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dragon-kazansky · 1 year

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Something Worth Protecting

Iceman x Dragon

Bodyguard AU

Dragon's popularity has grown tremendously, and as she takes off on tour, a security team has been hired to see it through. Leading that team is Tom Kazansky. He's the best in the business. He is here to do a job, but for the first time in his career, feelings are involved. He can't get too involved or he'll lose his job. Yet, ignoring what he desires is harder than it looks.

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Chapter Nine - Passions

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Rachael wakes up surrounded by warmth. A smile stretches across her face as she remembers exactly why she's so warm. His arms are still wrapped snugly around her.

Tom Kazansky. She was sharing her bed with him.

Rachael opens her eyes slowly and can't help how happy she is feeling. She feels as safe as she can possibly be in his arms.

In the morning light she can see some scars on his chest. Lightly, she traces them with her finger. How long has he been a bodyguard? What kind of things has he had to do to protect the people he is assigned to?

Rachael is so lost in thought that when a hand starts brushing through her hair she jumps. Tom chuckles.

"Good morning."

Rachael smiles and melts under his delicate touch.

"Morning," she whispers.

"How did you sleep?"

"Better than I thought. Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?" He asks, his voice soft. His fingers continue to mindlessly brush through her hair.

"For staying."

He smiles.

"Of course I was going to stay."

Tom reaches for her hand and holds it to his chest. The two stay silent and enjoy the company of the other.

"What am I supposed to do today? I've never been grounded before," Rachael says, tracing patterns along Tom's chest.

Tom chuckles softly. "What do you normally do with your free days?"

"Oh, that depends. If I'm with Jade, we go and terrorise the town. We are a menace to society."

Tom laughs.

"Ah yes, you strike me as a menace. I can see it in you. You and Jade are a dangerous combination."

Rachael laughs this time.

"If I'm on my own I write songs. Sometimes I knit or read a book. I like watching movies too!"

"How about we order breakfast to our room and start from there?" He asks.

Rachael smiles softly.

"Okay."

Tom gives Rachael a kiss on the forehead and gets up from the bed. Rachael bursts into laughter when she sees him. She had forgotten a about the towel he came to bed wearing, and now it was off. Tom covers himself quickly with the towel and rushes into the bathroom, grabbing his suit as he goes.

Rachael laughs loudly.

While Tom gets dressed, Rachael decides to dress herself. Tom enters the room again before she is fully dressed. Her bare back is facing toward him. He watches her in awe as she dresses.

Once she is clothed, she realises he has been watching. She smiles softly.

"So, breakfast?"

"Right..."

Tom snaps himself back into focus and picks up the room phone. He sends in a request for room service and sits down on the bed after.

"Your breakfast is on it's way," he smiles at her. Rachael chuckles.

"Thank you."

While she waits, she pulls out her notebook. This isn't the first time he has seen her with that book, but it's the first time he's seen her open it. He leans over and tries to take a peek, but Rachael is quick to catch on and covers the pages quickly.

"No one is allowed to see into this book!"

He smiles at her. "Why not?"

"It's private."

"Is it your diary?" He asks.

"No! It's my song book."

"Your song book?"

"Yes. Hermes wouldn't let me sing the songs I wrote when I was with him. I had to sing everything he gave me. Which was okay, but they weren't my words. I want people to hear my own thoughts and feelings."

The smile on his face is soft.

"I'm glad to hear that. You should express yourself in your own music."

"Do you like music?" She asks, wanting to know more about him.

"Yeah, a bit. I work a lot, so music in the car isn't so bad, but I don't really have time to listen to it for pleasure."

Rachael frowns. "That's sad. Do you not have any hobbies?"

"I, uh... I draw a bit."

"Oh!" She perks up. "What do you like to draw?"

"Anything. People, animals, buildings, shapes and colours that have no physical form but just look good."

"Expressive art," she smiles.

"Sure," he agrees. "I just don't have a whole lot of time these days."

"Why did you become a bodyguard?" She asks.

"My boss, Beau Simpson, knew my dad. Told him he could give me a job if I wanted it. At first I declined, but when my dad died I needed better money than the one my last job was giving me. So I went to Simpson and asked if the job was still open. He had saved it for me. Taught me everything I knew. My team has a reputation thanks to me. I'm the best in the business."

"Which is why Jade hired you."

He nods. "I'm going to look after you, Rachael. I swear by it."

She smiles softly.

"I know. I'm glad I have you."

Tom reaches out and tucks some of her hair behind her ear. She leans into his touch. As his hand returns to his lap, Rachael gets an idea. She goes to the back of her book and rip out a page. Tom furrows his brow at her as she holds it out to him.

"I want you to draw something. Can be anything! Whatever you feel."

Tom takes the paper and chuckles softly.

"Alright then."

A knock at the door interrupts their chat and Tom goes to answer it, putting the paper down for a while.

Rachael tucks her notebook away, her new song can wait. When Tom brings the breakfast in, her stomach rumbles.

The pair of them sit down and eat together, enjoying one another's company. As Tom cleans up after, Rachael returns to her book and starts to write some more. He watches as he comes back into the room. She looks so at home. At peace. She's doing what she loves, making music.

The paper she gave him catches his eye. He strolls over to it and and glances back at her. There is one thing he could draw for her.

Tom sits down opposite her and begins his sketching.

A whole hour passes before Rachael closes her book with a smile. Her hand rests on top of it as she gazes at it. Tom glances up in time to see the happy look on her face.

"Can I see?" He asks.

Rachael clutches the book to her chest and shakes her head. "No way! For my eyes only."

He chuckles softly. "Guess I won't show you what I drew then."

Rachael frowns. "Fine." There is no way he was going to read her song.

Tom tucks the drawing away out of sight.

Rachael pouts. It's cute.

"Why don't we go out and get coffee?" Tom suggests.

"I thought I was supposed to stay in my room?"

He smiles. "You'll be with me, you'll be safe."

Rachael smiles back softly and nods her head. She gets up and gets changed. By the times she's ready to go, Tom is waiting for her. The two head on out.

As long as she was with Tom, she was safe.

The two stay close together, so close in fact that at one point Tom places his arm around her to keep her near. She doesn't seem to mind so he keeps it there. He would even go as far as to say she likes it as he notices the pink colour of her cheeks.

He could stay like this forever with her.

They walk into a coffee shop and Tom places their order. They decide to take it to go so they can walk around outside.

While they wait for their order, someone walks past the shop. He wouldn't have stopped if he hadn't had seen her.

Hermes, for the first time since she left, spotted his angel and her bodyguard. He almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. She was as beautiful as he remembered her.

However, his eyes were drawn to the tall blond gentleman next to her. The two were far too close to one another for his liking. There was also the matter of Hermes knowing that the man was her bodyguard. This was too personal for a bodyguard job.

Tom leaned down to say something to Rachael and she laughed. Hermes glared daggers at the man.

He would get her back one way or another. Or she would never perform again.

Hermes moves from the window and pulls out his phone. It wouldn't take him long to find out who Kazansky worked for. His fate would play itself with one tiny phone call.

Then Dragon would be free for the taking.

Tom grabs their drinks and hands Rachael hers. The two leave the shop and head down the street. Rachael is telling him some funny stories about her and Jade. He's hanging onto every word.

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Jade is just getting ready to head out and see if she can think of something to help Rachael out. She had cancelled the next couple of shows and issued refunds to fans. To try and make up for the cancelled shows, Jade had offered money off their next tickets should they wish to try again next time.

Jade didn't want Dragon's fans to feel let down by the singer. However, Jade could hardly make it public that Rachael had been in an accident.

Just as she was heading out, someone comes barging down the hall.

"Wait!"

Jake Seresin comes to a quick stop and tries to catch his breath. Jade glares at the man and waits until he stands up straight before she smacks him across the face.

Jake is left in shock.

"You have some nerve!"

Jake holds the side of his face and looks at her with sad eyes. He deserved that. He knew as much that he did.

"I need to talk to you," he says.

Jade crosses her arms and glares harsher at him.

"Talk. You have 60 seconds."

"I'm sorry about the accident! I was sure her bodyguard saw me, and perhaps she would too. It was an accident. I was so worried about her I tried to look for her in the hospital, but by the time I was able to do that she had been dismissed."

Jade keeps her glare up. "She's fine, but it could have been so much worse."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Did Hermes put you up to it?" She asks.

"What? No... I... I was running an errand for him. He told me to go through town to get there faster... I didn't know she was even in the car."

Jade relaxes a little.

"No... you wouldn't have. Hermes might have though... if he knew when she had left the concert... Shit, what if you had been set up?"

"What? But how would he know? How could he guarantee I would crash into that car?"

"What were you doing before you crashed?"

"I was talking to Hermes on speaker phone. He said he had to leave quickly, he hung up. The phone fell from the cradle. I tried to pick it up."

"Then the crash... I think Hermes was watching."

"He wouldn't know the phone would fall," Jake said.

"Unless he called you while you were already driving and weren't prepared. Hermes is a clever bastard. Just saying."

Jake and Jade stare at one another.

Jade goes to say something else but her phone rings. She tells Jake to wait a second and answers her phone.

Jake watches as her expression changes quickly.

"I see. Yes, I'll call him in soon. Alright."

Jade hangs up.

"Who was it?"

"A Mr Beau Simpson. Kazansky's boss. He wants me to call Kazansky in for a meeting with him asap. I wonder what that is about."

Jake feels concerned. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Go home and pretend you didn't come to see me. Do what Hermes tells you. I'll contact you at some point."

"Right..."

Jake leaves. Jade stands in the hall and sighs softly. Something feels wrong.

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callmemana · 6 months

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Papa Mine:

Summary: This is a series of Drabbles about Iceman and Slider having soft!dad moments with their daughters Baylie & Raven Kazansky and Amanda Kerner as they watch them grow and become the beautiful and smart women they are now, just like their mothers!

Thank you @dragon-kazansky , @mrsjaderogers , @bayisdying , and @starlit-epiphany for helping! 💛💛

Key: smut -🍓|fluff -🌼|angst -🐂|personal fav -👓|

🍼:

Two Plus Signs = We’re Gonna Be Parents!|The Kazansky’s finding out their expecting 🐉🧊

Unexpectedly Excited|The Kerner’s finding out that their pregnant 🥃🍔

Officially Ours!|The Kazansky’s are home with a baby Raven 🐉🧊

Hear My Voice|Tom talking to utero Bay 🧊 (dad-miral’s version)

Remember Me|Ron talking to utero Mana 🍔 (sli-dad’s version)

Daughter Mine|Tom talking to 2 mo. old Ray 🧊 (dad- miral’s version)

Her Silver-green Eyes|Tom holding Bay for the first time 🧊 (dad-miral’s version)

Little Bundle of Chaos|Ron holding Mana for the first time 🍔 (sli-dad’s version)

Our Little Blessing|Tom holding Ray for the first time 🧊 (dad-miral’s version)

🧃:

The Howling Kerner’s|Beach Volleyball Game 📹

🧸:

Bloody Noses & Ice Cream|Bay & Ray fight for Mana’s sake. 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

Our Protector|Meeting Bradley 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

In Your Absence|Big Brother Bradley steps up when Ice & Slider are deployed 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

🚙:

Do Me a Favor, Kill Me| Jr.Prom Dress Shopping 📹

The Sparkle in Your Eye|Jr.Prom 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

Treat Her with the Respect She Deserves, Boys|Jr.Prom 🧊🍔 (dad’s version)

Absolutely Not!|Sr.Prom Dress Shopping 📹

Second Times the Charm|Sr.Prom 🧊🍔 (dads’ version)

Hey Ya Big Stud, Dance with Me or Lose Me Forever!|Sr.Prom 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

Never That Close|Meeting Jake 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

You’re Wayyyyyyy Outta His League!|Meeting Grace 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

You Kissed Him? Like on Purpose?| Best friend to Boyfriend (🍀 version)

Nepo Babies; UNITE!|Meeting Alana 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

Shots & Stims|First HS party 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

🎓:

All Grown Up|HS Graduation 📹

🪖:

Here’s Lookin’ at you Kid|Bootcamp Grad. (🪺 version)

💍:

Do Me the Honor?|Proposals (🐭 version)

From Ring Pops to Diamonds|Proposals (🍀 version)

Where Our Adventure Starts|Proposals (🪺 version)

You Have a Question for Me?|Proposals (🧊 version 1/2)

Glad You Asked, My Answer is Still No|Proposals (🍔 version)

Tell Me Why|Proposals (🧊 version 2/2)

🛟:

Lead Me to Your Heart|Naval Award Ceremony/Ball 📹

Birdie’s Basket 🧺: @dragon-kazansky @whiskeyswriting @bayisdying @faerieroyal

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whiskeyswriting · 7 months

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Love Online and in The Air - Part 1

{A Slider x Whiskey AU} | { Slider x Whiskey Masterlist }

There was nothing Jade enjoyed more than sleepy cuddles with little Grace on Saturday mornings. Today was no exception. Although, eventually they would have to get up to go to the Air Show.

