.

Ronnie didn’t know who else to ask to help her get ready for the ritual. Traditionally, it would have been her mother. Or another human connected to Red Sky. But her mother was gone, and Red Sky was still too skittish, too careful to bring anyone else into their ranks. Penny easily accepted when Ronnie called, stating she had nothing better to do on a full moon night with Pete gone. It made Ronnie laugh, but it also made her heart ache. Pete was already gone from their house. He was with Blue River. They weren’t coming.

“So this Plena Lunar Coro…” Penny trailed off, knowing she wasn’t saying it right.

Ronnie corrected her with a laugh. “Plena Luna Corda.”

“Right. What is it, exactly?”

Ronnie thought back for a moment. She supposed Penny wasn’t around the last time Blue River performed a Plena Luna Corda — when her mother was pregnant with Bradley. She and Pete didn’t find each other again until years later. And Ronnie was always sure the next one she witnessed would be for Bradley’s Luna.

Now, she was a Luna. Now, she was participating in one.

“It’s a pregnancy ritual,” Ronnie explained as she tilted her chin up at Penny’s gentle urging, the paintbrush dragging down her neck to continue the lines from her chin to her collarbone. “When a Luna gets pregnant with her first pup, the full moon after she finds out she gathers with her pack — all painted with their colors, obviously — and she has to eat an entire wolf’s heart.”

“You — You have to eat a wolf’s heart? Like raw? The whole thing?” Penny paused her painting to stare at Ronnie wide-eyed and baffled.

“Yes,” Ronnie laughed at her friend’s expression, but she felt the nerves rise up in her chest as she talked through it. “I have to eat the whole thing — raw. If I do, without throwing up or spitting anything out, it’s a sign that the baby will be healthy and the pack will be blessed. If I don’t…It’s a bad omen. For the baby and for the pack.”

“Jesus, that’s a lot of pressure,” Penny muttered, resuming her painting.

“I know. And Jake’s a new Alpha, this is his first pup, and this pack has been through so much…I just…A lot is riding on this. On me.”

Penny finished painting her chest and arms. The two outer lines on her neck formed V shapes at her collarbones that went up towards her shoulders, trailing down her arms all the way to the backs of her hands. The middle of the three lines stopped just at the top of her chest. Elegant and simple.

The older woman set down the brush and kneeled down in front of Ronnie. She took her trembling hands in her own with a gentle smile. A motherly smile. Ronnie sucked in a deep breath through her nose and out through her mouth as she stared into Penny’s bright blue eyes. She had been with Red Sky for months, but this was her chance to really prove herself. To assert her role as Luna and as a vessel of the Moon Goddess herself. If she didn’t have the strength to do this, it was a sign she didn’t have the goddess’ blessing. Just another thing gone wrong for Red Sky.

She was only eight weeks along but already her stomach turned at just the smell of certain foods. There was a reason the ritual took place the first full moon after a pregnancy was discovered. When it would be the most difficult for the expectant mother. A true test of her strength. God — what if she couldn’t do it?

“I know this doesn’t mean much coming from me,” Penny said, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze. “But you are going to do amazing. You’re Veronica Bradshaw. You are the smartest, most badass woman I have ever met. You are a daughter of wolf kings. You can do anything.”

Tears blurred Ronnie’s vision but they didn’t fall. Did Penny know? Had she heard Nick Bradshaw say it before? She must have. Anytime he gathered the pack, his rally cry was always we are the children of wolf kings! It always made Ronnie think that she was a princess, destined for a crown. But now, hearing those words from someone she loved when she felt at her weakest, she understood why her father said it so many times. They imbued her with a kind of power she could never muster for herself.

She was a daughter of wolf kings.

“Thank you,” Ronnie whispered.

Penny smiled before she stood up again. “Come on, let’s finish getting you ready.

There were no rules about what a Luna should wear for the Plena Luna Corda, but over the years and through the first-hand accounts Ronnie had read, she noticed that there was definitely a pattern. White — and something that exposed her small belly. The only item the traditions called for was a flower crown made of lupine and moonflowers. Ronnie chose to wear a white skirt, ending just past her knees that hugged low around her waist, and a matching tube top. Barely anything in the chilled night air, but it didn’t matter. Not when her nerves were making her so jittery she felt warm and frozen all at the same time.

At the last, standing in front of the full-length mirror, Penny placed the flower crown on her head — the white and purple flowers stood out in stark contrast to her dark curls. As she looked herself over, she cradled her bump in one hand. Never before had she looked like a princess — a daughter of wolf kings. But she did now. This was her first, true moment as a Luna. The Moon Goddess on earth. A sign of fertility and strength within her pack. She could do this.

The clock in the hall struck midnight. It was time.

Ronnie took one last deep breath. That tight, anxious feeling in her chest remained, even as she thought over all her reassurances. But she would be with Jake soon. She always felt more confident when he was around.

“I’m ready.”

Javy paced around the front yard waiting to take her to the ritual’s location. He really was a beautiful wolf. Fur brindled and smooth, now painted red in streaks down his sides, haunches, and between his large golden eyes. He shook his head, great ears flopping, at the sight of her stepping down from the porch, trotting closer. The air was freezing, her breath fogged and her skin turned to gooseflesh almost instantly. But she could barely feel it. She padded barefoot across the grass, leaving Penny behind. Then, when Javy lowered his belly to the ground, Ronnie climbed on his back and grabbed fist fulls of his fur.

He stood back up, her knees tight on his sides and grip on his fur locked. Javy looked back over his shoulder at her once to confirm she was good to go. Ronnie nodded in return. And he took off at a gallop into the woods.

Ronnie pressed herself firmly against his back to hide against the wind and the rogue branches that would try to cut her. The air was biting cold, forcing tears to leak from her eyes as she buried her face in Javy’s fur. It was different than when she would ride on Jake’s back. The connection, that golden thread, was still there. But it wasn’t as strong. She didn’t feel one with Javy and she liked it that way.

The trees moved by in a blur of dark color, like soldiers in procession, watching their queen go by. That low-hanging fog off the mountain clung to the mossy ground. The full moon hung big and beautiful in the starry sky above. The world was silent, paused, except for the sounds of leaves rushing past and Javy’s growling breath.

Ronnie could have been riding on Javy’s back for hours or moments, she wasn’t sure. But it felt like an eternity and only a breath before they arrived in the proper clearing.

All of Red Sky was there, circled in wolf form and painted all in red, around a giant bonfire. There was a table filled with bowls of red paint and Ronnie could just make out in the orange light of the fire a great pile of furs placed just for her. Javy slowed to a stop with a growl, pawing at the soft earth. Ronnie lifted her head and a smile tugged at her lips. Relief and confidence flooded her veins.

Jake was still in human form. Taming the beast within that longed to change with the full moon. His chest and stomach were painted with a bold red pattern. He kept his face simple — opting for a line on his chin and across his cheekbones and nose. He looked calm, proud, as he helped her from Javy’s back.

Once he was free of his burden, the brindled wolfmoved to fill the gap in the circle at the edge of the clearing.

Jake pressed a kiss to her forehead, a low noise echoing in his chest, and she felt instilled with that confidence her mate always seemed to carry. He wrapped a large hand around the back of her neck, fingers tangled in the hair at her nape, and he gently forced her to look up at him. The breath was stolen from her lungs. He looked otherworldly in the firelight. His beard freshly trimmed, hair pushed back, eyes glowing red as blood as he fought against the change the full moon brought.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered over the roar of the flames.

And she felt it.

With that hand still gentle on the back of her neck, he led her over to one side of the fire — where the furs were placed. She could see it before they even arrived. The great, giant paws, the grey fur. A wolf. Freshly sacrificed just for this night.

Once in her place, standing on the pile of furs, Jake knelt down and shoved one clawed hand beneath the wolf’s ribs. He searched for a moment, then he yanked out a massive piece of raw muscle. Drenched in blood. The wolves around them whined and yipped in anxious excitement.

The heart.

He rose and held it out to Ronnie. She took it without a hint of hesitation. She had to hold the heart in both hands. The blood instantly began to pour between her fingers, down her arms, and drip onto her feet. Jake could say nothing more to her. No words of encouragement or kind phrases. It was all up to her now. He turned and went around to the opposite side of the fire where a great stone waited for him. He took a seat, legs spread and elbows on his thighs. She could still see him through the dancing flames, his gaze intense and powerful.

Jake nodded his head. It was time.

The ritual had begun.

She was a daughter of wolf kings.

Ronnie looked down at the heart in her hands. It was still warm. A fresh kill. She remembered talking to her mother about this. Sitting with her unfinished book on her knees and holding out her tape recorder in case she missed anything in her frantic note-taking. Her mother had laughed and she got it on tape. She told her daughter that she got the heart down in five bites. Looking down at an actual one now, Ronnie had to scoff. That was easy for her to say — she was a Beta long before she arrived at her Plena Luna Corda. She had sharp fangs and strength to get her through. All Ronnie had was desperation and Jake’s encouraging face from across the fire.

She had to do this. She could do this.

Jake’s eyes told her so. Red and intense through the flames. If she looked at him, only him, that was all she could feel. Confident, capable, whole, filled with a pride earned and humble. She didn’t break eye contact as she sunk her teeth into the meaty flesh of the heart.

Red Sky howled and yapped softly as she began.

The meat was tough, but her teeth could get through. She ripped the first bite free and began to chew, her eyes never leaving Jake. The taste was…Appalling. Akin to chicken but she didn’t even really know. All she could taste was animal blood and something vaguely meaty. It made her stomach turn instantly. She wretched just as she swallowed and the bite lept back onto her tongue. A noise of protest slipped between her closed lips as she looked down at the rest of the heart in her hands. It somehow looked like it had gotten bigger since the last time she looked at it. There was so much of it. This was only the first bite. How could she ever possibly get through it all?

Then, that bite still laying heavy in her mouth, she looked back at Jake.

Jake.

His gaze was empowering, intense — she nearly wanted to look away. His breaths were even, shoulders rising and falling at a soothing pace. He had his elbows pushed down to his knees, fingers threaded together loosely as he leaned as close as he could get to her. She could nearly hear him talking in her head.

Come on, little one. You got this. Don’t stop. You’re doing so good.

She swallowed hard with an audible gulp — and a smirk ticked up the corner of his mouth.