Grace had recently started showing an interest in the Blue Angels. Jade didn’t blame her. The maneuvers were something amazing. Maybe in another life she could have been a Naval aviator.

Jade gets up without waking Grace and goes to brush her teeth and wash her face. Once ready, she heads to the kitchen to start making some coffee. As the coffee is brewing, she starts preparing Grace’s breakfast.

Jade then goes to wake up Grace so they can change. “Wake up princess. We’re going to the air show today.” Grace burrows deeper into the blankets. “We’re going to have ice cream and cake for breakfast.”

Grace sits up immediately but the sleep is still written in her face. “I wuv ice cweam cake… But I wuv you more mama,” she says as she lifts her arms up to be picked up.

Jade happily obliges and snuggles Grace. “Did you want to wear your blue or olive overalls?”

“Mmm. Bue. Like the Bue Angels.”

“Alright. Here’s your clothes little lady,” Jade tells Grace and she starts getting ready herself.

Although Grace was still young, Jade knew she liked having her own small measure of independence when it came to dressing. There were still times Grace needed help, but more often than not, she would do a wonderful job getting herself dressed.

“Okay. I ready mama,” Grace says coming out. “Oh no!”

“What happened princess?”

“I don’t have my purse!”

“You can borrow mine. The clear one with daisies.”

“Mmm. Otay!”

Jade picks up Grace just to hug her before they have breakfast. “I love you so much my princess.”

Grace squeezes Jade’s cheeks. “I lob you too, mama.”

Jade laughs at Grace squeezing her cheeks. “You like doing that, don’t you?”

Grace just nods and giggles.

The two of them finish their breakfast and eventually make their way to the air show. Immediately, they are overwhelmed by how many people are there. Jade makes sure to keep a tight hold on Grace as they move with the crowd. Grace points to an empty spot on a nearby small hill where they can sit and watch the air show.

Once they’re seated, Grace sips her water and turns to Jade. “Mama… Why don’t I have a papa?”

Jade was surprised at the sudden question. “Why do you ask?”

“‘Cuz I wanna know. Some of my pre-k fwiends say I never had a papa or that I’m a robot.”

Jade’s heart breaks for her little girl. “Come here sweetheart,” she says gesturing for Grace to sit closer. “You do have a papa. I wanted him to be part of your life… But…” Jade stops and sighs, wondering how she’ll tell Grace the truth without hurting her.

She looked out to the crowd for a moment before looking back at Grace. “He was scared and not ready to be a dad. He still is.”

“Oh… But I not scawy…” Grace reasons.

Jade chuckles. “Oh baby. You’re the most perfect little girl I could call mine.”

Unaware to them, another pair of ears was listening. The little girl ran to her own parents who were getting ready to be in the air show.

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southern-stark · 1 year

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The Domino Triplets

Happy May the 4th, everyone!

Here’s something a little different than my usual OC posts.

It’s an AU that’s been stuck in my head for the longest time where Hevy managed to survive Rishi, and became an ARC trooper alongside Echo & Fives! (Hevy deserved so much better than what he got and no one will change my mind about that)

It comes with a lot of prepackaged angst (99s death, what happens to Echo in the Citadel Arc, UMBARA, what happens to Fives, finding Echo, Siege of Mandalore, etc), as well as a lot of chaos with Hevy being part of the 501st and getting involved in Anakin & Ahsoka’s battle plans.

[Artwork done by Contextualthor on Instagram]

#star wars #star wars art #star wars fanart #digital art #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #arc trooper hevy #clone trooper hevy #tcw hevy #hevy survives AU #hevy deserved better #star wars the bad batch #star wars the clone wars #this AU is filled to the brim with chaos and angst #domino squad

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sarahsmi13s · 9 months

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CONGRATS VINNY! 400 is huge!

Can I please request angst/hurt-comfort #6 “shut up, you're not dying today. not on my watch” with Jake please 🥺

cass! i'm so sorry it took so long to get to this... i got a little carried away with this one, but i hope you like it!

you're not dying, not today || pt 1

pairing: jake seresin x reader warnings: angst, language, house fire, death and elusions to death, life saving, medical equipment, most likely some inaccuracies, let me know if i missed any word count: ~3.4k a/n: this is a firefighter au, heavily inspired by 9-1-1. this will have a part two because i didn't want it to be too long prompt: “shut up, you're not dying today. not on my watch”

It had started off a very simple morning.

You woke up, worked out, had your coffee on the walk back to your apartment, and now you were getting ready for work.

After throwing on your leggings and firehouse t-shirt, you are ready to head out the door.

“Let’s do this.”

You walked into the fire station, greeting the B shift as they left and you went to get dressed and punch in.

“Good morning firefighter Seresin,” you greeted the blond as he came in behind you. “Goood mornin’ firefighter L/N,” he responded with an upbeat tone.

You chuckled, amused at your best friend, “Someone is cheery this morning.”

He nodded as you both started to change, “I am. I had a great night's sleep. And I am ready to save some lives.”

You grinned as you buttoned your shirt up, loving the energy he brought to work every day.

Granted, at first you two didn’t get along at all. He was a cocky recruit coming in from Texas, and you just had this chip on your shoulder that wouldn’t let you like him.

But he wasn’t mean, there wasn’t much to hate honestly. Yeah sure, he could be cocky. But what firefighter isn’t from time to time?

You felt threatened? You guess that’s the right label to put on it.

He came in, all buff and chin up. Confidence dripped from him.

And everyone liked him.

You felt replaceable because you were coming in off a minor injury to see this new guy, this probie, becoming friends with everyone. Becoming friends with your friends, with your family.

So yeah, you felt threatened and insecure. Making a complete ass out of yourself for a first impression.

But you learned he had a daughter, seeing the photo on his phone one day on your way to a call. And that seemed to shake some sense into.

So that next morning as you were both leaving, you caught him and apologized for reacting the way you had, explaining why you felt that way but it didn’t excuse your behavior. You wanted to start over and show him you weren’t really a bitch.

He took the apology with understanding and sympathy, graciously accepting your offer to start over.

And the friendship blossomed from there, just past a year being friends. Coming up on seven months of wanting it to be more.

You tugged your uniform pants up, smiling at him, “I’d be concerned if you weren’t.” Jake just chuckled and shook his head, lightly shoving your shoulder before sitting down to put his boots on.

“Layla enjoying the summer so far?” You asked as you secured your belt.

He nodded, “Oh yeah, she is thriving. Spending a lot of time with her friends. She’s spending the night with Kira tonight and they will most likely be swimming all day.” You smiled and slipped your boots on, “That’s good.”

“Yeah, I just hope Kira’s mother remembers to put sunscreen on them,” he chuckled as he stood up, grabbing his radio to strap across his chest.

“Oh yeah, because it was her who forgot sunscreen on the beach day you took Layla on and called me because she didn’t have anything to soothe her,” you teased as you tied your laces.

“That was one time. And I didn’t forget, I ran out.”

“Yeah yeah, okay,” you laughed as you strapped your radio on as you both walked out.

He playfully shoved you, “You know wh-”

The bell sounded and you both shared a look before smiling at each other, “Let’s save some lives.”

You sighed as you sat down at the table, stretching a little.

“Did you enjoy your nap over there, L/N?” Bradley asked as he took a bite of the burger Captain Mitchell made for lunch. You nodded as you fixed your burger, “I did Bradshaw, I very much enjoyed my nap.”

“We thought so. You were snoring like a bear over there,” Jake teased as he passed you a bag of chips. “Oh ha ha, very funny.”

“It’s true you were, we considered moving you… but we wanted to live,” Mickey chuckled as sipped his drink.

You rolled your eyes, “You guys are so dramatic.”

Jake arched a brow, “Are we? Do you not remember when you slept on my couch and I woke you up? You gave me a black eye… with a pillow.”

“Hey now that was-”

You’re cut off by the bell. “Seriously, in the middle of 3 o’clock lunch?”

“House fire, let’s go!”

You watched Javy carry out the last member of the family.

“Okay that’s every-”

“Gracie! Where’s my baby?”

You turned and furrowed your brow but shook it off. “Where is she?” The mother shook her head, obviously very scattered and scared. “She-she-she was last in her bedroom, but the fire spread so fast… she could be anywhere.. Please, you have to save her.”

You nodded, “I will do my best ma’am.”

“Thank you… thank you…”

You just nodded again and put your mask on before going back into the burning house.

Jake looked up from helping lift the father onto a gurney just in time to see you run back in.

“Cap! What is she doing? That house is too unstable, why is she going in?!”

Jake was scared. He was scared that you were going into that house for something that wasn’t worth risking your life for. Scared that the moment you found whatever it was, the house would come down on top of you and you would be trapped until they could put the fire out.

And he was scared to find your body in the ashes.

But then he realized something.

You never went in unless it was something important. Sure, you got in the moment a lot and did something that wasn’t exactly the smartest, but your heart was always in the right place. You’re a good firefighter, he knew that.

He knew whatever you went back in that house for was worth it.

So, he followed you.

“Gracie! Gracie! It’s SDFD! My name is Y/N! I’m here to help!”

“I’m in here!” You looked over to see a closed door, but you can hear coughing and banging coming from behind it. “Please help! It’s getting really hard to breathe!”

You heard the cracking of wood from above you and you knew you had to act fast.

“Gracie, I need you to back away from the door! Can you do that?”

“Yeah!”

You nodded and waited for a second.

“Okay!”

You took a deep breath before ramming your shoulder into the door. Once. Twice. Three times. But the door wouldn’t budge. “Damn it! C’mon!” You lifted your foot up and kicked the door in.

You called out for the daughter before seeing her leaning against the wall near the door.

Immediately, you knelt in front of her. “Gracie, hey, can you hear me?” She weakly nodded, trying but failing to take a deep breath. “My sister…” She rasped out. “She was… was in the…”

You nodded, “We got her Gracie, Lainey is safe. So is your brother, your parents and Nala and Pietro.” You helped her up off the ground and supported her weight, “And you’re gonna be safe too.”

She nodded and walked with you as best she could, “Th-thank yo-you..” “No need to thank-”

The ceiling of the room collapsed, sending embers and flames towards you and Gracie. You immediately used your body to shield her, your turnout gear protecting you both from getting burnt.

“C’mon we gotta go!”

She nodded and you both moved faster towards the front of the house.

“Y/N?! Y/N?! Y/- Oh my god, what were you thinking?!” Jake shouted from down the hall, making his way toward you both.

“Fight me later! We need to get her out of this house!” You yelled back before you heard more cracking and snapping of wood.

Jake heard it too, extending his strides to reach you faster as panic filled him.

But as you closed the gap, the floor broke under your boot.

“Jake, take her!”

He closed the rest of the distance, “What happened?”

You looked down, “I’m stuck, take her and go!” He shook his head, "I'm not leaving you!” “Really?! We don’t have time to argue! I’ll be right behind you! Go!”

He went to argue but the hallway turned bright orange and he didn’t hesitate to pick Gracie up and run to the door.

You looked behind you, the ceiling of the hall collapsing like a wave from hell.

“Shit shit shit,” you muttered, trying to pull your leg from the floorboards.

Jake carried Gracie out, putting her on the gurney and letting Natasha and Bob take care of her.

He turned to you, “Okay, can we figh- Y/N?”

You weren’t behind him. You said you would be right behind him.

Dread filled his chest and he ran to the truck to get the halligan bar to help you in case you were stuck. You weren’t dying, he wasn’t about to let you die. Not now, not ever.

With the tool in hand, he’s running back into the house.

“Seresin! What the hell are you doing?!”

“Y/N is still in there!”

He doesn’t wait for a response from your captain before running back into the fire.

You strained trying to free your leg, which had fallen even further into the floor.

Tears stung your eyes. This couldn’t be happening. Not today. Not after everything else you've survived doing this job.

A fucking hole in the floor takes you out? That’s just cruel.

“Fuck!” You cursed, punching the floor.

You huffed and heaved, sobbing as you kept trying to push yourself up. But each attempt was weaker and more pathetic, your arms feeling like jelly.

The heat lapped at your back. The house collapsed around you. It was so hot you almost took off your turnout coat, but it was the only thing keeping the fire from eating you alive.

You had to get out… but you were so tired.

Your head hung between your shoulders and you sat back, waiting for the floor to collapse under your knee.

“Hey, chin up L/N. Your knight in shining turnout gear has arrived.”

You gasped at Jake’s voice and looked up at him. His mask covered his face but you knew he was smiling based on the creases at the corners of his eyes.

“Jake! Oh my-”

The ceiling falling behind you cut your sentence short.

“Jake, get me out of here!”

You have a new lease on life now. You have hope that you can make it out now.

He didn’t waste a second and hooked his arms under your armpits. He pulled up, grunting as he tried to free you.

You used your free leg to help him and used him as an anchor to push up.

“AAAGH!” You shouted as the broken wood scraped your leg as your thigh was freed. “Just a little more Y/N. You’re almost there.”

As more of your leg came loose, your boot got stuck. But you didn’t realize until you felt a pop behind your knee.

“Shit! I’m stuck! I’m stuck!”

Jake immediately adjusted his grip, “Stay calm! Stay calm, Y/N. Can you move your foot?” You tried before responding, “Yeah, yeah, my leg though… something popped…” He nodded, “That was probably your hamstring or your ACL. You’ll be okay. Can you free your foot?”

“I can try…” You gritted your teeth and wiggled your foot to get free. “Okay I think I got it.”

He nodded, “Okay on three… 1… 2… 3!” You pushed and he pulled, freeing you nearly instantly.

“Oh my God… oh my God…” You breathed out as you clung to him. He held you close, “I’ve got ya… I’ve got ya, Y/N.”

“Seresin! L/N! Get out of the house now!” Captain Mitchell came over the radio as the sound of fire and wood snapping filled your ears.

Jake immediately pulled you alongside him, with you dragging behind slightly with the pain in your leg.

As you neared the door, there was a creaking above you.

“Jake, leave me, run.”

“What? Hell no!” “Jake, I’m slowing you down. Just go!”

He stopped and turned to you, “I’m not just gonna-”

Before he could finish, the ceiling came down and you pushed him out of the way, taking the hot rubble so he didn’t have to.

Jake fell on ass as embers and ashes flew into his face.

Something bumped his knee and he looked down. “Oh no..”

It was your helmet. It must have fallen off when you took the hit for him.

He looked up and saw the pile of splintered wood, you underneath it. “Y/N!” He threw your helmet and ran to the debris.

He threw planks of wood to the side quickly, looking for your face or body.

“C’mon, c’mon!”

Finally, he saw the light of the flames reflect off the cracked shield of your oxygen mask.

“Y/N!” He checked your pulse. It was there but it was faint.

Jake was a little relieved but he knew if you stayed any longer, you would die.

He spoke into his radio, “This is Firefighter Seresin. We have a firefighter down! She is unconscious and her pulse is weak! I repeat, Firefighter L/N is trapped. She is unconscious with a weak pulse, requesting immediate assistance.”

As he waited for your fellow crew members to come in he tried to clear what he could, maybe clear just enough for you to get free.

“Jake, it’s too unstable. You-”

“I’m not leaving her!”

He felt something pat his shin and he looked down to see you take your mask off.

“No, no, firecracker, leave your mask on, you need it to breathe.”

“Jake… go…”

He shook his head and knelt beside you, “I’m not leaving. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“It’s… not… it’s not safe,” your wheezed out sentence was punctuated by a dry cough. “Get out…”

You inhaled to talk again but you started coughing.

“Don’t talk. Put your damn mask back on,” Jake didn’t mean for his voice to crack but it did.

You shook your head, your tongue trying to wet your drying lips. “Layla… needs… her dad. Get out of here for her… There’s no sense in us both… dying…”

“Shut up, you’re not gonna die. Not today, not on my watch.”

You coughed and shook your head but he shook his right back.

“You’re not dying.”

“My chest,” you grimaced as you inhaled. “Is pinned… I won’t make it…”

He looked over and saw the beam. It wasn’t fully on your chest, but it was clearly heavy enough to have you pinned. “I can get you out, and you will make it.”

Jake went to one end and tried to lift it. His jaw clenched as his muscles strained with the effort. “Come on!” He shouted and practically screamed as he struggled to move the beam.

“Jake… stop…”

“I need help! Someone help me!”

“They’re not coming… not safe…” you gasped out at his feet.

He just huffed and turned back to the beam. “I’m getting you out of here! I can’t lose you!” He planted his feet and pulled with everything he had.

In his sudden adrenaline rush, he was able to lift the piece of wood. But now that he had it lifted, he didn’t know what to do.

Jake always knew what to do. He didn’t panic, but what he felt right now sure felt a hell of a lot like panic.

You couldn’t move yourself, you weren’t capable. He couldn’t put it back down, it might kill you, send your definitely broken ribs into your lungs - if they weren’t already there. He couldn’t just throw the beam to the side, the house would come down on both of you and his attempt would turn fatal.

The one time he wasn’t selfish, putting Layla first, it might kill him… Take out both of you and Layla would go back to Texas to live with his parents.

Jake was stuck. Nowhere to go, no idea where to put this beam. He just stood there, his legs shaking from the weight.

He hung his head, eyes closing to clear the tears and let them fall.

He looked at you, seeing you trying to stay awake and your chest moving with shallow breaths. He could hear the smoke’s effect on your throat and lungs. Smell the burnt ends of your hair over the burnt wood.

Jake took a breath and squatted a bit, ready to throw the beam, grab you and try his best to get you both out.

“Seresin! Seresin!”

He heard Bradley call out, followed by Javy as they ran in.

If he didn’t have copious amounts of adrenaline coursing through him or wasn’t holding a heavy ass beam – he would have collapsed in relief.

“We got the beam, get her out of here!”

Jake nodded and let Bradley and Javy take the beam’s weight.

As soon as the weight was gone, Jake was rushing to you.

He was quick to scoop you up, “See firecracker? Told you you would make it.” He smiled under his breathing apparatus before he realized you weren’t moving in his arms at all.

Looking down, his heart sank to his stomach, which churned and took his breath straight from his lungs.

Your eyes were closed and your head had fallen back. In the cradled position he had you in, he wasn’t sure if you were still breathing.

“No… no no no no no…”

Jake turned and ran out of the house, Javy and Bradley not far behind him.

The moment Jake was out of the burning home he was calling out for help.

“I need a backboard and a c-collar!”

Reuben and Mickey ran over immediately with the items he requested. “Give us a run down Jake,” Reuben said, speaking calmly, knowing that Jake couldn’t have questions yelled at him right now.

Jake laid you down on the orange board, ripping his helmet and mask off with his gloves and coat coming next.

He checked your pulse, “I’m not feeling a pulse!” He put his hand under your nose, “She’s not breathing!” He yanked the front of your coat open, “Starting compr-”

“Seresin!”

Jake stopped, allowing Mickey to place the c-collar on you to keep your spine stabilized and cutting your shirt to get the life-pack on you to monitor your heart rate.

Reuben looked Jake in the eye, “What happened?”

“The-the ceiling collapsed… she pushed me out of the way. She was talking just before Bradshaw and Machado ran in. I don’t know what happened.”

Jake threw out his answer before checking the life-pack’s screen, the flat line making his heart churn in his stomach.

He interlocked his hands and began compressions. He had to be the one to do it, he had to try. If he didn’t at least try, he would forever beat himself up.

Taking a deep breath he started compressions, watching the heart monitor move with his pushes.

“C’mon firecracker, c’mon!”

He hated the feeling of your rib cracking under him but he knew it was necessary to get your heart started again.

“29… 30!”

Mickey did two rescue breaths with the bag before Reuben started the AED.

“Clear!”

Jake's heart leapt as your chest jerked with the electricity.

They looked at the monitor, but saw no change. So Jake started his compressions again. “C’mon!” Jake was fighting back tears as he fought to keep you alive.

He did his 30 compressions before Mickey squeezed the bag.

All three looked at the monitor, Reuben’s fingers on your pulse point under the collar.

Reuben felt the slow thumping against his fingers as he saw it on the monitor. “I got a pulse! I got a pulse!”

Jake nearly collapsed on top of you in relief and exhaustion.

Javy pulled him back to let them lift you onto the gurney. “She’s in good hands Jake. You’ve done what you can.”

“I know,” Jake nodded and clung to his friend as he watched them put you in the ambulance and Bradley shut the doors before rounding to get in the driver’s seat.

“I just hope it was enough…”

thank you for joining me for this event! ❤ i hope you enjoyed this @cassiemitchell ! it was so much fun to write

let me know if you want to tagged in pt 2

#vinny's 400 #jake seresin x reader #prompt event #💌 we just got a letter #cassiemitchell<33 #controlled chaos squad #jake seresin fic #jake hangman seresin x reader #firefighter au #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #jake hangman seresin

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son1c · 2 years

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“sonic is under my protection now.”

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic au #infinite the jackal #sequel to the drawing i made in january where shadow uses chaos control on sonic because He Can Do That. not good for sonic obv #project nova dlc #scribbles #this is the moment where infinite starts to see sonic as an Actual teammate because the thought of #shadow pulling a jackal squad: part 2 on sonic makes him Really Angry #and he wants to prove he's strong enough to stop that from happening again #(not that shadow would ever do that to sonic but infinite doesn't know that. he just hates shadow lol n sees him as a bloodthirst monster)#bloodthirsty**#which is pretty funny all things considered but hey. perspective amirite <3 #but yeah sonic is really disoriented after shadow literally puppets his powers around. he'll be ok tho. walk it off!#bright colors

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ask-chubby-hamilton · 3 months

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What i think the chaos Squad's middle names would be based off other characters they played/ or their actors names.

Alexander: Alexander Miranda Hamilton (Lin/ Manuel didn't fit to me)

John: John Anthony Laurens

Lafayette: Gilbert Daveed De Lafayette

Hercules: Hercules Oak Mulligan

Aaron: Aaron Leslie Burr

Elizabeth: Elizabeth Phillipa Schuyler

Angelica: Angelica Renée Schuyler

Peggy: Margarita Peggy-Tyisha Schuyler

Thomas: Thomas Paul Jefferson

James M: James Miller Madison

Maria: Maria Ashley Lewis

Thats all i got, but feel free to add more in the comments or reblog :3

#ooc #✨chaos squad✨#chubby hamilton #John Laurens 🧡#Lafayette 💙#Hercules 💙#Eliza 🩵#Angelica 🩷#peggy 💛#thomas 💜#burr 🩶#james 🤍#maria ❤️#my au

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nintendoni-art · 3 months

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"Are you three spiriting away people again?"