The next few bites went smoothly. Though achingly slow. Her jaw was beginning to hurt from chewing the tough meat. But she knew she had no chance of swallowing any of this whole. At the fifth bite, nearly halfway through, her stomach betrayed her again. What she already swallowed rose in her throat and she groaned — one bloodied hand shooting up to keep her mouth shut. Across the fire, Jake sat up a bit straighter, his every muscle poised like he was about to leap into the crackling flames. With a grimace, she forced it all back down her gullet.

That was when the tears came. Ronnie didn’t even know she had begun to cry until she tasted the salt on her lips. Her throat ached from the bile, her stomach churned. And there was a fear now. Visceral and constant no matter how hard she tried to fight it. Push it down. Focus only on Jake and his pride and his confidence. A shaking breath tumbled out of her mouth. There was still so much left. Something ugly curled around her heart now. Like tentacles or knotted vines — something meant to cling and drag down to the very depths of some unknown darkness.

What if she couldn’t do it? What if she became the very thing that she sought to prevent? Just another pain for Red Sky, another bad omen. What if she let Jake down?

Ronnie looked up at him from across the bonfire. His expression hadn’t changed. Still hard, still calm, still unrelenting in its pride. She could even still hear him, like a whisper at the back of her mind. Just a bit more, little one, you can do it. But it was so hard. Her stomach roiled, screamed at her to get it all out and find some relief. She brought the heart back up to her lips and took another bite. More tears slipped out.

Looking out at the wolves that surrounded the clearing, that watched her every move with eyes like shining gold coins, she wished there were some familiar forms among them. Some furry, time-worn faces that she knew like the back of her hand. Red Sky was trying, trying to encourage in the ways that they could. Barking and stamping at her and howling quietly. But it wasn’t the same. She wished her mother was there. She wished her father was there.

She wished Bradley was there. Or Pete, or Bob, or Natasha. The pack that raised her. That made her into the woman, the Luna, that now stood across the fire from her mate trying to do the impossible.

Swallowing that bite, she took another and was able to work through it quickly. Bile at the back of her throat threatened to ruin everything. Acid burning her tongue and forcing hot drool to accumulate in her mouth. Ronnie pushed it all down with a soft cry.

Only two more bites left. One if she tried.

It wasn’t just her poor stomach telling her to stop now. It was everything inside her. To just give up. Her hands, now painted completely in blood, trembled as she readjusted her grip on what remained of the heart. She couldn’t even look up at Jake. Convinced of the disappointment and anguish she would find there. She wasn’t cut out for this. She wasn’t a werewolf, she wasn’t a Luna, she was just some normal girl trying desperately to cling to something she was never meant to have.

The pack began to growl menacingly, their hackles raised as they turned west. Leaves rustled and twigs snapped. Ronnie looked to the source of the noise, fearing that something had now come to attack at one of the pack’s most vulnerable moments. Jake too was on high alert, stood from his seat with his teeth bared — barely restrained from circling the fire to tuck Ronnie away.

But all the agitation seemed to die away when it was revealed just who was coming into their circle.

“Pete,” Ronnie whispered when the wolf stepped into her view, just beyond Jake’s shoulder.

She would recognize his wolf form anywhere. Jet black and speckled with grey in the face and chest. She had ridden on his back when she was a child. She had patted his great face with her tiny hands. She had cried into his fur. But now, now he stood alone amongst a pack that only a few months ago was prepared to rip his throat out. Now, he stood with blue paint smeared into his fur like it was done last second.

He came.

Then, on Jake’s other side, a larger wolf appeared — the growls of Red Sky picked up. There were scars on this wolf’s face, painted blue and the coat was a deep chocolate brown. His eyes glowed red in the light of the fire.

“Bradley,” she wept.

He came. He really came. And if he was here, then the rest of the pack wasn’t far behind. And they did come, filling in the gaps between the Red Sky wolves with their blue-painted fur.

Ronnie looked to Jake with a hopeful smile, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Please let them stay. Jake looked at her for a moment, then his gaze fell on his pack and he nodded. Red Sky instantly calmed down at his signal. But they remained restless, shifting quietly and keeping a weary eye on the other wolves. Jake slowly sat back down on the stone, all his focus back on his mate.

Her family was there. Her pack was there. Jake was there. She was a daughter of wolf kings. She was a Luna, the Moon Goddess incarnate.

Ronnie could do this.

She shoved the remaining chunk of flesh into her mouth and chewed.

Jake looked like he was about to jump into the fire. Every muscle pulled taut, like a coil under too much pressure. His red eyes shone and were full of power as he watched his Luna eat. And at the last, when it felt soft enough, Ronnie swallowed — all of it. Her hands empty. Everyone watched on bated breath as she swayed on her feet, one hand cradling her belly, fighting against her body to keep everything down. Then she gulped with an audible gasp…

And she knew it was finished.

Every wolf in the clearing howled up at the moon that cursed and blessed them — Red Sky and Blue River. The pup was going to be strong and healthy, the pack was blessed for it.

But all Ronnie could focus on was Jake. Proud and steady as he came around the fire to her. A smile quirked the corner of his mouth, his hand dripping with fresh red paint. She wanted to collapse into him, let him be her strength now. But she needed to remain resolute, standing proud as she reunited with her Alpha and her mate. As he claimed their unborn pup for Red Sky. Ronnie gasped at the cold, wet feeling when he pressed his red-dripping hand into her belly.

“My little Luna,” he spoke in awe.

The howls only grew louder, more consistent, as Jake knelt before her and wrapped his arms around the tops of her thighs. Then he lifted her into the air for every wolf to see. From each pack. This was his mate, his Luna, his love, his queen. Ronnie smiled, happy tears falling down her cheeks now, with her hands in his golden hair. His gaze was locked on her as he walked her around the fire once, twice — the moon shining down on them and wolves from both packs howling in harmony for the first time in centuries.

When Jake finally set Ronnie back on solid ground, the wolves around the clearing dispersed. Ready to go on their full moon hunt, to fulfill the desire that had been gnawing at them since the moon rose that night. After a moment of pounding feet and calling howls, the clearing was silent. Leaving the Alpha and his Luna with a moment of peace, as was tradition.

Jake held Ronnie’s face in his painted and bloodied hands, tucked her hair behind her ears as he pulled her flush against him. “You did so good for me, little one.”

“Yeah?” she questioned quietly, reaching up and gripping his wrists in a loose hold.

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, eyes flicking over the state of her bloodied face. “My little Luna. My moon and stars.”

Ronnie nodded as her eyes slipped shut, leaning into his firm touch, leaning into his strength. Her fingers slipped from his wrists to touch her bump lightly. Jake pulled her ever closer, breathing in deep as one of his hands cradled the back of her neck — fingers threaded through her hair.

Then she whispered, so soft it would have disappeared on the wind to anyone else, “I don’t think the pup likes wolf’s heart.”

Jake laughed. One of those deep rumbles that moved his entire body that Ronnie loved. She released her own quiet chuckle as Jake dropped down on one knee before her, her waist in his broad hands.

“Good thing you only do this once, then, huh?” he looked up at her, his expression soft and full of a powerful sort of love.

And his gaze dropped to her belly with that same expression. That same soft yet powerful love, that same reverence and awe, as he pressed tender kisses into her flesh. Ronnie sighed, her head thrown back towards the sky, as she threaded her fingers back into his hair.

“I was so worried,” she confessed, hands trailing over his neck as her mate got back to his feet.

Jake’s thumb traced over her blood-stained lips, pulled the bottom one down as he dragged the digit down her chin and the column of her throat — where the red paint used to be but was now hidden in blood.

“I never doubted you for a second,” he replied and it made fresh tears blur her vision.

His kiss was gentle yet commanding as it always was. Soft but powerful. Only now, at this moment, when their kiss tasted like blood and paint and release — there was a certain hunger and pride that rippled in the way he tugged her against him. In the way he urged her lips to part so his tongue could slip inside.

“Jake,” she panted softly when they parted, an echo of the need that pulsed through her now.

That need for his strength. His reassurance. His love.

“I know,” he breathed, almost a growl, as he leaned his forehead heavily against her own. “But we can’t…It’s already getting harder to control.”

Ronnie nodded in understanding. It was a night of the full moon. Jake had already been resisting the beast within for hours now. It was surely clawing at his insides, howling to be released. He was stronger as an Alpha, able to put it off, but if he went any longer it would drive him insane. And he wouldn’t take the risk of hurting Ronnie or the pup. He just wouldn’t.

So they stood in the clearing for a few more moments. Content to hold and be held. Content to sink into this new feeling now that the Plena Luna Corda was over. Now that there was some assurance from the goddess above that their babe was going to be healthy, that things were finally going to be looking up for Red Sky.

“I love you,” Ronnie whispered.

“I love you, too.” Jake pressed his lips into her hair. “With all of me. With everything.”

“You should go,” she said, hands smoothing over his bare chest.

He needed to join the hunt, join his pack, lead. He needed to succumb to the curse so he wouldn’t be driven mad when the night was through. Jake gave her one final kiss, soft and full of strength, before he reluctantly pulled away from her.

“I’ll be back by morning,” he said as he backed away, giving himself some space.

“We’ll be waiting for you.” Ronnie smiled with a hand on her belly.

Jake grinned with an unbelieving shake of his head. Then he gave in to the curse. His body was overcome by fur and powerful muscle. In an instant, he was in wolf form. Massive, with his dark gold fur glinting in the firelight. Red paint still visible on his face and chest.

Lowering himself down to the forest floor, Ronnie pulled herself onto his back. Their connection strong and golden as he carried her off into the woods. Back to their cabin. He left her on the porch. Pressing his large, furry head into her middle one last time, Ronnie smiled as she held his massive face in her hands.

Then he ran off to join his pack.

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iliketopgun · 15 days

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I need names so I can make OCs for Jake's sisters

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thegoldfishkid13 · 7 months

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Character list/ Master list Requests are Open!!