"…No?" "Define people." "What's a Jackal?"

#Sonic AU #Galaxy Spiral AU #Zeti #Zeti OC #Zori #Zori the Zeti #tikal the echidna #Chaos 0 #Feel the Rabbit #Jackal Squad #my art #sonic oc #sonic #sonic the hedgehog

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 11 months

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There's Nothing I Wouldn't Do

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Nadia Garcia (OC)

A/N: I wrote this to go along with a series being written by mayhemmanaged and cassmitchell called Gunpowder & Lead! Update as of 01/31/2024: This story is no longer connected to anything being written by the two accounts mentioned above. They are reworking this story. This is MY HARD WORK AND EFFORT and I will not be deleting it just because this character is no longer included in their story.

The character of Attie Blake is @dakotakazansky's. Fern belongs to @desert-fern. Obviously all of the Daggers are the property of Paramount. The only characters who are mine are Nadia 'Nova' Garcia and Alex.

Disclaimers:Female!Reader, and all the warnings below!

Warnings: Abuse, Recovery from Abuse, Assault

As a reminder, everyone’s experiences are different. Everyone’s experiences are valid. This is a fictional story.

My Masterlist

It’s just past noon on a sleepy Wednesday in Austin, Texas. The afternoon sun beats hot against my face. I grab onto the hood shrouding my features and tug it up a bit higher to make sure nobody can see me. You see, I’m not supposed to be here. The only reason why I am is the baby boy in the carrier strapped to my front. Alex. My son and the only good thing I have in my life.

So why am I standing in front of a tiny flower shop named Hera's Orchard in one of Austin’s winding streets of small businesses with my baby in my arms and everything important to me in a bag at my side? There's a rumor, a rumor floating around on the dark web talking about this place. Rumor says that if you walk in and ask if they have any asphodel in the back, they'll help you, no questions asked.

I inhale deeply, trying to breathe despite my bruised, aching ribs and broken nose. I have to do this. For Alex, there's nothing I wouldn't do. I can take any and everything Arthur, my husband, lays on me. But the minute he turned his hand on our son, I'd had enough. The bruised ribs and broken nose, they're what I'd gotten for standing in his way. They're also the final straw. The tiny bell above the door jingles and as I walk in, the humid air stinks of soil and the heady perfume of the thousands of blooming flowers lining the walls. I feel a little bit like I've walked into a jungle. But automatically, instantly, it feels a bit easier to breathe.

Alex seems to like being in Hera's Orchard too, his chubby little hands grasping for the bright colors he can see even as his big eyes go wide at the onslaught of new sensations. I cuddle him closer, kissing his downy head before boldly forging my way to the counter I can see in the back.

There's a sign on the petal strewn countertop, proclaiming, "Ring the Bell for Service! Someone will be out shortly!" Right beside the sign is a bronze bell, like the kind they have on hotel concierge counters. I press it just once, and then have to drag a few petals from Alex's little fingers. If I hadn't caught them, they would've gone right into his mouth.

"Buddy. Alex! No, honey. Those do not go in your mouth." My son is ever vocal, babbling very seriously back at me. I'm having an oh, so serious conversation with my baby when an amused mock cough catches my attention. While I was conversing with Alex, someone walked out from the back and came to stand behind the counter.

She's beautiful, her shoulder length brown hair is tied up into a knot at the back of her head and green eyes bore right through me. She's small and slight, but when she folds her arms across her chest, the muscles bulge with hidden strength.

"Hi, welcome to Hera's Orchard. I'm Fern, how can I help you today?" I can't hide my nerves as I slide the hood off, finally revealing my face to Fern. Her piercing eyes soften, seeing the bruises rising up vividly across my face.

"Hi, Fern. I'm Nadia," I make Alex wave with his little hand, "and this little guy is Alex. I read online that you just got a shipment of some rare asphodels into the store? I was hoping to purchase one as a gift." My throat is dry as I catalog the expression on her face. Fern's serious and stern. The sweet, slightly goofy grin she'd leveled at Alex just moments before is gone.

"Come with me." I grab my bag and follow her into the back. "Hey Charlie! Can you take over in the front? I've got a consult on a custom flower arrangement here!"

Charlie, a teenage boy, thin and gangly with the wildest curls I’ve ever seen, levels Fern with a lovestruck expression before walking out to man the counter. I know what he's so struck by. Have you ever been in a room with someone and been captivated by them? That's Fern's energy, from head to toe. I follow her into a small, plant covered office. Just as we sit down, Alex begins whimpering and gumming at my fingers.

"Sorry, he's hungry. D'you mind if I nurse him while we chat?" I can't believe I'm asking a stranger this question. Arthur would cut me down on the spot if he knew. Per his rules, babies are to be bottle fed only when other people are present.

"Of course. Feed the little guy. Take your time. I take my custom arrangement consultations very seriously." Her smile is soft as I situate Alex at my breast, heaving in as deep a breath as I am able as he begins to nurse hungrily.

"Now that he's eating, do you want to tell me a little bit about the person you'd like to gift this special arrangement to?" Fern's got a little sketchpad in front of her and she begins to sketch bloom after bright bloom as I explain what I'm looking for.

"So, you're looking for an arrangement that is subtle and beautiful to gift your husband?" There's something dangerous in Fern's eyes as she uses a knife to cut the sketch free and hand it to me.

"Yes.” I trace over the thin wispy lines of the sketch, before murmuring, “This is beautiful. How soon can you have it ready?"

I can't believe I'm doing this. Can I poison my husband? That’s the catch about Hera’s Orchard. It is a flower shop, one that has rave reviews and an ever growing list of clientele, but it’s true clientele is a bit shadier than housewives who want a fresh bouquet for their dinner table. ‘Asphodel’ is the key word in those situations.

"Come with me." Rather than answer my question, she leads me to a small doorway in the back of the shop. She unlocks it with a key and grabs my bag. With Alex in my arms, I walk through the door, pausing only so Fern can latch the door behind us. Fern stops at the end of the passageway, knocking on the door. A small window opens, looking us over before the door opens and we're let through.

"This, Nadia, is the Underworld. This is Persephone and Songbird. They run this place and are my closest friends." The women I see arrayed before me are beautiful and strong. Are they the salvation I've been looking for? Can they save Alex, and by extension me, from more suffering?

"Hey, Bruiser!" It's Persephone, her tone musical even as she wiggles her fingers at Alex. "What's up, Buttercup?"

"Seriously, Seph?" Fern's disgust at the nickname is palpable but I can tell it's a play at disgust more than the real deal. "This is Nadia Wilson. She walked into the Orchard looking for an asphodel."

Those seem to be the magic words. Before I can blink, I'm pulled to a table with Fern on my right and both of the other women in the room seated before me.

"I'm Persephone," Her voice is soft as she looks at me with Alex snoozing in his baby bjorn after his lunch. "Bruiser mentioned that you needed some help?"

At my confused look, she's quick to assure me, "Hey, you can talk openly here. We've got the entire Underworld locked down. Nothing leaves this room. I can assure you of that fact. We got the best hacker we know to build our anti surveillance gear."

As much as that intrigues me, if only because I just built an anti-surveillance setup myself, I desperately need their help more. So I let the whole tale spill. How I emigrated to Texas as a young girl and taught myself how to code. How I'd fallen in love with the green beauty of the city and the hills surrounding it. But sadly that wasn’t all I’d fallen in love with. Arthur Wilson had swept me off of my feet. He seemed like a gorgeous man who had money and seemed to adore everything about me. So I hadn't hesitated when he asked me to marry him.

"Alex," you explain to the women, "is the only reason why I’ve stayed in my marriage for as long as I have."

My breathing is ragged as I stare at the wall behind their heads. "Arthur, my husband, has hated Alex since before he was born. My husband hated how my body changed with the baby. He hates how I'm not back to my pre-baby weight or body type yet. So he takes it out on me."

"At first it was just with his words. A probing comment here, a harsh word there. Then he started hitting me. I worked so damn hard to lose weight, to go back to what I looked like before, and it still wasn't enough. He's been hitting me more and more frequently."

"Then to top it all off, there is something else too. He's been cheating on me, I know he has. I've found red hairs on his clothes and he stinks of a perfume that's not what he buys me and insists I wear. But I could stand all of that. Last night, he tried to hit Alex. He's only three months old!" Your voice breaks and a tear slips down your cheek as you sob the words out. "He's just a baby, after all. Babies cry!"

"I can't let him hurt my baby. I can't live like this. Not anymore. Please help me. Please." My broken tones echo in the room around me as I make pleading eye contact with Persephone and Songbird in turn.

"Of course we'll help you, sweetheart! We're the Furies. It's what we do." I can't help my sobs as I let myself fall apart at their words.

3 weeks later

I wasn’t sure what to expect as the outcome from that first meeting at the Underworld, not at all. But whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t this. It’s 3 AM and red and blue lights blanket the front lawn of the suburban home I shared with my husband up until a few hours ago. That’s when I’d come downstairs with Alex in my arms and found Arthur and his newest side-piece, the red-head whose hairs I’d noticed on his suits, dead on the lounge chair in his study in various stages of undress. Like any dutiful wife, I’d screamed until our housekeeper found me and stayed by her side until the police arrived.

My pain and fear are all too real. Since I met with Persephone, Songbird, and Bruiser, it seems like Arthur turned all of his attention on me. I’ve been under a microscope ever since. He’s added a potentially broken wrist, two black eyes and a twisted ankle to the broken nose and bruised ribs I had the day I’d left Hera’s Orchard with a gorgeous flower arrangement under my arm. So the tears I cry as I clutch Alex to my chest in front of the sweetest Police Sergeant I’ve ever met are real. His face has been continually distressed since he first found me and I can’t believe how good he makes me feel.

“Sergeant Mickey Garcia,” he’d said, smiling at me as I tried to settle Alex from when the baby had been startled awake at the sirens of what seemed like the entirety of the Austin Police Department spilled onto our front lawn. “Pleased to meet you, ma’am.”

I’d stammered back my own greetings and let him lead me into the kitchen.

“C-can you tell me what happened?” He’d blushed crimson when I tried nursing Alex to get him to settle down. His face had only grown more and more serious the more I spoke. I found myself spilling the entire tale to him, captivated by the curls spilling over his forehead.

“Sergeant Garcia,” his superior, a man with arresting green eyes and dark blonde hair calls Mickey over to him. All night I’ve been getting appraising looks from the men of APD. Either I look like shit with a squalling baby in my arms or they’re trying to figure out if I have the courage to turn black widow on one of the Police Department’s biggest donors. I do, but they won’t ever know. I look like a beaten down, broken woman, but I’m far from it. I’m a professional woman. I build custom computers and security protocols for corporations around the world. It’s my true passion and calling, one which Arthur had never cared to know about.

As Mickey briefs his superiors, the looks I get go from being evaluating to pitying. I know I look a sight, bruises turning blue and green on my tan skin and with bags so dark under my eyes they’re purple. Add to that my pajamas, bedhead, and a squalling baby and I’ve successfully slipped under APD’s radar. They’re sure to have pulled the security footage, the footage my paranoid husband always had recording, by now, the footage which shows me asleep in my bed or sleep-walking to Alex’s room when my collicky baby wakes me up in the middle of the night. Alex is a sleeping weight against my chest before Sergeant Garcia walks back to me.

“We’re going to get you into an ambulance Mrs.Wilson and get you and Alex to the hospital and check out. If you’d like, we can call someone to come stay with you while you’re there and who can take care of Alex while we wait?” His voice sounds like sex and smoke. Were I not so recently a widow and not so injured to boot, I would have jumped him on the spot.

“Yes, I have someone I can call. I’d like to change and grab a bag for Alex if I can first though?” At his nod, I limp my way upstairs, putting together a bag for Alex before handing the Sergeant both the bag and Alex at his insistence. Arthur never once held Alex like that. When I step out of the bedroom in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, Alex is happily drooling against Sergeant Garcia’s chest and he looks too comfortable for this to be the first time he’s holding a baby.