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Twilight

Jasper hale

Transformed- x human reader <3^

Gone x human reader<3^

Granted x human reader<3^

Carlisle Cullen

Alice Cullen

Staying the night with you x human reader <3

Rosalie Hale

Red Eyes *

Top gun

Rooster/Bradley Bradshaw

Hangman/Jake Serein

Phoenix/Natasha Trace

Maverick/Pete Mitchell

Iceman/ Tom Kazansky

Maverick and Iceman

Revenge 2 3 4 ^

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Pony boy Curtis

Bathroom Hideout <3

Sodapop Curtis

Wrong person <3

Snow Date <3

Girls Gone Wild- Modern AU

Dallas Winston

The show <3

Harry Potter

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Regulus Black

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vivalas-vega · 1 year

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real friends / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part two

hiiiii -- I’m back with these two new pals. I’m really loving their dynamic :) please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist for this!

real friends / jake ‘hangman’ serein x reader / part two

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warnings: language, jake being a shameless flirt, thats about it

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“I wouldn’t go for that shot if I were you,” you taunted, sipping your beer as you watched Hangman line up his shot at the pool table. Hunched over with his arms flexed he flitted his eyes up to yours, taking the shot anyways without breaking contact. Your eyes trailed away, watching the trajectory of the ball as it slid into the pocket.

“If you want to distract me, Gopher, you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.”

“Gopher?”

“You know, gopher snakes… look dangerous but are all talk no bite,” he smirked, watching as you surveyed the table, looking for your best option. You rolled your eyes and focused on the game, clearing all of your remaining shots and smirking at him as you lined yourself up. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him lean against the table, muscles tensing as he braced himself against the wood, watching you with a heavy gaze and you pretended not to notice as you sank the eight ball.

“What a pity…” you tutted, “I’ll take a spicy margarita, thank you.” You waved him off to the bar with his tail between his legs after his second loss of the night.

“You two seem awfully chummy tonight,” Rooster said, approaching you with an unreadable expression.

“Is that so?” you hummed.

“Expected some raised voices at some point, maybe even some peanuts thrown in his direction.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” you shrugged.

“I take it your conversation with him the other night went well?” he prodded.

“And what would you know about that, Roo?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. You knew it was only partly Hangman’s idea to show up at your house just a few nights prior.

“Hmm? Oh nothing,” he sipped his beer.

“If you must know, yes it did go well. He was actually quite genuine, we’ve decided to try and be real friends.”

“Does this mean no more screaming matches in the hangar?”

“I can’t make such lofty promises,” you replied, taking your drink from the pilot in question with a smile.

“Had Penny make it extra spicy, just how you like it.” You took a sip and smiled again, wondering when he had picked up how you liked your drinks made.

“Wanna go again or have you had enough shame for the evening?” you asked with a slight smirk.

“You’ve tired me out, darlin’,” he slid into the booth of a nearby table and you followed, Rooster deciding to occupy himself over at the dartboard.

“Two rounds is all you’ve got in you? No wonder I see so many angry glances thrown your way in here,” you teased and he kicked your foot underneath the table.

“Watch it, Cobra.” His tone was serious but his eyes were all mischief and you chuckled as you took another drink.

“No, that’s good to know, affirms my theory that your God complex is a mere overcompensation.” You held his eyes and smirked as they grew darker.

“It’s almost as if you’re challenging me to prove you wrong.”

“I’d do no such thing, Bagman, it’s just so easy to rile you up.” Silence fell over you as you both wracked your brains for what to say next… neither one wanted to take the plunge into starting a real conversation, one not rooted in playful jabs or work related topics.

“So… how have you been?” he finally asked and you snorted.

“I’ve been well, Hangman, how are you?”

“Oh, you know…”

“I don’t.”

“I’ve also been well.” You fought back a laugh, if this was anyone else you might have felt awkward, might have gone for any excuse to scramble away but instead you just found it amusing.

“This is delightful conversation, I feel really stimulated right now.”

“Well, what would you like to talk about?” he shot back.

“Pick a topic,” you challenged.

“What’s your favorite color?” You let out a full laugh now, taking a large swig and finishing off your drink.

“Alright, this is painful and I need a change of scenery.” You stood, and made your way towards the door, smiling at the hurt expression on his face. “Well, are you coming?” He moved quickly, following you out the door as you began walking onto the beach and towards the water. “This is my favorite time of day out here,” you mused, taking in the way the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, darkening by the minute.

“Mine too,” he watched as you plopped down into the sand, your eyes gazing outwards with a hint of admiration. He carefully sat beside you, trying not to position himself too close.

“I grew up in a one-horse town, sometimes it’s still so crazy to me that this is the view from my local bar now.”

“Where at?” he asked.

“A little blip on the map about two hours from Austin.”

“You’re a Texas girl? How did I not know this about you?” He looked towards you now.

“Never had the chance,” you shrugged, “you quite enjoy dominating the conversation about our shared home state.” He looked back towards the ocean.

“Yeah, I do that, don’t I?”

“It’s kind of nice though… when you get really into it that little accent slips back in and it reminds me of home.”

“Did you stay home for college?”

You shook your head, “straight to the Naval Academy, I always knew I wanted to be a pilot and didn’t want to waste four years to get started. What about you, did you always know?”

“I think so, but I meandered a little bit… family business was a big deal and studied at UTD for a few years before throwing it all to the wind and joining the academy.”

“How’d your folks take it?” you asked, leaning back on your elbows.

“Disappointed at first, but in the end they weren’t surprised. They always knew it was a matter of time before I flew the coop.”

You nodded, “sometimes my mom still tries to convince me I can do literally anything else, like moving back home and settling down. I think I’ve shaved a few years off her life with how much she worries.”

“Same,” he chuckled, “before each deployment mine begs me to just come home.”

“I’ve stopped telling mine when I deploy, she sends herself into a tizzy each time. We now communicate just as often as I would when I’m gone and my dad says it’s better for her that way.”

“Do you ever miss them?”

“Sometimes… It's rough being the outlier of the family. My sister married her high school sweetheart and is a dutiful stay-at-home mom to their three kids. My brother owns the local hardware store and has a brood of his own. The small town life works for them, makes them happy but it makes my skin crawl to think about, I love them but it’s easier being so far away. They just don’t quite get what I do or why I would ever want this life.” You’d both moved to lay down now, elbows brushing as you watched the stars begin to appear in the inky sky.

“I get it, my sisters call me crazy every time we talk. They can’t fathom why I’d ever want to risk my life to fly around in scary looking death traps every day… meanwhile I can’t fathom a life doing anything else.”

“It really does choose you, doesn’t it? The rest of the world thinks we’re insane, while we find it insane to be doing anything else. I’ll never forget my first award banquet, my mom cried for hours afterwards,” you chuckled, thinking back to the memory.

“Why is that?”

“We were standing with an admiral who’d had maybe one too many whiskeys and he let some details of the mission slip, they were meant to be high praise but it terrified her.”

He laughed, “well, to be fair, her daughter is one of the scariest people in the Navy.”

“She doesn’t need to know that,” you hummed.

“If you weren’t a pilot, what would you be?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to look at you as your fingers absentmindedly drew patterns in the sand by your side.

“When I was in high school, just before I applied for the Navy I briefly considered enlisting in the Army and trying to be a combat medic,” you replied.

“So, something just as dangerous and stress-inducing?” he joked.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “I guess I thrive best in high tension environments.”

“Well, it suits you. If I had to pick someone to be in a dogfight with it’d be you, no contest.”

“Why is that?” you asked, turning to meet his gaze.

“You’re fast, faster than Maverick… not just in the way you fly but in the way you think. I know you earned your callsign based on the actual snake, but I like to believe it’s actually because you follow Cobra Kai rules in the sky.”

“I know it’s my moniker but I’m really offended you associate my name with that dojo.”

“With your general disposition you would one hundred percent be a part of Cobra Kai.”

“I’m only tough on people who deserve it, unlike Johnny Lawrence.”

“So I deserve your bullying?” he asked, feigning hurt.

“You’re lucky all I do is bully you, strutting around with that ego of yours it’s like you’re just begging for me to knock you down a peg.” you teased, and he shoved your shoulder playfully.

“I could say the same about you, Cobra Kai.”

“This is my least favorite nickname for my nickname,” you sighed, but unable to fight off a smile.

“It’s better than the ones you give me,” he retorted.

“Okay, if you read into it, Ken Doll is actually a compliment.”

“Except you only use it to essentially call me an airhead,” he protested and you laughed.

“Well…” He shoved you again and you let out a loud laugh.

“Hurtful and untrue.”

“It’s a little true,” you giggled, fighting back. “It’s not your fault the universe went a little heavy on the looks and a little light on the brains when making you.”

“So what you’re saying right now is you think I’m attractive?”

“Instant regret. The second it left my mouth I knew it was a mistake,” you said, pulling away from him and rolling onto your back.

“You can admit it, I see those little looks over your shades when we play dogfight football,” you looked over to see him wiggling his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes.

“No more than you ogle at me.”

“Difference is I have no problem admitting I find you utterly irresistible, if you can look past your generally sour mood,” his eyes trailed your form and you were suddenly acutely aware of the way your sundress was fluttering in the breeze, maybe exposing a little more of your thighs than you’d originally intended, your hand coming down to smooth over the fabric.

“Are you flirting with me right now?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Am I flirting with you?”

“That is what I asked, is it not?” Somewhere between the talks of your families and the playful banter you two had moved closer, your faces not as far apart as they once were and you tried to keep your breathing even as his eyes flicked between yours and your lips.

“I just found the question a little amusing.”

“Why is that, Seresin?” you asked, voice coming out in a whisper.

“Of course I am, I think I’d be an idiot not to.”

“And you don’t think this is a little bold of you considering the fact that we’re barely even friends?”

“I think it was a little bold of you to bring me down onto the beach to watch the sunset and stargaze while talking about family and Karate Kid… seems a little romantic to me.”

“Well, I apologize that I gave you the wrong impression.” you said, holding eye contact and he wasn’t deterred in the slightest.

“That’s alright, darlin’, I’m patient.” He sat up suddenly, and you followed him without a second thought. He extended his hand to you and pulled you off the sand, and you found it a little hard to swallow with how close you two were, his hand still in yours, chests brushing.

“You’ll be waiting quite a long time then, cowboy, because it’s never going to happen.” You walked side by side, making your way up to the beach and to the parking lot where he accompanied you to your car, opening the door but keeping an arm in front of it to prevent you from getting in.

“I think you’ll find as we continue to build this friendship that I’m quite irresistible myself,” he said with a smirk.

“There’s the Hangman I know and loathe,” you said, pushing past him and moving to get into your car.