“Wow.” My voice is quiet. “This is not the first time you’ve held a baby, is it Sergeant?”

His chuckle is bashful and shy. “No, actually. My sister in Miami has three kids. I’ve held them all.”

“D’you have any babies of your own, Sergeant?” I don’t know why I’m asking that question, not now of all times.

“No, I don’t. But I’ve always wanted to.” He clears his throat before helping you into the ambulance and handing Alex to you. “Now let’s get you in touch with who you wanted to call. Who’d you like to call?”

My voice is all fire as I say, “Attie Blake. She’s a friend and my lawyer.”

4 months later

Arthur’s sister and mother had put up a perfunctory fuss when they found out he was dead, accusing me of murdering him and any other depraved things that came to his mind. They even tried to sue me. But even their high paid team of lawyers couldn’t stand up to Atlas Blake. With Attie’s help, I managed to win the case and secure all of Arthur Wilson’s fortune into a trust fund for his son. Mickey’s been by my side ever since as well. It was almost too easy to fall in love with him. Especially when I saw how easy it was for him to accept Alex as a part of the package deal. Mickey helped me scope out the location so I could buy the small shop near Hera’s Orchard which I made into a net-cafe and officially introduced me to Birdie Floyd and Emory Seresin, who I only knew so far as Songbird and Persephone.

Since then, my life has never been better. The Furies are the closest friends I have, and the shop, named Daedalus’ Automata, is the perfect place for me to do my thing. What’s my thing, you ask? Before my marriage, before Arthur demanded a trophy wife, I was in cyber security. Give me any network and a computer and I could tell you how secure the network is and at least four ways that I could make it better. I also make custom computers and anti-surveillance hardware. It’s how I continued making money under Arthur’s nose. Now, it’s how I’ve been paying back the Furies for helping me. I keep any mentions of the Furies out of the internet and away from the Task Force’s attention. The best part is how Mickey doesn’t care when I come home smelling like grease with Alex in my arms. How I wish I’d met Miguel Garcia first.

It’s late when I stagger through the front door late on a Friday night. It’s date night and I’m so late that I’m sure any excuses I have will be flimsy at best. Mickey had grabbed Alex from Daedalus when he got off of his shift, so I don’t have the baby with me when I walk through the door. The entire house is filled with the most delicious scent, and as I look at my watch, I know I’m at least an hour late for dinner.

“Mickey?” My voice is soft as I toe my shoes off and walk through the house. “I’m sorry I’m late, vida. I had this absolute wreck of a computer get dropped off for repairs.” In part that’s true, I did have a wreck of a computer dropped off for repairs. But that’s not why I’m late. The Furies were running an op tonight, one for which I was on comms, making sure my girls were safe as they were running around doing what they do best. I walk through the kitchen, my heart dropping at the sight of the candles on the dining table, the wax nearly melted away.

“Mickey?” My voice drops to a whisper when I walk into the study and see all of my computer screens fired up, filling the entire room with their cool blue light. On the screen flash three dossiers, my own, Fern’s and Ranger’s in addition to the blueprints for the facility we hit tonight. It was a strict information gathering op, but so important. How could I have been so stupid that I hadn’t locked that information down before I left this morning?

“I think you’ve got some explaining to do, amor.” I’ve never heard Mickey sound so serious. “I love you, and I promise I’m not angry, just worried. Tell me what’s going on.”

I can’t resist melting into his embrace, inhaling the musky warm scent of his cologne as he squeezes me tight.

“I love you, Miguel. I just need to have you sign something first. Then I promise I’ll tell you everything.” Then I reach for my phone and speed dial Attie.

“Hey Attie, I’m going to need an NDA here.” I can’t help looking at Mickey over the next half an hour we wait in the kitchen. I’m puttering around nervously, barely able to stomach the stew Mickey made while I finished up at the shop. Mickey’s not much better. He eats too, but he keeps stealing these searching glances of me, and the tension enveloping our small kitchen is nearly too much to bear. He tries to speak a few times but each time, stops short. I can’t help wondering what this means for us, for Alex who already has heard us both refer to Mickey as dad or daddy.

It’s the doorbell ringing which startles me out of the pensive way I’ve been glancing into Mickey’s eyes. It’s Attie at the door with Bradley right behind her.

“Hey Nova.” She’s smiling, which should provide me with a sense of relief. But I can’t help the dread pooling in my gut or the bad portents which my mind is constantly bombarding me with.

“Hey, Attie. C’mon in.” I hug her for a few minutes before leading her and her six-foot shadow into our kitchen.

“Hey, Roos.” Mickey sounds exhausted and I can’t believe it’s because of me. “So you’ve been read into what the girls are doing too?”

It breaks your heart when he folds into one of the chairs at the kitchen table and runs his fingers through his curls.

“How bad is it, Bradshaw?” At Bradley’s lack of response, I can see Mickey’s jaw tighten and worry cloud his features even more.

“It’s alright, Mickey.” It’s Attie who takes control of the situation. “Read over this, sign it, and then Nova and I will tell you what’s going on.”

Mickey gives the document a cursory look over, scrawling his signature where required before pushing it to Attie and leveling me with one of his intense panty dropping looks. It’s with my heart in my throat that I let the whole tale of my introduction and involvement in the Furies spill. Anger glints in his eyes as I finish.

“I need a drink. Whiskey, Roos?” He can’t even look at me. I understand needing a bit to process, but Mickey’s never processed like this before. Please let him understand. Please let this not be the end. I share a scared look with Attie before standing to grab a tumblr for her, too. I don’t drink, not a drop, and while I’ve never minded Mickey or our friends drinking, tonight the sight of the alcohol slipping down his throat just fills me with dread. Maybe it’s residual PTSD from Arthur, who’d beat me if he got too drunk, but it’s just as likely to be the tense situation I’ve found myself in.

“So where do we go from here?” Mickey’s looking right at me as he says the words. “I know you know this, amor, but I’m on the task force hell bent on finding Persephone and the Furies. To stop them. How can I protect my family? The woman I love, the woman I wanted to ask to marry me tonight, when she’s on the other side of the work I’ve devoted my life to?”

My smile is tremulous as I launch myself into his arms. Relief floods my veins, maybe this isn’t the end!

“You wanted me to marry you, Miguel?” I can’t hide my sobs as I bury myself into his skin. His arms are strong and secure as they automatically wrap around me.

“Course, amor. I’ve wanted to ask you to marry me since the day I met you.” I can’t help the clumsy, salty, kiss I press to his lips. “I’ve wanted you and Alex from first sight. This doesn’t change anything, not between you and me. It’s going to change everything at work, though.”

I get lost kissing Mickey for several more long moments, until the baby monitor on the counter chirps, spilling Alex’s cries into the room.

“I’ll get him,” I murmur in Mickey’s ear. “Attie will join me. Talk to Bradley, vida. He knows, so does Bob.”

Attie’s a silent shadow behind me as we walk into the nursery and I change the baby’s diaper.

“It’s going to be okay, Nov. The entirety of Mickey’s loyalty is with you and this little guy. They’ll figure out a way to keep us safe. And we’ll do our part to keep them safe too.”

Mickey looks relieved when I walk downstairs once Alex is back to sleep. It’s looking at his face and the home that we’ve made together that I make a vow I’ll keep if it’s the last thing I do. I’ll protect my fiancé, protect his friends and protect our son. If someone finds out about the Furies, it won’t be because of me. Nobody I love will ever get hurt again, not if I can stop them.

It’s that righteous vision that fills my veins when Mickey and I get married in a small courthouse ceremony a few weeks later surrounded by our friends. It’s a hurried engagement, but necessary, especially since spousal immunity can only help when in our situation. He adopts Alex too. Attie checked, Mickey adopting Alex does not void the Wilson trust fund. Things seem to smooth between Mickey and I. Our two week honeymoon in Miami is the most fun I’ve ever had in my life. Not to mention, the most time I’ve spent naked in one stretch. Mickey didn’t let me out of bed for the first 48 hours we were there.

When we get back, life sinks into its own balanced pace. My new normal, punctuated by the gorgeous solitaire diamond on my left ring finger, is full of promise. But as things pick up and I start hearing more and more about a new king-pin taking over Austin, the more I worry about what’s to come. But I’m able to put my worries aside for the most part, staying vigilant. I do what I can to help the cause, sending the young boys and girls who need help to Cora’s Bakery down the street for pomegranate scones. After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and that’s all of us. It’s why we do what we do.

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iliketopgun · 1 month

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I listened to nearly all of the 3 pitch perfect soundtracks recently and here's the idea I got before falling asleep

The daggers having acapella groups

The girls- The Flying Bellas (like the Barden Bellas, Lyra and Cassidy came up with it)

The boys- The Flyboys (Maverick did it)

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect au #the dagger squad #iliketopgunbs #top gun maverick #iliketopgunocs #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #lyra chaos mitchell #jake hangman seresin #hayley mockingbird prescott #samantha karma kazansky #javy coyote machado #cassidy rascal bradshaw #rosalie riveter kerner #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia

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dragon-kazansky · 1 year

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Something Worth Protecting

Iceman x Dragon

Bodyguard AU

[Masterlist]

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

Chapter Three - Hint of the past

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Once Rachael had changed and grabbed her things, Jade went with her to the back door, Kazansky following behind. The two women hugged and Jade promised she would see her tomorrow.

For now, they had to get on the road to the hotel. Rachael had another show tomorrow night.

Tom opened the door for the singer. Dragon didn't even look at him as she got in. He closed the door and got into the driver's seat.

Rachael kept her gaze on outside the window. Tom would glance back at her through the mirror every so often.

They reached the hotel quite late. Rachael was very obviously tired. Tom walked with her to the reception desk, while Ron saw to her luggage.

They signed in and Kazansky escorted her to her room. The room itself wasn't huge, but it was enough. There was no doubt that later in her career the rooms would expand as she went. Though she didn't care. Rachael wasn't doing this for the money, she just wanted people to hear her sing.

"I'll be right outside."

Rachael glanced over her shoulder. Tom was standing with his hands clasped together, looking at her blankly.

"Right."

A moment of pause settled between them. She's not sure why he didn't leave immediately. He just stood there and looked at her. After a moment of intense silence, he stepped outside, closing the door behind him.

Rachael sighed and fell back onto the bed.

She was tired.

The next morning she headed downstairs for breakfast, when she got there, Kazansky trailing behind her, she is met by the sight of her band.

Rachael had wondered if Kazansky had been on duty all night. She was concerned about his lack of sleep status, but when she had asked him, he had apparently switched up with one member of his team, and then returned before she woke.

He seemed adamant he stayed by her as much as he could.

Rachael smiled at her friend Pete, or Maverick as he went by on stage, her lead guitarist.

"Finally joining us."

"Shut up, Mav."

She sits down and places her order with the waitress that comes over. Nick, or Goose, laughs at the pair.

Charles and Leonard, Chipper and Wolfman respectively, chuckled themselves as they dug into their own breakfasts.

These guys were her band. She had heard them play in a club she used to sing at, and after listening to them so many times, she managed to talk to them about joining her. Apparently they were all fans of her signing too, so teaming up to create music sounded like heaven to them.

Her voice and their music, it was the perfect match.

Rachael drinks Mav's coffee, unable to wait for her own, and sighs as she remembers what a success last night was. She smiles into the cup, which Mav glares at because he was drinking that coffee.

"What's on your mind, princess?" Goose asks, smiling at her. Nick called her that to tease her usually, but today she let it slip.

"Last night was... everything!"

The guys all smile at her.

"You were amazing."

"You're going places."

"And I'm taking you with me," she tells Chipper. "All of you. We are in this together."

Just as her breakfast is brought to her, someone up at the counter catches her eye. Rachael looks up to see someone she hadn't seen in a long time. She didn't really know him, but of him.

Jake Seresin. The assistant to her previous manager, a man who didn't want Dragon to spread her wings and tour the world.

Hermes wanted Dragon for himself.

She follows him with his eyes as he waits for something and then leaves when he gets it. Jake doesn't even see her as he leaves, heading in the opposite direction out of sight.

Suddenly, a chill runs down her spine. Was he here? That bastard that used her? Tried to keep her from reaching her dream?

Hermes was a bastard who tried to ruin her, but Jade was there to protect her, to take her away from his greedy hands. It suddenly dawned on Rachael why the bodyguards were needed.

Did Jade know something she didn't?

Pete sees Rachael's mood drop and leans over to talk to her.

"You good?"

She glances at him and shakes her head softly.

"What is it?"

"I just saw Jake, Hermes' assistant. He was over there." She nods across the room. Mav frowns. "If he's here..."

Pete is quick to reach out and place his hand over hers. "Don't. You're here with us. Your bodyguard is right there behind you. If he is here, nothing is going to happen."

Rachael just nods.

Tom watches the two from where he stands. He can't hear them, but he sees the way your guitarist places his hand over yours and leans in close. He frowns a little.

What's this about?

The two remained huddled together throughout breakfast. After, Kazansky escorts Rachael back to her room. She sits on the bed and sighs. Tom talks to someone through his earpiece and watches her closely.

Something is weighing on her mind.

Moments later, Rick is entering the room. Rachael lifts her gaze to see what's happening. She had almost forgotten she wasn't alone before.

Tom nods at Rick and turns to leave, but Rachael calls out.

"Where are you going?"

Tom turns again to look at her.

"To speak to your manager."

"About what?"

"I have some questions, that's all. Rick will look after you."

Rachael glances at Rick. He offers her a small smile and nods his head in her direction. He seems nice. Her eyes drift back to Tom. For some reason it was unsettling that he was leaving.

She had grown used to him being her shadow.

Tom leaves.

Rachael looks back at Rick.

"They call me Hollywood," he says.

"Hollywood? You guys have code names?"

"Yeah."

"Why Hollywood? Were you in a movie?"

He laughs and shakes his head.

"What do they call Kazansky?" She asks.

"Iceman."

She frowns. "Iceman?"

"Yeah. You'll see why once you spend enough time with him."

She doesn't quite understand, but she doesn't ask any more questions. She curls up on her bed and faces away from him.

Worry had settled in her heart.

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@bayisdying - @mrsjaderogers - @breadsquash @cycbaby - @callmemana - @askmarinaandothers - @starlit-epiphany - @callsignscupcake - @ladylanera - @gracespicybradshaw I CAN'T BELIEVE I LEFT YOU OUT

#something worth protecting #iceman x dragon #bodyguard au #top gun #au #the chaos squad fics #chaos squad au #the chaos squad #chaos squad #iceman

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Two Plus Signs = We’re Parents!

A Papa Mine Drabble

Summary: After being married for a couple of years and no children, Tom & Rachael get a surprise in the form of a lil baby Baylie!

{masterlist📚} {previous chapter 📎} {next chapter📖}

Rachael and Tom had been married for three years and always dream of being a family one day, but after too many negative pregnancy tests, their dream seemed like it would never happen.

When she took the tests, it was more as a joke than anything. Rachael had seen a tik tok of women playing ‘Pregnancy Test Roulett’ and it looked like fun.

Both Jade and herself had felt off for the last couple of weeks and instead of being by theirselves and sad they decided that they would be together and support each other if the tests read negative.

They opened their tests, did their business, then put it in one box and waited the five minutes for the test to develop. Once the timer went off, the excitement and uncertainty coursed through their veins as Rachael ‘mixed’ the box and then held it out to Jade.

They counted to three and flipped the test over, Rachael’s was negative but the test in Jade’s hand had a clear as day solid pink cross in the window.

The women hugged and then stared at the test a while more before coming to the conclusion that they would have to retake the tests to find out which one is actually pregnant.

They wasted no time, grabbing a new test from a box and leaving to use the bathroom in different areas of the house then, they came back into the Masterbath and waited in anticipation for the timer to go off again.

The timer rings and they both rush to the counter to see the results. Jade looks at hers and feels upset, unlike Rachael and Tom, her and Ron had been actively trying for years to be blessed with a child again after losing the twins.

Rachael felt bad about her amazing news, but knew that Jade would put her own grieving aside for her friend for now. Rachael was sobbing, finally feeling the excitement roll away like an afternoon tide and the worry and fear come in.

Then came the thought of what Tom would say about this. He never had the best relationship with his own father and that scared him on the type of dad he would be for his children. Rachael knew he’d be the best dad to however many children they have in the future.

It wasn’t long till the chaotic pair came up with a fantastic way to tell Tom the news while he’s up in the air with the boys doing drills.

Rachael put the positive tests in her purse before the two women left to go to the dollar store. The little corner shop wasn’t very busy, being that it was the afternoon when they arrived.

Rachael gave a bare description of her idea to Jade before the women split up and went searching for the items they needed for the surprise.

Once they were done, Rachael & Jade drove to the base and walked to the men’s locker room.

She found Tom’s space quickly and put in the combination, opening it and the women started to decorate. When they finished, they left the base soon before the guys landed and came to clean up.

Rachael and Jade giggled like school girls as they scurried to the car, making everyone in the hallways stare at them crazily. The car ride home had the same energy as when they left, chaotic and wonderful.

Both women were excited for the next chapter in their lives and knew that they would be there for each other no matter what.

Rachael couldn’t wait for Tom to come home and for them to celebrate the small life growing in her.

As she waited for Tom to come home Rachael covered herself with many blankets and was surrounded by lots of different snacks while she watched some Disney movies.

The time would pass slowly, but maybe that’s what she needed from all the excitement that the day brought.

When she woke up by her loving husband, she was confused by what time it was. Rachael could’ve remembered it was only two when she fell asleep and now it’s six.

That power nap took longer than expected, did she not hear her alarm?

Tom chuckled at her as he bent down and kissed her, when he came back up for air he reached behind himself to the coffee table and grabbed the gift bag, then placed it softly in her lap.

“I want spicy pizza for dinner, does that sound good to you?”

Tom nodded, “For you, I’d do anything babe.”

“What's this? You didn’t get me anything right?” asked Rachael when she finally saw the bag in her lap.

“No, when I got into base today the guys had gifts for us waiting in my locker. They’re excited for the first kid of the squad to be born.”

“Well Bradley’s four so their a little late on that front don’t you think Tom?” she replied, a small smirk on her beautiful features.

Tom just rolled his eyes at his wife and nodded towards the bag, “Open it, I’ll start dinner while you’re doing that. I think you’ll love the gifts.”

Rach grabs his arm before he can walk away completely, “No, stay with me. I want you by my side.”

Tom snuggled in under the blankets and sat back watching her as she reacted to each gift. Rachael was amazed by the small clothes and other baby things that the guys, most likely their wives or girlfriends, picked out for Tom and herself.

The squad had big hearts but didn’t show it very often due to the cutthroat competition that the Navy brought in and off of the bases.

Both Rachael and Tom had met during one of the biggest competitions in their lives, being at Top Gun and graduating first was a great honor to have under your belt.

Unfortunately Rachael didn’t win but what she did get out of the experience is lifelong friendships and the love of her life.

After the gifts where opened and one last kiss from Ice he walked to the kitchen to start making the spicy pizza she asked for. Rach got up, much to Tom’s displeasure and sat at the bar to watch him.

“You know I don’t need supervision on pizza right? You can’t really mess it up unless you're an idiot like Leonard or Rick.” smirked Tom as he started to lather sauce on the premade dough.

Rachael giggled, “They may be idiots but I think even those boys could handle making a pizza.”

It was low and under his breath, but she did hear a ‘unlikely without at least a little supervision from Duckie or Crick.’

The kitchen echoed the couple’s laughter around, the sound bouncing off the walls as they continued to joke. As the laughter died down it was finally time for the pizza to go into the oven.

Rachael went back to the couch and turned the television to The Great British Bakeoff. They could watch this and snuggle while the food was cooking.

After the timer was set, Tom came back into the living room and sat next to her, laying his head on her lap like he did earlier. Rachael started to run her fingers gently in his blond locks, humming a small tune to herself as she did.

Rachael couldn’t ask for a better husband or father for her child and couldn’t wait for this precious baby to come into their lives and all the chaos that will undoubtedly happen.

Tom and Ron were just out of the jet when they heard that their wives had been here and left not too long ago. They were wary when they entered the locker room, all the guys were. Rachael and Jade are known around base as the Chaotic Duo.

Everything looked the same, nothing out of place that they could remember. Tom opened his locker and was greeted with pink and blue streamers, a sign that read ‘HI DADDY’ and a grainy black and grey picture with a small bean like shape.

This confused Tom, he couldn’t wrap his head around what all of this meant, he was a smart man, if he said so himself, but this had him stumped.

Ron was curious about what had the great Tom Kazansky frozen and with a confused face, so he walked over and saw the sign, “We didn’t need to know the kinky shit that goes on in your bedroom Kazansky.”

This caught more pilots’ attention and they made their way to his locker. Goose was the first to speak from the new crowd, “Oh, congrats Ice! Im glad that Bradley will have a buddy to play with now.” Goose clapped him on the back as the others cheered and hollered for him.

Tom was still staring at the little picture, ignoring everyone else until the seemingly last two braincells finally rubbed together and clicked. Rachael was pregnant. Rachael was pregnant and he would be a father, this scared him to death.

He doesn’t want to be just like his father and be strict and abusive to his family, but he knew that Rachael wouldn’t have married him if he was.

Tom had that little grainy picture in his hand as he left the base, mind constantly on the little bean from the photo. He was going to be a father, and he couldn’t be more happy about it.

Once he was safely inside the house from prying eyes, he ran around and tried to find his wife. Rach sat in the kitchen, dinner already fixed and table set. He ran up to her, picking her up and spun around before letting her down and kissing her passionately.

Tom was so in love with her and knew that he’d love this baby just as much. When dinner was done and leftovers put away, the adrenaline had mostly worn off and he went back to that dark headspace of being like his own father.

Rach sat on the couch with Tom’s head in her lap, softly combing his hair while they watched a movie. She looked down and saw that concerned face on her husband, stopping her movements in his hair. “What’s the matter baby?”

Tom turned his body to look at her head-on, voicing his dilemma to his wonderful and understanding wife. “I’m scared I’ll end up being like my father and I don’t want to be like him to my own kids.”

Rachael smoothed his hair back, kissing his cheek, “You take such good care of me and you’ll take such good care of them too.”

He tried to speak, but Rach cut him off before he could protest, “You, Thomas Kazansky, are nothing like your father and you’ll be the best dad in the world, I just know it.”

Tom couldn’t help the tears that split over the heartwarming words of encouragement from his amazing wife. She would never truly know how much that meant to him.

The couple spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, not wanting to ever let go. Tom’s hand never left Rachael’s stomach while they lie together in bed that night.

The next day, Tom went into base with his head clear of doubt and acted like nothing had happened yesterday. He would put on that ‘Ice cold’ persona he always had while at work and get through the day so he could go back to spoiling his wife and unborn child.

Tom entered the locker room and opened his cubby, making the horribly stacked presents inside fall to the ground. He picked them up and carefully looked at each one. Maybe they put them in the wrong locker, but Tom couldn’t remember if it was anyone’s birthday from the squadron.

As he was looking around the guys settled and smiled or smirked at him as he continued to try to figure this mystery out.

Tom just didn’t understand why they would be giving him gifts, it wasn’t his birthday, that wasn’t until the next coming year.

Finally Ron had enough of his pilot’s stupidity, “They’re for you, surprisingly, you’re the first one in this new squadron to be a dad on purpose.”

Goose started to protest but was silenced quickly with realization that Bradley had been born some years prior to the squad’s union.

“Go ahead and open them Ice,” Mav clapped his shoulders and handed him a present that had been on the floor previously.