“Text me when you get home, yeah?” he asked, voice softening as he watched you sink into the seat. When you nodded he closed the car door, giving you a little wave before you drove off and you tried to shake off the warm feeling in your chest. As you navigated the familiar roads, slipping into autopilot, you convinced yourself there wasn’t any weight to the words he’d said, it was just Hangman being Hangman, finding it impossible to not flirt with anyone that had a pulse. This thought comforted you all the way until you fell into bed, not sending him anything more than an emoji of a house and a thumbs up, allowing sleep to tug at the corners of your mind and deciding you’d pay his flirtations no mind. Just as you almost drifted off into a cozy slumber, you jolted awake as the image of Hangman beneath the moonlight, gazing into your eyes clouded your mind.

“Fucking Seresin,” you groaned.

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#Jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x you #hangman #hangman x reader #Hangman x Y/N #hangman x you #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction

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bobgasm · 5 months

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gun for hire ⦾ teaser

It was exhausting work, but it was necessary. His connection in Oslo was a man by the name of Coyote. Jake didn’t know much more about him, other than that he had connections in LA. He thought about reaching out and finally becoming Jake Serein again. It was a fleeting thought, but sounding more desirable by the day. He was almost 30 now and had more money than he knew what to do with.

Jake also didn’t know what he’d do to pass the time.

It wasn’t until one day when he was hired for another job that he met someone in the same profession as him. His name was Rooster, which Jake had laughed at, but he couldn’t talk. His name was Hangman, after all.

Rooster had his own MO. He’d been hired to take out the same target as Hangman. Neither man had been able to make the first move on the target, because the other was always there. At first, Jake had thought the guy in the Hawaiian shirt with the tacky moustache was an undercover cop.

Jake had the bright idea to reach out to this Rooster fellow through the back channels. He wanted to hire him for a meeting about a potential client. Rooster had told Jake that he was currently indisposed on another job, but that he’d be available for a one on one within the week. He’d encountered a slight problem he was working on handling.

Jake could charm the paint off a wall on a good day, and soon learnt that Rooster might’ve encountered an undercover Fed. Jake had assumed Rooster was the Fed, but now it seemed that Rooster thought Jake was the Fed. Jake had laughed on the phone before uttering his famous question, “Do you want to play a game, Rooster?”

“Hangman,” Rooster had replied with a laugh of his own. “You’re different than I imagined you.”

“Taller or prettier?” Jake had replied.

“More arrogant,” Rooster had said. “I’ll meet you where we first saw each other at noon.”

Jake had shown up right on time and found Rooster already waiting. He’d sat down in front of the moustached man with the horrible Hawaiian shirt and neither man spoke at first. Silently taking each other in.

“So,” Rooster said. “You thirsty? I just ordered a beer.”

“Sure,” Jake replied.

When it was sat in front of Rooster, he asked for another, “one for my friend, thank you.”

“Is that what we are? Friends?” Jake asked once the waiter left.

“There’s no friends in our line of work, only associates. Connections,” Rooster replied. “Friends was easier to explain without explaining anything.”

Jake chuckled softly. “Friends it is,” he said simply. “Call me Jake.”

“Call me Bradley.”

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin fanfiction #mob!au #jake hangman seresin fanfic

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blue-aconite · 6 months

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There Will Be Blood - A Top Gun Maverick Mafia!AU

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x OC, Jake Seresin x OC

Summary: Ava Castello always knew she was going to end up marrying Bradley Bradshaw. She knew it from the moment she overheard her parents fighting in the kitchen at 3am when she was 10 years old. After that it had been set in stone and honestly, it wasn’t that bad.

Bradley was easy on the eyes and despite the ruthless name he’d made from himself as Nick’s heir, he was always kind and polite whenever he and Ava were in the same shared space. She could think of cruller men to be betrothed to.

She knew that their marriage would be a way for her family to get out of the debt the owed the Bradshaw family and she was fine with paying the price. She’d be safe and looked after as Bradley’s wife.

But after a whirlwind of a night, Ava ends up at the Seresin estate, the last place she should be at. The shared hatred between the Bradshaw’s and Serein’s is no secret and their constant fight for control over the city has taken many lives and years.

After Jake saves her life that night, Ava knows she owes him a debt. And that debt might come with too high a price.

The Girl in the Creek - A Top Gun Maverick AU

Pairing: Jake Seresin x ?

Summary: Sheriff Manfred Johnson gets the call at 7am on a Sunday morning. A jogger has found a body in the woods, out by the creek. So much for his quiet morning.

It's no secret that the creek is a popular hangout for the town's teenagers. After interviewing several witnesses, who aren't much help, the sheriff department rules the incident as accidental drowning. To placate the distraught family, the creek is closed to the public to avoid further accidents.

The newspapers name the case "The Girl in the Creek" and it sticks.

Everyone says that his sister drowned, that she was drunk and fell into the creek and the people around her were too drunk to help. Everyone says it was an accident.

But Jake knows something else happened that night. He just knows it.

25 years after his sister's death, Jake decides to find out what really happened that night. He's a detective now, he's got more solved cases on the force than anyone else.

With the help of friends and family, Jake is determined to find out the truth. There's so many unanswered questions. And the most intriguing one of all, what really happened to the girl in the creek?

In The Deep - A Top Gun Maverick Mermaid!AU

Pairing: Jake Seresin x reader

Summary: Everyone knew the stories. During the summers, it was all your town thrived on. The local legends brought a swarm of tourists each season, all of them searching for what you believed to be absolute bullshit.

Vessels overturned in the middle of a calm day, sailors abandoning post and jumping into the water for unexplainable reasons. A faint song in the evening breeze, heard by only those meant to. Beautiful yet terrifying creatures roaming the deepest parts of the ocean. Sharp fangs and enchanting eyes, shimmering tails and a deadly song.

Those were the stories your grandfather and father had fed you your entire life. But growing up in a coastal town with parents who all but worked on a boat all day long, you know better. You’ve never even seen anything remotely close to a resemblance of the creature, so you don’t understand how the legends fascinate anyone.

“Don’t stare at your reflection for too long, ma cherie. Or the creatures might lure you into the water, never to be seen again.” That was your grandfather’s warning each time you went out on the ocean. You’ve always scoffed and ignored it but this time it feels different. This time, his warning stays with you as you watch the clouds roll in and the waves grow bolder. What if there’s really something down there? And if there is, what is it?

Sharpest Blade, Gentle Breeze - A Top Gun Maverick Hunger Games!AU

Pairing: Jake Seresin x reader

Summary: After winning the 79th Hunger Games, your life changed completely. The Capitol loved you. The people loved you. You’re the first tribute in years from District 1 that didn’t volunteer to enter the games.

With the 80th games looming on the horizon, President Simpson decides that the tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors from each district.

Thrown into a war with deadly consequences, you’re not sure who to trust. You’re paired up with victors deemed as the best of the best, forming an unlikely alliance.

While on the outside of the arena, an uprising is brewing, your mentor doing whatever he can to make sure you make it back home. To him.

Swords and Smoke - A Top Gun Maverick Royal AU

Pairing: Jake Seresin x OC

Summary: King Nicholas II and his wife Queen Carol were blessed with not one but two strong and healthy boys born within the year from each other.

Bradley came first, a true winter child, born to follow in his father's footsteps and ascend the throne when the time was right. A true heir to his father's kingdom.

Then there was Jacob, who was happy to be second in line. None of the heavy responsibilities on his shoulder, happy to be an advisor to his older brother. He knew he one day would have to shoulder being the right hand man during his brother's rule but it never bothered him.

When their parents arrange for Bradley to wed the Princess of one of their allied kingdoms, Bradley is devastated. While he knows his duty, he's deeply in love with one of his mother's handmaidens, Natasha.

Jacob decides to help his brother out, and offers himself to take Bradley's place. He's not the heir, but being the second born of the most powerful king in the South is quite the feat. Surely it would be enough.

Jake soon realises he’s thrown into more than just an arranged marriage, suddenly caught in a deadly spiral with an outcome no one is ready for.

#fe writes #upcoming projects #fic: there will be blood #fic: in the deep #fic: the girl in the creek #fic: sharpest blade gentle breeze #jake seresin x oc #bradley bradshaw x oc #jake seresin x reader #hangman x oc #rooster x oc #hangman x reader #fic: swords and smoke

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hxneyhxrts · 2 years

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Sun Bleached || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (part 10)

Part 9

note: here it is guys, second to last part. i hope we can still be friends by the time you guys finish reading this lmao

warnings: explicit language (what else is new?)

I Know the End

‘You’ll always be my girl.’

Gwyn felt sick. Too warm and too confined in her own skin to think. Several times throughout the night, she had found herself slumped over the toilet, dry heaving and shaking.

She had made it worse. Not only had she walked out on him after he told her he loved her, God he loved her, but she hadn’t allowed herself to say it back to him when it mattered the most.

Because she wanted to say it back.

She loved him.

God, she loved him.

Gwyn had scolded herself beyond belief after their closet rendezvous. Pride and arrogance had leashed her so tightly that she had let him walk away from her without knowing just how badly she ached for him. For allowing him to spend even a moment thinking that she could ever feel anything but completely and foolishly in love with him.

Loving Jake Serein was an easy breeze filtering in through the window on a hot August evening. It was fresh flowers on the kitchen table that held their radiance even when they began to wilt. It was the exhaustion that came after a day spent in the sun, and the way your cheek stuck to the pillows upon waking up.

Loving Jake Seresin was everything she had never allowed herself to have, but everything she had always wanted. She wanted him to love her and to love him right back. She wanted him.

Not just Jake. She wanted all of him. She wanted Hangman, and all of his crude remarks and teasing smiles. She wanted Lieutenant Seresin, who took himself too seriously sometimes, but always came back down when it mattered most. She wanted all of it, anything he was willing to give her. Any way that he would have her. And if he woke up tomorrow and decided he no longer felt the same, she could accept that too. So long as she had him, in whatever way that meant.

Nausea had swept over her at the realization that she would do damn near anything for him, that he had crept into her life and filled in every empty space she had available. He had made a home for himself in her heart, and she worried she’d always feel this way.

“You have to talk to him,” Alec had insisted when she’d told him.

She would. She planned to. She just needed time to swallow the raw emotion that came with loving Jake Seresin.

When Monday morning rolled around, she decided she still wasn’t ready. Allowing herself to accept that, she dressed for work and dragged herself to base. No, she wouldn’t talk to him today. He deserved all of her, and she couldn’t give that to him when she was sweeping up the pieces of herself that had fractured after her weekend. Not today, then.

‘You’ll always be my girl.’

She hoped he meant it.

She barely acknowledged the various people loitering around the base, giving them all a wide berth and only pausing for the occasional “good morning”. Gwyn knew she was only biding her time until she had to see him, see how his eyes hollowed whenever he looked at her and saw the woman who had left him out to dry, so she took her time making her way to the hangar.

Bradshaw found her somewhere around her second loop through a loop of hallways that she pretended to be lost in, greeting her with a chipper smile and a small wave around the disposable coffee cup in his grasp. “Mornin’,” he offered.

She smiled at him, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Rooster knew. Jake had said as much during their supply closet meeting. She opened her mouth to speak before snapping it shut again. This wasn’t the day for her to talk these feelings out, she reminded herself. Bradley glanced at her sidelong.

“You know,” he began, lowering his voice as they passed a group huddled near the bathrooms, “Hangman’s been acting a little different lately.”

She swallowed. Today would be the day, then. “Has he?” she tried, playing up the nonchalance she most definitely did not feel.

Bradshaw hummed as he took a sip from his coffee. “He has.” Another glance. “So have you.”

She felt embarrassed, the same way she had felt when Alec walked in on her changing during their first week of Top Gun. Vulnerable and exposed, naked for anyone to see and without time to cover herself.

“I have to talk to him,” she confessed, voice hoarse. This aching feeling wasn’t going to go away unless she did. Could she ever go back to the way things were before him? When life was quiet and unexciting and without the technicolor he brought along with him, but at least it was guaranteed and predictable. She always knew the end, no matter the beginning. Gwyn wondered if she even wanted that life again, the days before Jake, when simplicity seemed almost poisonous. Would she go back if she had the chance?

She knew the answer. And she would always choose him.

“You do,” Rooster cut through her train of thought. “Just not today.”

Her steps faltered at the words.

“He gave you time,” Bradley continued, not accusingly, but firm nonetheless. “Now he needs time.”

“But I-” she tried to interject, but Rooster waved a hand, cutting her off with a smile.

“Don’t tell me,” and it wasn’t commanding, couldn’t be the way it came out around his soft grin. “Those words aren’t for me. But no matter, give him a chance to process what he’s feeling. For me?” He laughed. “Don’t tell him I said this, but the guy’s starting to grow on me, and I just want him to get his head screwed on straight before he has the chance to mess this up further.”

Gwyn let out a wet laugh at that, brushing back the moisture in her eyes discreetly. She nodded. “Okay.”

He punched her shoulder that felt very Alec. “Atta girl. Let’s get to work before they send out a search party.”

Time. She would give him the same consideration he had granted her when she needed it. She could at least offer him that.

After all, if he was to be believed, they’d have all the time in the world.

‘You’ll always be my girl.’

She sure hoped so.

—-------

Jake squirmed in his chair, pointedly trying not to look at the young woman sat right across the aisle from him.

She had walked in with Rooster, laughing about whatever slipped past his stupidly mustached lips, tying his insides in knots and driving him further into madness.

‘I’ll get over it,’ he told himself.

‘Not a chance,’ his brain shot back.

—————-

Monday passed without incident.

So did Tuesday.

Wednesday is when everything fell apart, her world collapsing in on itself.

True to her word, Gwyn didn’t try to approach Jake no matter how badly she wanted to. She’d give him time.

Bradshaw had been surprisingly supportive through the whole thing, subtle thumbs up and words of encouragement throughout the day that Alec had picked up on and whined about endlessly.

“Wait, since when do you share stuff with Bradshaw?” he demanded after Rooster had clapped her on the shoulder to pull her away from staring at Jake’s arms in his flight suit.

She snorted. “What does it matter?”

“What does it matter?” He was nearly pouting. “I thought I was your hot, handsome pilot who you brought all your emotional nonsense to.”

Gwyn threw her head back with a cackle that echoed around them. “Nonsense, huh? Maybe that’s the reason I prefer Bradley.”

“You’re on a first name basis now, too?” Alec moaned dramatically, making a show of his fake anguish and tearing more giggles out of her.

“Only when we’re getting hot and heavy and really diving into all my ‘nonsense’,” she teased as she wiggled her eyebrows. Alec scoffed, but the sound had no bite when he finished it off with a smile.

“Does he-“

“Guys!”

Gwyn and Alec whirled around at Phoenix’s shout. The female pilot was sprinting at them full speed, boots pounding against the cement and echoing.

“Radar picked up something coming in from the North West. We gotta go. Now,” she yelled over her shoulder as she shoved past them.

Panic rose in Gwyn’s chest. This was it. This was the culmination of all of their hard work. This was the mission they had called her out for. There would be no talking to Jake today or mulling over her feelings.

‘It could be nothing,’ she tried to calm her anxieties.

She prayed it was nothing.

———

It wasn’t nothing.

“Rev, talk to me!” she pleaded to her RIO. They had run head first into conflict with three unmarked planes, newer and faster than their F-18s, and found themselves directly in the line of fire as soon as they were close enough to run through gun lock. She had lost sight of the rest of her team, one of the unmarked aircrafts corralling her further North.

“They’re on our ass, you need to lose them!” Alec shouted, panic crackling down the radio along with his voice.

This was bad. This was so bad. This was the real deal, something no amount of dogfight practice could ever prepare them for.

“I’m trying!” She wanted to cry. They were miles away from the rest of the group, too far to call in support quickly enough to save their ass. She wondered if they were okay, if any of them had gotten struck and if they would be going home with one less crew member.

Her stomach dropped at the thought.

“Smoke in the air!” Alec roared.

Acting without thought, Gwyn dropped her plane well below what Jake would’ve outlined as their hard deck.

Jake.

God, was Jake even okay?

Her stomach flipped as the ground rose up to meet them before she jerked them hard enough to the side to send them spinning before leveling out. It didn’t matter, though. Not when the other pilot was just as crafty, if not more so, than she was. Within moments, the other plane was behind her wing once more, forcing her to swing her craft back and forth in a wild scissor motion to keep him from locking her. Her brain was slowing as exhaustion crept in and replaced the adrenaline surge that had claimed her upon first boarding the plane. They had been at this for what felt like hours and her resolve was slowly crumbling with every close call she just barely managed to slip out of.

How many more close calls could she afford?

“One plane down,” Jake’s stern voice rang through the comms and she released a small relieved sigh at the sound of it. He was okay.

For now.

“I’m on the other. Payback, cover my wing,” came Phoenix’s reply.

Gwyn wanted to bask in the joy of knowing they were okay, that they were holding their own (of course they were), but the anxious grip she had on her controls kept her from celebrating too early.

“Where are the twins?” Jake called, voice nervous. “Rev, Cheek, do you copy?”

“We’ve got a plane on our ass, and we’re not shaking him anytime soon,” Alec winced, head swiveling wildly as he tried to keep track of the plane quickly closing in on them.

Her hands were shaking. “I can't lose him,” and as she said it, her voice cracked and the tears she had been fighting pushed harder against her eyelids.

It would be one thing if it had just been her. She could accept that. But Alec was in her backseat, the same Alec who would follow her to the end of the Earth and trusted her to always get him home.

She wondered if she’d be able to do just that when it came down to it.

“Where are you baby?” Jake’s voice was rough, but she could tell he was trying to be gentle. “I need coordinates, come on.”

Alec rattled them off for her, followed by a quick confirmation from the green-eyed pilot. Her mind eased, but only for a moment before an alarm sounded through the cockpit.

They were in gun lock.

Gwyn pulled up on the controls until the nose of her plane was nearly perpendicular to the landscape beneath them. Alec cursed and she heard the distinct sound of his helmet smacking against the back of his seat.

They were so fucked.

As the sun crept out from behind the cloud cover, and temporarily blinded her, an onslaught of thoughts threw themselves at her.

She hasn’t talked to Mo in a week. She had forgotten to call her dad yesterday. She was supposed to go to her little sister's sweet 16 in a few weeks, had already scheduled time off for it. Her and Phoenix had lunch plans this weekend.

She swallowed back the cry that threatened to tear out of her, but still her mind spiraled.

What about Alec? He was an only child. His mom’s pride and joy, something she shared with anyone who would listen. Alec, who had always treated her as an equal and held her hand when she felt less than. Alec who had just worked up the nerve to ask out the pretty blonde on base. Alec, who had stayed up on the phone for hours telling his dad about the mission they had landed straight out of Top Gun. Alec, who she hadn’t spent more than a weekend apart from since they met.

Alec, who might not see his 25th birthday.

A broken sob pushed its way past her lips before she could stop it. “Jake, where are you?”

“I’m coming, baby. I’m on my way.”

There were orders shouted down the line, but she tuned them out as a hulking shadow raced up behind her. “He’s on us again!” Alec cried out, and God, was this how it ended?

“I can’t see you, baby, you gotta talk to me,” Jake edged past her terror, voice nearing desperate.

“We tried to lose him in the sun, but he followed us right up. We’re stuck up here with him,” and Alec sounded completely lost as he said it.

They were out of moves. They were out of answers. They couldn’t get behind him quickly enough and he wasn’t going to let them close enough to even try it.

“Baby, I'm gonna need you to drop down here. I'm gonna get below him while Rooster squeezes behind and we’re gonna knock this guy out, okay? But I need you to trust me. Can you do that?” His voice was a final gift from the universe, she thought, one last reprieve before life ran its course and grounded her permanently.

Her fingers trembled so hard she thought they might break. She wanted to answer, but her voice was trapped in her throat.

“Talk to me, baby. Can you do that for me?”

She nodded, despite knowing he couldn’t see her. “Yeah,” she croaked weakly. “Yeah I can do that.”

“That’s my girl,” Jake coaxed, making her want to cry even more. Would she ever get to be that? “Alright let’s do this-“

“Smoke in the air!”

Gwyn had barely registered Alec’s words before the plane jerked and shuttered, a blaring ringing through her head and making it pound.

They’d been hit.

She wrestled with the controls, to no avail. The plane nose dipped forward until it was facing straight down.

‘This is it,’ she thought helplessly. She had always known the end from the beginning, but nothing could have prepared her for this.