He was cautious as he ripped open the gift paper and the box, finding a hat inside that read ‘#1 Dad’. Ice will never omit it, but a few tears did sneak out at the gift.

Everyone around him thought that he’d be a great dad too, which was the reassurance he never knew he would need.

The pilots who had become like brothers to him and his wife had faith that he could be the best of the best in fatherhood too.

Tom knew that his little family would have so much love and support from the start and he couldn’t ask for a better found family.

“Those better be happy tears man, you’re gonna be a dad!”

“You're gonna love it, it's the best life experience ever, trust me.”

Tom opened the next gift, finding a baby sized flight suit and aviator sunglasses. “Rach is gonna love this, she’s hoping that the kid likes to fly like their parents.”

“Knowing you Ice, the kid’s gonna love being in the sky.” The room erupted in laughter, agreeing whole heartily with Sundown’s comment.

Tom opened a few more gifts before saying his thank yous and they were all called to a meeting with Viper about drills and manuvers that they could use during missions.

After the busy day all Tom wanted to do was lay his head on his wife’s lap and be near the two of them. He gathered his dufflebag and the gifts from the guys and went home.

Tom couldn’t wait for Rachael’s reaction to what the guys had given him earlier that day.

He knew that Rach would have a field day on the little clothes and toys, just like he did. Tom wasted no time in arriving at his house and finding his wife sitting on the couch under a massive pile of blankets with all kinds of snacks around her sleeping form.

He couldn’t help but think she was an angel sent down for him from God himself with how beautiful she looked. He regrettably had to wake her so he could show the presents and to ask what she wanted for dinner.

He had woke her up and greeted her with a sweet kiss before he had handed her the gift bag out of his duffle.

As Rachael pulled out each item, she laughed and awed at the thoughtfulness of the men they worked with. The last gift that she saw was a blush pink hat that said ‘#1 Mom,’ which had her crying.

The group of pilots had a high admiration for the couple. Tom had pulled out the matching ‘#1 Dad’ hat and placed it on his head, doing the same to Rach and kissing her softly.

They had no doubt that they could be the best parents for this baby.

Birdie’s Basket: @dragon-kazansky @whiskeyswriting @bayisdying @faerieroyal @tngrace

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whiskeyswriting · 1 year

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To My Best Friend

{ Divider by: @firefly-graphics } {For @dragon-kazansky}

My dearest Rachael:

It’s only been a few years since we met and first flew together but it feels like I’ve known you my whole life. What I ever did to deserve an amazing friend like you, I don’t know. I’m just glad you came into my life when I needed you most.

Life as a wife and a mother has changed us. Some would say for the better (those some would be Tom and Ron) and others for the boring. Our nights out have changed. Our new party pals are just the cutest.

Sometimes it feels like we’re not the same Whiskey and Dragon as always. Now that you're gone I don’t know what to do with myself… Ron says to stop being dramatic that you just left for a weekend getaway with Tom. Baylie and I just pouted at him for being so rational. Like who says I can’t miss you on your trip? I bet you Slider is just as pouty that Ice is away and he can’t gossip with him!

Baylie just threw up on Slider! It was the best!! I told him not to be bouncing her too much after she ate! Aww. She's so cute Rach!!! Our girls will be the best of friends just like we are.

I guess I'll let you enjoy your second honeymoon. Ron is being all pouty and demanding my attention... Well more like he asked me out on a date. Said he got a babysitter for the girls.

Okay back from our date! Tell me what's new! Ron just kept talking about Grace and Baylie. Oh I wish I could show you the polaroid Goose took of the girls cuddling for their nap. It reminds me of our girls' night out when we would crash with each other.

When are you coming back?

That was today's adventures. I'll write more tomorrow.

Your Chaotic Wifey,

Whiskey

PS: Baylie just burped the cutest burp in her sleep and Grace smacked her.

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Alexander cornered james in the bathroom, smiling, though it was full of malice.

"james, i got an assignment i need you to do. It's a science project and you know how much i dread science. I'll put the instructions in your locker,"

his smile then faded, and he continued.

"but if you make me look like a fool and fail, you know what I'll do.."

He cracked his knuckles.

*James’s eyes widen, he shivers but nods quickly* “o-okay.. I’ll do it..calm down please..”

#hamilton #hamilton rp #✨chaos squad✨#james madison #thomas jefferson #PANIC #highschool! james madison #high school!au

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desert-fern · 11 months

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Bruised Black and Blue - A Former Gunpowder and Lead Extra

Specific Warnings for this blurb: murder, shouting, making of poisons, guns, blood, poisoning, physical violence, swearing (expect this in all of my stuff tbh)

Paring for this piece: OC Fern “Bruiser” Spades X Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Notes from the author: This fic belongs to an alternative timeline of a fic that is currently being rewritten by the original authors. BUT FERN’S CHARACTER IS MY OWN AND I REFUSE TO DELETE MY HARD WORK

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Constantly looking over one’s shoulder got exhausting quickly. The CIA offered a million and one perks, but unfortunately for them, being thrust head first into cartels, trafficking rings, mercenary groups, while simultaneously rubbing elbows with some of the most vile people in the world, was not how I imagined spending my life.

So I decided to leave Langley and planned to never look back. But I was dragged from my thoughts by my former handler. “Agent Spades.”

“Sir.” Grant, or whatever he called himself, was watching me closely. “And it’s former agent now.”

He nodded. “Ms. Spades then. Are you certain that I can’t convince you to stay?”

“I’m afraid you can’t.”

The man before me grit his teeth, his jaw so tight I thought it would snap off of his face. “I’m sure we have some more local work that may interest you.”

I smirked. Typical CIA, loosely veiling an order as a suggestion. “Afraid not. I gave most of the life I have lived to you and the organization. I’m out. Besides, Operation Nightshade got me thinking about the simple life.”

Obviously, Grant didn’t like my answer, but I didn’t care. I had spent most of my adult life working for an organization that required blind trust, blind faith that the decisions made by those on high were done for the greater good. However, losing most of my team while running a false flag operation opened my eyes to the reality that the CIA never cared about us. We were always going to be pawns to the organization, and I couldn’t live that life anymore.

===

A year and a half later, I found myself in Austin, Texas living with the man of my dreams, a man named Oscar Moreno. A good, kind man, who worked a 9-5 office job, lived in a two-storey house in the suburbs, a man who cared deeply for me. I loved him, if it wasn’t obvious. We had a dog, a hound that I named Andy, and I could see myself spending the rest of my life in this bliss. I worked in a small boutique downtown as a saleswoman and it was so different from everything I knew. We lived in a bubble, a bubble that I never wanted to pop.

But of course something changed. Maybe it was because I wasn’t used to simple, or maybe it was because I had feigned suburban life many times while working for the CIA that his behaviour started to seem like it was all an act.

I started noticing cupboards that had once opened were now locked or in the case of the middle drawer of the living room bookcase, completely sealed. Oscar started leaving the room to take phone calls, unable to look me in the eye when he told me that it was nothing. He had also started spending more and more time in his office, the door that was once always open to me, now locked tight, even when he wasn’t home. Andy had started growling when he came close to me, whimpering and following close whenever Oscar made a sudden move.

Then Oscar started staying out later and later, sometimes not coming home until 9-10 pm, despite his office shutting down at 6 every day. He’d started taking weekend trips too; not coming back until late Sunday night and he would refuse to answer my questions, sometimes shouting at me to drop it. So I did, but my brain had taken hold of these abnormalities like a dog with a bone and no amount of his aggravated “I’m fine” or “Don’t worry about it” convinced me to let it go.

Either he was cheating, which I doubted, because I would have found something by now, or he was what I had been. A spy for someone, some country, corporation, or crime lord that wanted something. Or I was just paranoid, which was possible. The constant looking over my shoulder that I had hated while operating for the CIA had come back the longer I stayed in that house in the suburbs and I was growing worried.

A year and a half later, Oscar had proposed with a ring that I knew cost far more than he should have been able to afford. His behaviour had settled down a little but I knew he was still hiding things from me. If the locked office door or three separate phones didn’t give that away, then the tripwire in his office and the ink packages in his desk drawers definitely did.

The drawers hid file after file on customs agents at the Austin airport, ID badge templates, building blueprints, and 3D printing guides for weapons pieces. “I guess I was right to be concerned.” I had told all of this to Grant, who said plainly that the CIA didn’t conduct operations on American soil. I had scoffed at his lie and hung up, determined to figure this out on my own.

I had run false flag operations before and they had all started out like this. The realization hurt me deeply. All I knew was that the last three years of my life had been a lie, that Oscar, the man I loved, was all in this to achieve his mission. His betrayal stung like hell, and I remember leaving his office exactly how I had found it, just as Oscar had come bursting through the front door. It was like watching a tornado race through the house as he dug through a few drawers to grab things I couldn’t make out, stuffing them in his pockets. Then, like clockwork, he disappeared into his office.

Only this time, he shouted for me. “Fern!”

“Yes, honey?”

“Come here.” And if those words didn’t send my heart plummeting down, down, down into my ass, I didn’t know what would. I had to tread carefully. I knew more than I should in this moment and that made me dangerous.

I swallowed. “Give me a sec, okay?”

“No. Now.”

Shit. Oscar had never demanded anything of me before.

“Fern!”

“Coming!” I hurried up the stairs to his office, towel in hand to make it look like I had been in the middle of something instead of standing in the hall, staring up the stairs. “Jeez Oz. What’s going on?”

His face was pinched as he watched me come stand in the doorway. “Cut the shit. Where is it?” Oscar was angry. I had never seen him like this, red in the face, the brown eyes that I had grown to love were filled with an emotion I had never seen on him.

This time the confusion that spread over my face was real. “What are you talking about, honey? I don’t come in here. You made that clear, and I respect your space.”

“My flash drive.” He stepped closer, hand dipping into his coat pocket and grasping hold of something. “The green one.”

I didn’t want to find out what he had in the pocket. Not if I wanted him to think I had no idea what he was planning. “Honey? You’re scaring me.” I added a little wobble to my voice, trying to sell the fear as I took a step backwards.

Oscar sighed, hand leaving his pocket to rub at his face. “I didn’t mean to do that, okay? I’m just stressed out. I’m sorry, mi vida.”

I just nodded, not trusting a word that left his mouth. “I know,” I mumbled, wringing the towel in my hands. “I’ll go start dinner.” The door shut the second I turned to head downstairs, the lock clicking shut seemed to echo down the hall, and I found myself tearing up. “Keep it together, Fern,” I mumbled to myself. “He’s just a man. A stupid, stupid man. After this, you’re done with men.”

Dinner was silent. The only noises being the clinking of silverware against our plates and the music playing softly from the kitchen. Then Oscar disappeared again, leaving me by myself downstairs, alone with my thoughts. All I could think about was stopping him. This man, Oscar, wasn’t who I had thought he was. He changed. Scoffing, I pulled my ring off, throwing it at the wall and watched it bounce under the fridge. Good riddance.

While Oscar slept, I sat up late, hiding in the shed in the backyard, carefully mixing a cocktail of poison that would burn as it entered the bloodstream. It was designed for a tortuous death and even worse, it was of my own design. The CIA trained me far too well for me to ever live a normal life.

Other vials I filled with water and, with a gas mask on, very carefully painted on melted thallium until the vials were shiny with the metal. Enough of it absorbed through the skin could kill quite quickly, and I had plans. I stored them carefully in a bag before slipping into bed.

When he got up earlier than usual the next morning, I waited until I heard the front door shut before I jumped out of bed and grabbed my keys and shoes, following him a few minutes later. The bag of poison sat under my seat, while my gun was concealed in the pocket of my hoodie. I was ending this today.

Oscar had gone everywhere except work that day. He went to the bank, where I saw him take a large amount of cash out from the ATM, then to the dry cleaners where he left with a suit bag that was definitely not his. I tailed him to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, parking far enough away so as to not be spotted, yet close enough to make my getaway.