“Mayday, mayday. This is Canadee and Shaw, and we have been hit,” she cried in a panic.

“I’m coming,” Jake shouted, a note of uncertainty lingering on his tongue. “Bradshaw, stay on my wing.”

It didn’t matter. Alec was scrambling to keep an eye on the plane behind them as she fumbled for control just out of her reach. “We’re putting off smoke,” Alec warned, something she already knew but somehow hearing it out loud made it more concrete.

They were plummeting towards the ground and no amount of wishing or crying out or praying was going to change that. She had failed Alec, she had failed her team, she had failed this mission and she was going to pay for it with her life.

“Eject!” Jake roared, voice sharp and clearer than she had ever heard it.

“Alec,” she wheezed as her head spun, the rapid descent making her dizzy. “I’m going to try to level us out, and then you’re gonna pull at the handle next to your head. Watch the canopy.” For Alec, she could do this. She could get them steady enough to get him out.

“Not without you,” he gasped out, breath sounding too short and too rushed and fuck, the ground was getting too close. “Can’t let you have all the glory, right?”

She choked out a laugh through the few tears spilling down her cheeks. “Goddamn you, Shaw.”

“On three,” he countered. She scrambled to get them as level as she could, nodding her head to settle her nerves and clear the spinning that blurred her vision.

“One,” she began.

They would do this. They would get out of this.

“Two,” Alec bit back, the strain of the flight evident in the way his tone wavered.

“We’re closing in guys, just a few more seconds,” Jake promised.

“Three,” Gwyn ordered, wincing as the canopy flew open and flailed for the handle behind her head. With the last ounce of strength she could muster, she pulled at the yellow cord and held her breath.

Nothing happened.

With a panicked gasp, she yanked once more and still, she found herself rooted in the cockpit, the canopy now open and exposing her to the wild wind ripping at her.

“Eject, Gwyn!” Alec’s shout pierced through her skull as it ran down the radio. Her hands were shaking again and she wailed, loud and unabashed as she continued to tug at the eject handle.

“I can’t!”

“Baby, get out of there,” Jake warned, an edge in his voice that she couldn’t place.

Despite everything she had worked for, she found her only regret was never forcing herself to tell Jake just how deeply and terribly she loved him. That he would never know how tormented she was by the way his eyes lit up when he talked about flying. Or how she wished she could spend the rest of her days groveling for his attention if it meant she would get it. He would never know that she needed him like she needed air, and that she wished they’d been given more time.

Gwyn continued to pull at the chord, and slowly leaned into the acceptance that they wouldn’t have that time, not now at least. But maybe in another life, under different circumstances.

Still, she selfishly wished fate had been kinder to them in this lifetime.

The reality of the job she had been faced with since she first announced she would be pursuing aviation was now staring her dead in the eye. Her brother had been right, this was never gonna end well, and she could’ve laughed at the mental image of him telling her “I told you so”.

“Hangman, watch out-”

The sharp groan of metal on metal blocked out Rooster’s voice, as well as the spine jolting crash that sent her body slamming into the side of the cockpit. Jake’s shout sounded before the smell of smoke filled her nostrils. She had collided into something, not the ground thankfully, but something heavy and metal and strong. Strong enough to send her spiraling.

Her stomach churned.

Another plane.

The force of the impact had her pulling on the handle once more, only to steady herself against the hard air slamming into her, and found the cord finally giving away and sending her barreling out of the cockpit.

“I’m out,” she rasped just as Bradshaw shouted, “Seresin, eject!”

Gwyn tried to call out for him, but her head spun wildly, only stopping when her vision spotted and faded.

Part 11

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Red Death

You and Natasha, Phoenix, grew up next door to each other but only when you went to school then naval training did you become friends. Since then you have both made a name for yourselves. Characters – Phoenix, Reader, Hangman, Bob. Word Count – 5.2k (I think this might be my biggest fic yet)

‘Nat.’ You called out, your friend turned as her eyes searched for you before they pinpointed on you. She excused herself from the group of men she was talking with, they nodded before they focused on you. ‘What are you doing here?’ She asked whilst pulling you in for a quick hug. ‘Maverick messaged me.’ You informed her, both her eyebrows were quick to shot up. ‘Him personally?’ She quizzed, you nodded. ‘Yes ma’am.’ You commented, she pursed her lips. ‘Oh we must be in trouble.’ ‘Probably.’ You nudged her hip with yours, ‘I better get going he wants a meeting before hand.’ ‘Sure, I’ll see you later.’ Nat said, you nodded and you both gave each other a mock salute. ‘Who was that?’ Payback asked when Natasha arrived back. ‘That’s was Red Death.’ Natasha said, Bob looked up at her. ‘Red Death? The Red Death?’ Bob asked, Natasha nodded as she took in his shocked look. ‘You know her?’ He asked, Natasha nodded again. ‘She was a year ahead of me, but we became friends.’ She explained. ‘You love whipped or something Bob?’ Hangman asked, Bob shook his head. ‘No, I mean she’s the best at what she does.’ ‘We all are.’ Hangman commented, Bob shook his head. ‘No, she’s better than Maverick.’ ‘Come on, that’s impossible.’ Both Hangman and Rooster stated. ‘Wasn’t that long ago the pair of your thought that.’ Phoenix said, she gestured between Rooster and Hangman.

‘So where is the Red Death we’ve been hearing about?’ Payback asked, Maverick walked to the front of the classroom. ‘Red Death to range control, entering point Alpha, confirm.’ You voice came through the radio, they all lifted their heads and looked at the board. ‘She’ll be showing you how to do the mission.’ Maverick informed the class, Phoenix smiled and leaned back in her seat to get comfortable. ‘Why not you sir?’ Fanboy asked, Maverick smiled. ‘Red Death is the best at this, she’s done it three times before.’ He said, Natasha looked over her shoulder to give Hangman and Rooster a knowing smile. ‘Confirm.’ ‘Set time to two minutes fifteen seconds.’ You told them. ‘Two fifteen, that’s impossible.’ Payback said, Phoenix smiled widely and leaned back into her seat. The team continued to watch the jet icon swipe through the virtual mountains. As your time started when you passed through the marker, everyone sat in silence. Occasional glances were spared to other team members but they focussed back on you. The room grew tense as you came up to the climb, the flat before allowed you to gain speed. ‘Popping.’ ‘Three, two, one.’ Your jet suddenly climbed and cleared the top of the mountains. ‘You dropped down the other side, you nose aimed at the ground, Phoenix sat forward in he seat as they now watched you try and lock onto the larger. ‘Bombs away.’ You grunted out. They watched you climb again, hearing groaned come from you as your fought against the g-force. As the timer hit eight seconds, a few people stood up, Maverick and Simpson shared a look. The pair turned back and watched as you surpassed nine G’s. You’re heavy breathing was heard but the missiles connected wit the target. The timer stopped. ‘Bullseye.’ Fanboy exclaimed. ‘Holy shit.’ Bob said, Phoenix smiled up at him as he looked down. Maverick and Simpson watched as you levelled the jet out, your breathing had evened out and you were slowing down. ‘What was the time left?’ You questioned, as you focussed on the information before you as you landed safely. ‘Five seconds.’ Maverick informed you, you smiled widely and fist pumped the air, ‘Oh yeah baby.’ You cheered, ‘Seems like you’ve got a new record to bet Mav.’ You replied, he chuckled on the other end. ‘Head back home.’ ‘Yes sir.’ You said, and focused on coming back.

Hangman stopped in his tracks as he caught you walking over to Maverick just outside the base, your jet had been parked up where there was a few mechanics that walked around to check that everything was okay. He watched as you chucked the helmet and Maverick caught it with ease. You stripped as much as you could before you undid the zip to the flight suit, you dropped it down to your hips and wrapped it tightly. He took in the plain black t-shirt you sported underneath it, nothing different to anyone else but he couldn’t break his stare away from you. ‘You still coming to Hard Deck?’ Phoenix asked, he jumped slightly before he looked down to her. ‘Yeah.’ He said, hoping she would leave so he wasn’t caught watching you. ‘You know you could go and talk to her, she doesn’t bite.’ Phoenix commented, then tilted her head to the side, ‘At least not until you’ve asked.’ She added, his green eyes snapped back to your approaching form. ‘What do you want?’ He asked. ‘Making sure your still coming, we’ve got a rematch remember.’ She said as she elbowed his ribs, he nodded and twirled the toothpick around his mouth. ‘I’ll be there to bet you.’ He commented before he turned and walked away. You glanced at his retreating form as you pulled open the door, Phoenix smiled widely. ‘I had to pick the boys jaws off the floors.’ She commented, you chuckled. ‘I’ll have to meet them tomorrow.’ You said, she nodded before she tilted her head to the side. ‘Or you can come down to Hard Deck, have a beer with them.’ She suggested, you arched an eyebrow. ‘I’ll see, I need to meet with Admiral Simpson.’ You said, her face fell, ‘but maybe I’ll nip in after I’ve had a shower if it doesn’t take too long.’ You added, she smiled and nodded. ‘I’ll buy you a drink.’ She said, you nodded as you fist bumped her and walked opposite directions.

‘You look pleased.’ Phoenix said as she appeared at your side just as you thanked Penny and lifted your water up. ‘We’ll I’ve been asked to stay for a while.’ You told her, she smiled widely and you high fived each other. ‘Come on, I want to introduce you to the group.’ She wrapped her fingers around your wrist. ‘Oh so I get to meet the infamous squad?’ You quizzed, she nodded and let go of your wrist to drape her arm over your shoulders, pulling you in. ‘Guys I want to formally introduce you to Y/N, she’s going to be sticking around base for a week or two.’ Phoenix introduced you to the group of pilots you. ‘Pleasure to meet you all.’ You said, tipping your glass towards them. ‘Like wise.’ ‘Oh Y/N this is Bob, the eyes on the back of my head.’ Phoenix introduced you to the quiet man you had heard a lot about. He pushed his glass up his nose and smiled. ‘Nice to meet you.’ ‘If you don’t mind me asking, why such a short stay?’ Rooster asked. ‘You saw her flying.’ Bob said, Kuching on the sunflower seeds. ‘I’m more of a specialised one man show, I appear when people need help then disappear.’ You explained, they nodded before you heard a groan from Phoenix. ‘Well, well look at the beauty that decided to walk in.’ The tall smiling blonde said, his green eyes looked you up and down. You knew who he was instantly thanks to her letters and calls of annoyance about him. ‘Ah so this is the Bagman you were telling me about?’ You quizzed, looking to your side at Phoenix smiled widely and nodded. ‘You got it.’ She said, you turned back to him and looks him up and down in return as he chewed on the toothpick. ‘It’s Hangman.’ He corrected you, you arched your eyebrow. ‘Handsome and cocky just like you described.’ You said, Phoenix nodded ‘You talk about me?’ He asked his gaze moved to Phoenix, you titled your head to side. ‘Only when you appear in her nightmares.’ You retorted, a few of the group stood shocked as they tried to figure out Hangman’s reaction. ‘Still don’t know your name sweetheart.’ He said, pretending he hadn’t been watching you when ever you were in his line of sight. ‘Pretty sure you do since I’m the talk of the base.’ You replied, lifting your glass to your mouth, the cool liquid covered your lips. ‘But since your ego has taken over, it’s Red Death.’ You said, the group laughed as you and Hangman held eye contact that you didn’t back down from. ‘Major Y/L/N.’ The voice called and you straightened, everyone stopped what they were doing and you turned to the man, you stomach flipped when you saw the folder. ‘That’s me.’ You said, setting your glass down. You walked over to him and took the file out his hand, he straightened and held his hands behind his back. You flipped the file open and read the printed information, your jaw clenched as you looked at him. ‘When did this come in?’ You asked him, still scanning the information. ‘Ten minutes ago Major.’ He said, you shook your head. ‘Is there a time set?’ You asked him. ‘Tomorrow at sunrise.’ He said, you briefly closed your eyes and nodded. ‘Understood, you can go.’ You said, he nodded and saluted you before you returned it and watched him leave. You looked back down at the folder, the dozen pages suddenly felt like an encyclopaedia. You rolled it up and hit your palm before you to took a deep breath and stood taller. ‘Everything okay?’ Phoenix asked, you tucked the file underneath your arm and looked at her. ‘I need to leave.’ You told her, her brows dipped. ‘Y/N.’ She cautiously said and looked at the folder underneath your arm. ‘I’m good,’ you forced a smile, ‘just been called on a case.’ You stated, her face dropped. ‘Anything about us?’ Rooster asked, you looked over Phoenix’s shoulder and shook your head. ‘No, just me.’ ‘I’ll see you on the flip side.’ You mock saluted them before you turned and walked away, sending Penny a wave before you stepped outside. ‘You don’t seem confident about her ability to do this job.’ Payback commented, Phoenix shook her head. ‘I am confident about her.’ Phoenix admitted, before she sighed. ‘But it’s a suicide mission she’s been sent on.’ She informed the group, their jaws dropped and brows furrowed. ‘How do you know that?’ Hangman asked. ‘Red Death, five times was handed to death on a silver platter and five times she’s escaped death.’ Phoenix said, she tapped her nail against the side of her bottle, ‘Everyone thinks that death is scared of her.’ ‘It sounds like it.’ Bob said, Phoenix nodded. ‘It might be, but how many times can you escape it?’ Phoenix questioned.

- Picking your helmet up, you slid your fingers over the decals. The stickers of the red skulls on either side, ones you had earned pretty quickly throughout flight school, exhaling you leaned backwards. Your back rested against the metal lockers, your knee bounced up and down, going over the plan in your head again. A knock at the door sounded and the heavy boots entered the room. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.’ Hangman said, you cracked open an eye before you shut it again. ‘You’re not.’ You spoke up, you both fell into silence again as you recited the mission. You opened your eyes with a sigh and leaned forward, the flight suit was tight around your shoulders. Hangman moved from the door and sat across from you, your knees nearly touched as you focussed on your boots. ‘Is Phoenix right?’ He asked, you lifted your gaze to him, meeting the glistening green eyes. ‘About what?’ You asked. ‘That it’s a suicide mission.’ He said, you scoffed and sat up as you nodded. ‘Is she ever wrong?’ You asked him, he shook his head. ‘Are you allowed to say where?’ He quizzed, you shook your head. ‘No can do.’ ‘How long have you been a major?’ He asked. ‘Five years now, five long years.’ You sighed, he looked you apologetically as his lips thinned. ‘When did you first come Top Gun?’ He quizzed, you closed an eye as you tilted your head back. ‘Seven years ago, the year before Nat and you all came.’ ‘We never saw you.’ He said, you nodded. ‘I was put on missions like this one pretty quickly.’ You explained, he pursed his lips and nodded but the small watch beeped on your wrist. ‘You have more questions on your mind.’ You pointed out, he nodded. ‘They can wait till your back.’ He said, you gave him a small smile. ‘I’ve got ten minutes before I leave, you can walk me.’ You informed him, not agreeing that you’d see him again but he nodded and waited for you to stand up. ‘Why don’t you tell people your a Major?’ He asked, you opened the door. ‘Why should I?’ You retorted. ‘Do you not want people to know that?’ Hangman quizzed, you looked up at him. ‘The people that need to know, know.’ You replied. ‘But it’d come with a lot of benefits.’ He stated, you pursed your lips and nodded. ‘Also a lot of downsides, especially from first year students that think they have a shot.’ You corrected him. ‘I learned when I received the title to keep it my own, plus seeing the look on peoples faces when they find out is still exciting.’ You commented, arching an eyebrow as you looked at him, a chuckle escaped his lips. ‘Now I want to ask you a question.’ You said, he nodded. ‘Go ahead buttercup.’ He said, you narrowed you eyes at the nickname. ‘Why are you lingering around the base before five? I know you aren’t called in till nine.’ You said, he shrugged his shoulders. ‘Maybe I wanted to see Red Death in action again.’ He stated.

- You climbed the steps and got into your seat, you made sure you were comfortable. You lifted the headphones and set them on your head, clicking everything into place. The window came down and the seal joined, locking you in the jet. ‘Red Death asking for lift off.’ Your voice came through the radio. Hangman was pretty sure he heard Phoenix hold her breath, selfishly hoping your flight gets cancelled and you aren’t flung into the danger zone. ‘Lift off granted.’ ‘Safe flights.’ Came through, Hangman saw you nodded your head. You lifted you left hand, curled your fingers but extended your pinky and thumb out as you shook them. You then turned round, flipped lifted you air up and flipped your visitor down before you speed off. Hangman watched your jet until you were invisible.

- ‘Mav?’ Phoenix asked, the older pilot looked distraught and her stomach dropped. ‘What’s happened?’ He looked at the others. ‘They can stay.’ She said, the group gathered around her, waiting. ‘We lost Red Death’s location and all communication with her.’ Maverick stated, Phoenix lowered her head and she lowered herself. ‘When?’ She asked. ‘This morning.’ He said. ‘Any rescue mission planned?’ Rooster asked, Maverick glanced at him over Phoenix’s shoulder. ‘How long until it’s announced?’ Phoenix asked, rolling her shoulders as the teams gaze landed on her back. ‘Between forty eight and seventy two.’ He said, Phoenix clenched her jaw and nodded. ‘Understood sir.’ She said. ‘I also believe that if Red Death fails to return you are the sole beneficiary, what belongs to her will be yours.’ He said, Phoenix clenched her jaw but nodded. ‘Yes sir, it’s what we discussed.’ She replied. ‘Very well.’ He said before he walked away, Phoenix’s shoulders slumped and she inhaled deeply. ‘Why aren’t you asking for a search party?’ Hangman quizzed, his hand clenched secretly behind his back. ‘She… Y/N doesn’t want anyone to search for her body if she goes MIA.’ Phoenix informed the group. ‘Why not?’ Fanboy asked, she lowered her head. ‘She recons the places before teams go in, if she’s MIA it means the place isn’t safe for anyone else.’ She explained.

- ‘We have an unidentified aircraft approaching.’ An officer said as they looked at the radar, the small dot moved quicker by the second. ‘This is Red Death, you’ll better move or you’ll get squished.’ You voice came through, Maverick lifted his head and looked at Simpson. ‘Red Death?’ Simpson asked. ‘The one and only.’ ‘I need permission to land before I crash sir.’ You grunted out. ‘Permission granted.’ He quickly said. ‘I better go tell Phoenix.’ Maverick said, Simpson nodded. ‘Tell the team Mav.’ He informed him.

- ‘What I’d do to get the welcome back party?’ You called out to the group, as the top of the beat up jet opened. ‘You gave us a heart attack.’ Natasha called, you carefully pulled yourself out the cockpit, your sore muscles, dislocated shoulder and more than likely broken ribs protested. ‘I did my job.’ ‘You good?’ She asked, looking you over. You forced a smile on before you nodded. ‘All good, I’m thinking Hard Deck in an hour, let me debrief them.’ You suggested, Natasha smiled and nodded. She hesitated in her spot but looked at Hangman, she gave you another nod before she walked away. As she turned she sent Hangman a look, he nodded his head and kept his arms clasped at his back. ‘Your back.’ Hangman greeted you, you exhaled heavily through your nose. ‘Oh yeah… escaped deaths grip once again.’ You held your semi good hand up, fingers extended like your call sign before you left. ‘But I need to get checked out before I celebrate.’ You stated, his eyes looked over you and took in the way you held your right arm at an odd angle and the cut that had been trickling blood down your face, that had dried on your way back. ‘Will you manage?’ He asked, you nodded and went to step before you stopped. ‘No.’ You corrected yourself, he quickly crossed to your side and delicately wrapped a hand around your ribs. ‘Not there.’ You hissed, you reached up and moved your hand down to your waist. ‘I’ve busted my ribs.’ You explained, his fingers dug hard enough into your hip to support you.

- ‘Don’t you have anyone that would worry about you? Husband? Boyfriend?’ Hangman asked, you tilted your head back to look at him. ‘Is this your way of asking me out, Seresin?’ You teased, he shook his head. ‘I would’ve fought them off.’ He said, you saw his cocky self again but as you laughed, it was quick to fad with your hiss of pain. ‘No, all by my own some.’ You informed him, you hunched over to the side to ease your pain. ‘We’ll I mean I do have Nat, but she’s understands.’ You told him. You tried to slid off the edge of the medical bed but the pain down to your side caused you to hiss. He was quickly in front of you, warm hands on your cold arms or rather arm since your left was in a sling. ‘You’re freezing.’ He stated, his hand carefully rubbed up and down your skin. ‘Well all my hoodies are back at the base.’ You informed him, his brows furrowed. ‘Can you shimmy forward?’ He asked, you nodded. You carefully moved forward, the thin sheet that covered the bed stuck to the underside of your legs, you had maybe moved forward an inch before Hangman stopped you. He leaned into you, the warmth was quick to spread over your front as he grabbed the blanket behind you. He was quick to drape washed out blue blanket over your shoulders. ‘What’s going on in that head of yours Seresin?’ You quizzed, seeing the odd emotion flicker around his eyes as you brought your good hand out to hold the blanket shut together. ‘I’m going to be honest here and I don’t want you to laugh or kick me in the balls.’ He said, you looked at him and your stomach flipped. ‘Okay.’ You agreed. ‘I like you.’ He said, his brows furrowed like he wasn’t so sure. ‘I like you too.’ You replied. ‘No, I think I might be falling in love with you.’ He admitted, and immediately regretted it when your entire body tensed up. ‘Stop.’ You quickly said, holding up your wrist that was only bruised. ‘Please don’t go any further.’ You begged him, he nodded. ‘I can’t let emotions get involved with this, I’m a dead man walking.’ You said, repeating the words your superiors used, his brows furrowed. ‘I signed a contract about seven years ago now, the higher ups, people in Washington noticed my skills and I signed my life away.’ You explained to him, your brows furrowed as you saw the hurt cross his face. ‘I am at their beck and call for whenever they need someone to do a dangerous recon that could be a suicide.’ You added. ‘I am glad I got to meet you Lieutenant Seresin, but this can unfortunately can’t go any further than friends.’ You gave him a small smile which he reluctantly returned. ‘Major Y/L/N.’ The deep voice came, you immediately sat up straighter ignoring the pain in your body as Hangman took a step back, glad to put some distance between the pair of you. ‘Yes sir.’ ‘Is now a good time to debrief?’ He asked, you glanced at Hangman before you nodded. ‘Yes sir.’ ‘I’ll speak to you later Lieutenant Seresin.’ You told him, he nodded and lifted his arm to salute you, you returned it.

- A chorus of cheers sounded when you walked through the doors, you plastered on a smile. ‘Glad your back in one piece.’ Penny said from behind the bar, you looked at her and smiled widely. ‘Wouldn’t have it any other way.’ You said. ‘Well enjoy your night.’ ‘Penny?’ You called out, she twisted to look over her shoulder. ‘Yeah.’ ‘If anyone buys me drinks, can you just make it a water? They’ve put me on painkillers.’ You explained, she smiled and nodded. ‘Of course.’ She replied, you gave a her a wide smile before you walked over to the group. Payback and Fanboy cheered again when they saw you, which widened your smile before greeted everyone. You made eye contact with Jake and nodded, he returned it before he turned back to Bob and stole the pool cue from his hands. You looked at Phoenix and smiled, she gave you a thumbs up and you nodded.

- ‘What’s the matter?’ Phoenix questioned, her brows furrowed as she lowered into the booth across from you. ‘Don’t tell me their sending you on another one.’ She sounded panicked, you quickly shook your head. ‘No.’ ‘Then why do you look like, I don’t know your worlds been flipped upside down?’ She quizzed, you rubbed your lips together. ‘They’ve offered me a teaching job.’ You admitted, telling her only a brief part of the conversation that you had a fortnight ago and had kept it quiet. ‘Oh, I thought you had a love hate relationship with the job.’ Phoenix said, trying to tease you but you didn’t react. ‘I do.’ You sighed. ‘Then why are you thinking about accepting it?’ She quizzed, you shook your head as you lowered it. ‘It was bad Natasha, I can’t even say anything because it’s confidential,’ you ran your hands over you face, glad that both of them were free now, ‘but both my engines were blown, I ejected but that got stuck then I, I, landed in the middle of combat Nat, I shouldn’t be alive.’ You finished, she was quick to move into the space next to you. ‘So what stopping you from taking the job?’ She asked, you shrugged your shoulders, she looked at you then the small clog clicked into the right place. ‘It’s not the job, is it?’ She asked. ‘It’s Hangman.’ Phoenix added, you shook your head. ‘No.’ You said but your eyes flickered to him as he teased Bob over something. ‘You are such a terrible liar.’ She commented, you scoffed. ‘Okay, yeah it is.’ You agreed with your friend. ‘Well spit it out.’ She encouraged you. ‘He wants to be in a relationship with me. He said he loved me two weeks ago.’ You told her, watching as her eyes widened. ‘And?’ She quizzed. ‘And I don’t want to put you out of place, you don’t like him.’ You quickly said, she let out a laugh and shook her head. ‘I do like him, I just don’t want to add to his ego.’ She admitted, your shoulders slumped. ‘But that isn’t it.’ She said, encouraging you to continue. ‘What happens if he doesn’t like me as much as he says? What if he just want a major in bed with him then he can brag about it.’ ‘What if six months down the line he realises that he doesn’t like me at all, only wanted to sleep with me because of the hype of my name or what if I’m called out on a mission, only I can do and I don’t return.’ You bent over, ‘I can’t let him mourn me, I can’t let him love me if that’s still an option.’ You finsihed, she tilted her head to the side. ‘I mean, I love you, you know I do but my heart wants to fill itself with his love.’ You explained, your hand subconsciously came up and rested against your chest. ‘God I sound cheesy.’ You commented, you both laughed as she nodded. ‘Maybe you should tell Hangman that, tell him the truth.’ Natasha encouraged you, you puffed your cheeks out and slowly exhaled. ‘As much as I hate to say he’s been smitten with you since you walked into the bar, there might also be a bet going that I could win.’ She told you honestly, you scoffed at the teams antics. ‘I hope if you win I get half.’ You joked. ‘Of course.’

- ‘Seresin.’ You called out, he lifted his head and looked at you. Surprised to see you still at the base. ‘Are you able to talk?’ You quizzed, he looked around and nodded. ‘For you any time.’ He commented, you gave small smile. You turned walked away, he was quick to fall into step beside you as guided the busy bar with ease, then pushed the door open and were meet with the slightly colder air, now that the sun had disappeared. ‘What’s up buttercup?’ He said, you couldn’t stop the corner of your lips curling up. ‘I’ve been offered a job.’ You informed him, his shoulders slumped. ‘Oh great, when do you leave?’ He asked, forcing a smile on, his green eyes focussed on you. ‘I don’t.’ You stated, his eyebrows shot up. ‘What?’ He quizzed. ‘I’ve been offered a position here, I’d be training recruits and helping them. Essentially what Mav did for you.’ You explained, he cautiously took a step closer to you. ‘Are you taking it?’ Hangman quizzed, you let your gaze move up and down him as you took in the beige uniform that he wore well. ‘I think so.’ You said. ‘You think so?’ He quizzed, you nodded. ‘I need to talk to you about your statement.’ You said, the cocky and arrogant Hangman was gone as his head dipped low. ‘I didn’t mean to put you out of place.’ He quickly said. ‘You didn’t, I mean, I don’t normally have men wanting to be my partner.’ You informed him, his brows almost furrowed together. ‘Your joking right?’ He quizzed, you shook your head. ‘Seresin, how many men do you see with woman who are in a higher position than them?’ You asked him. ‘I don’t care, baby you could commanded me to do anything.’ He replied, you pulled a disgusted face as his cheeks tinted red. ‘I need you to understand that, if we do this I don’t want to be a small fling, I want to spend my life with you.’ You said, taking his large hand in yours, ‘you also need to understand that if another mission comes up, in six months or in six years I will more than likely take it.’ You added, he nodded. ‘I’m not letting someone else become Red Death.’ You stated. ‘I understand.’ He replied. ‘Do you?’ You asked, ‘Yes, in understand that I’m in love with a badass, who’s the best pilot I’ve ever meet.’ He said, you smiled widely as he lifted your joined hands and kissed the back of your hand. ‘Jake?’ You asked, he froze and looked at you intently. ‘Say that again.’ He said. ‘What? Your name?’ You quizzed, he nodded. ‘You never say it, it’s always been Hangman or Seresin.’ He pointed out, you arched an eyebrow. ‘Alright, just don’t pop a tent on me.’ You warned him, holding both your hands up only to earn a glare from him. ‘I’m not some first year student.’ He commented, you let out a laugh before you gasped, your ribs were still a little sensitive. ‘Don’t make me laugh.’ You groaned. ‘Sorry.’ He apologised. ‘Jake.’ You said, his gaze landed on you and you wanted to curl away from it but you stood against it. ‘Yes, Y/N?’ He asked. ‘I think you should kiss me.’ You told him, you watched the cockiness appear again. ‘Yes ma’am.’ He mumbled before he leaned forward, his lips were soft compared to the strong grip as he cupped your cheeks. ‘Finally.’ You heard Natasha. ‘Pay up bitches.’ She added, before groans from the rest of the team followed as Jake pulled away from you. ‘What’s that about?’ Jake quizzed, you smiled as he turned back and rested his forehead against yours. ‘They had a bet on us.’ You informed him. ‘Do you know who won?’ Jake asked, you shrugged your shoulders. ‘I believe it was Phoenix, but if Phoenix gives me money it was definitely her.’ You said. ‘You’re getting money?’ He quizzed, you smiled widely and nodded. ‘Probably, I mean it will get me food for the week.’ You said, ‘Unless you want me to use it to take you on a date?’ You suggested, his gaze narrowed. ‘A date?’ He repeated, you nodded. ‘Yeah, you know the thing where two consenting adults go out together and might get lucky at the end of it.’ You informed him, he gave you a wicked smile. ‘Oft, I’ll need to pick out my dress and get my make up and nails done.’ He commented, you let out a laugh that was mixed with a snort, your hand came up to cover your mouth. ‘I think pink would suit you.’ You commented, he pulled away from you as he laughed. ‘Tell me the time and place and I’ll pick you up.’ He said, his face dropped into serious mode. ‘I’m meant to be paying for it.’ You stated. ‘You can buy breakfast in the morning.’ He replied, you arched an eyebrow. ‘Oh, you think you’re getting lucky?’ You quizzed, resting your free hand on your hip. ‘I thought you did, ain’t wasting any more time.’ He said, you smiled before you took his hand. ‘I’m free tonight.’ ‘We’ll look at that buttercup, so am I.’ He said.

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