I found him and four other men huddled around, pulling on what looked like security uniforms as they spoke in Portuguese, finalizing the details of their plan. Lucky me, I got there right on time to stop them before they decided to do something stupid. Unfortunately, Oscar looked up at that moment and found himself staring me dead in the face. “Mi vida, what are you doing here?” His voice was hushed, like he was trying to hide what he was saying from the others, two of which had guns trained on me.

“I could ask you the same. Joaquin.”

The colour drained from his face as anger burned in his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“I think you know.” My gun was sitting in the pocket of my hoodie, reachable, but I would need a fucking miracle to get to it quickly. “You thought you could hide this shit from me?”

Oscar - Joaquin - stared at me. “You took it!” He bellowed, hand coming up to slap me across the face.

He didn’t make contact. No, I caught his hand in my gloved one and pulled him close, my gun now muzzle-first against his neck. “Yeah. I did. False flag operations usually require a little more planning than just this. Who’s the handler?”

Nothing.

“I’ll kill him and then all but one of you, who will die painfully,” I threatened, waving the gun around and watched one of the men before me slowly put his gun on the floor. “Good boy.”

“I’ll kill you!” The man I knew as my fiancé had begun ranting, cursing me out in Portuguese. “I swear to God, I will kill you and bury you so deep that no one but the spiders and worms will find you!”

The last threads on my resolve snapped. The persona I had embodied too many times on missions came roaring back, and I backhanded Joaquin across the face before kicking him in the chest with my booted foot. “Who. Is. Responsible?”

“I’m not telling you.”

Well then. I grabbed his shirt with one hand, pressing my gun to his forehead, before repeating myself. “I have no qualms with putting a bullet in every joint of yours, so try again.” The look on my face was blank, emotionless. The Ghost eyes, a colleague had called them.

“No.”

Fine by me. I pulled the vials from my pocket, tossing them to each man around me. “I am going to give you boss this,” I wiggled the clear liquid, allowing each man to watch it slosh against the sides. “And one of you is going to tell me what you have planned, and I’ll consider telling you which one is the antidote.”

“Fern!” Joaquin was yelling now, head thrashing side to side as I popped open the vial and poured it down his throat as he lay there twisting under me. The shouts turned into coughing and gagging, and when I removed my foot from his chest, he rolled over, fingers going down his throat, trying to throw up whatever I had given him.

“So? What’ll it be?”

The smallest man in the room immediately began explaining. He told me what the target was, what they had planned, who had ordered it. He told me everything, before collapsing. He and the others had caught the thallium coated vials, the toxin seeping into his skin as he had stood there.

None of the vials had been an antidote, they were realizing this now.

And after one fell, so did the others, each falling unconscious from the amount of thallium that coated each little glass container. Each man would remain there, a bullet passing through each of their temples, silencing them forever. Ever the diligent agent, not a bullet remained at the scene, those I would bury in my flower bed at home, where they would never be found.

Joaquin though, he was still alive. For now. No one except me knew the ingredients of what I had given him and it would stay that way. His voice was nothing more than a gurgle, yet still full of pain so deep that it took every fibre of his being to creep closer to me.

Too bad he wouldn’t ever leave the building. I made sure of that.

===

Months afterwards, I had rebuilt my life in Austin. It took a while, but eventually I was able to open a flower shop that I proudly named Hera’s Orchard. I worked 10-5, putting together bouquets, boutineers, and the like for weddings, events, prom, and just because. It was exactly the life I wanted for myself after the CIA. After Oscar.

I didn’t dwell on him for too long. He had lied the entirety of our relationship, the exact details were still unclear to me, but for once in my life, I was okay with that. He would only be a blip on the radar that was my life, so inconsequential that his name wouldn’t register.

Three weeks after opening, I hired my first and only three employees, Charlie, Mavis, and Lori. Charlie, I could tell, had a huge crush on me. Why I had no idea, but it made me chuckle on the odd night when my house was too quiet with just me and Andy. We were a small florist’s shop, and we got nowhere near enough traffic to require more people than that. And it worked for us.

There was, of course, a back room that was off limits. I told my employees that it was a special climate-controlled environment that required minimal handling and were plants that I had specially ordered. However, this was only a portion of the truth. The special plants were those that produced very dangerous poisons, some of which, when distilled down, were untraceable when combined with others.

It was a hobby of mine. Simple as that.

Plants were simple, but the concoctions they brewed were anything but. It added a new layer to the life I had built for myself and it thrilled me to no end. I built a lab in the basement of the house Oscar had left me. There, I spent my evenings and weekends playing around with different mixtures, testing theories and my own limits. It made it hard not to think about Oscar - Joaquin - some days. His death had been full of agony; a deep, writhing, biting pain that had snaked through his veins, lighting up every nerve ending in his body and it had been my final gift to him. A final thank you for a waste of three perfectly good years.

The relationship might have been fake, but his will wasn’t and neither was his life insurance. So I guess it did all work out in the end.

My creations sat there, gathering dust. Just like I was. I craved excitement, and for the first time, I found myself missing my old job. I had grown complacent, set in my ways. I had to change that before it would be the death of me.

Across the street from my flower shop sat a cute little bakery called Cora’s. I knew from Mavis that the cinnamon donuts were worth killing over, and from my observation, it was frequented by a lot of women. Not that that was anything of note, but after a few months of being open, I had noticed the pattern of women who seemed to shrink in on themselves as they walked in the doors, only to leave minutes later with a coffee cup and something that most of them stuffed into a pocket.

Well, consider me interested. Something was afoot.

I began my own investigation. Coming by every few days, making sure I didn’t have a pattern, and placing orders for my shop while inside as I sipped my drink of choice for the day. Sure I was casing the place, but I learned a lot.

The owners, a pair of women, who I came to know as Emory and Birdie, were kind but intimidating in the sense that they knew something you didn’t. Even their friend, Atlas, a local defence attorney, had the same look in her eyes, and I was immediately intrigued. I watched and waited, eventually introducing myself to the owners as the owner of the flower shop across the way, and I knew that I had an in.

One phrase seemed popular. “A pomegranate scone, please”, “Could I add a pomegranate scone to that?”, “A large coffee and a pomegranate scone.” An odd request to happen so frequently, given that the menu item didn’t exist, and whoever was behind the counter, whether that be an owner, or someone else, almost always paused before sliding something across the counter.

My interest was piqued, and one night I stayed late at the shop, watching the lights at Cora’s shut off, while a queue of people seemed to grow longer and longer by the minute, stemming from the back of the building.

Strange.

I armed myself, slipping into the queue silently before ducking inside a speakeasy. It was electrifying, especially since I had been out of the spy game for a while now, and it was like I was coming home.

I wandered through the building, taking in the musicians and the performers, watching the patrons, noting the clothing, the way they carried themselves. At this point, I caught sight of a woman I had seen at Cora’s earlier that day. One who had used the phrase. She was curled in on herself, intentionally making herself small. Markers of a woman in distress.

Slipping down the hallway after her, I watched her enter a room with four women sitting around a table. What happened there with that woman was none of my business, but she met my gaze when she left. It was full of relief, confidence, and something new that had a pep in her step. “Thank them again for me,” she whispered as she slipped past me down the hall, and I saw her exit through the back door, disappearing into the night.

Now it was my turn for an audience.

I stepped into the room, the pieces of my investigation slotting into place as I watched recognition flicker over three of the faces. Emory, Atlas, Birdie, and another woman had stood on my entrance, their faces torn between confusion, anger, and something else. Something dark lingered in the eyes of the fourth woman. “So. This is where the code gets you.”

“Fern.” Birdie’s voice was so unlike its usually chipper nature. I had intruded on something secret and she did not want me here. “What are you doing?”

“Offering my help. These women you are helping need more than a gun, or being able to smother whoever is hurting them.” There was no humour in the eyes of the usually laughing Emory. She was doing her best to pin me to the spot with her glare. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

“You need my help,” I continued, walking up to the table. “If you really want to protect these women, as you claim to do, then you need this.” I placed a vial of my newest mixture on the table, grinning a little as they turned slightly to glance at it.

The one woman I didn’t recognize, scoffed. “Water in a little jar isn’t going to do anything for these women.” Her voice was sharp, by my guess a woman who had served her country for as long as she could, and she was clearly not a fan of me being here.

I grinned. “If that were water, then I’d be wasting all of our times. I have a specific skill set that is helpful to you and you would be wise to take me up on it.” My tone left little room for argument. I was dead-set on joining this ‘girl-gang’ of sorts. Their cause was admirable, but they needed help. “Besides. I caught you with your pants down, that isn’t a good business model.”

A look was exchanged between the trio of women, before one nodded sharply. “You are the first person to find us like this,” Atlas commented. A part of her seemed impressed, but I knew better than to believe that these women weren’t dangerous.

“And I intend on being the last. You give me a chance to ensure that these work the way I intend them to. I help you ensure that this sanctum is only penetrated by those needing our help. Do we have a deal?”

Emory smirked. “What makes you think we need you?” A typical posturing move, she was unsure and trying to compensate. If I were right, then she was a woman like the kind she helped, using her past experiences to guide her anger at the man who hurt her and channeling it into punishing the abusers, douchebags, and those who deserved it. “You said it yourself, you just walked right on in here. We have been doing just fine without you.”

“You have. I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge that.” It would be stupid of me to think that they weren’t capable. I had made a career on men and even other women doubting my abilities, my intelligence. I wouldn’t make the same mistakes that those morons had. “I only think your mission could be better served if your doors weren’t so easily slipped through. You could better protect these women with my skill set in combination with yours.”

“Hmmm.”

I nodded at the vial on the table. “Give that a try. If it doesn’t yield the intended results, then we pretend this didn’t happen. I won’t say a word because I clearly know very little of what happens here. But,” I paused to meet Emory’s gaze, holding it with mine. “If it does its job, you know where to find me. Have a good night ladies.”

And just like that, I walked out of the inner sanctum of the women that I would come to know as the Furies, not looking behind me. I took a risk, a calculated one. I only had to hope that my skills were something that they deemed useful. If not, then as I promised, I wouldn’t say a word. Their mission was admirable, ambitious, but one that was important.

I got word a few days later via a basket of muffins that Emory wanted to chat with me. The basket had a phone number written in dark red pen on the little tag that hung from it, and once my staff were preoccupied with picking the ones they wanted, I stole away to call who I hoped would be a friend and ally soon.

We spoke quickly. Emory had wanted to tell me sooner rather than later that my poison had worked. That it was untraceable.

Now that surprised me.

“And,” Emory began. “We’d like to take you up on your offer of helping us ensure the safety of these women. Plausible deniability is everything in this line of work. It helps us keep them safe.”

“I sense a ‘but’ somewhere in that sentence.” My tone was light, almost humorous. I knew my work was excellent, but proof of it made my heart sing. “What’s the catch?”

Emory paused and the line went silent for a few moments. “There is an NDA. You didn’t come about joining us the usual way. We need to ensure our safety.”

“I understand that, Em. But please consider that if I wanted to harm you and the others, I could and you wouldn’t know until it was too late.” I had to make that fact perfectly clear. “But,” I continued, “I have no intention of doing do. I will sign the paperwork.”

There was a rush of air on the other end of the phone. “Good. Now, about the ad Cora’s has posted. You already know that asking for a pomegranate scone gets you help from us, do you have something you want to add?”

I hummed in thought. In truth, I had spent a long time thinking about this arrangement these women had and what my own involvement would entail. “Have them ask for a custom bouquet of asphodel and other blooms. Only I handle the custom orders.”

“Expect Atlas soon with the paperwork. Welcome to the Furies.”

===

I spent my days arranging flowers and bouquets for the good men and women of Austin, while nights I was either lurking in the darkness of the Underworld, Birdie’s speakeasy or holed up in my lab working on the latest batch of poisons that would debilitate the worst kind of man the universe could make: a coward who beat, belittled, looked down upon the woman he chose to share his life with.

A month after I had joined the ranks of the Furies, a furious ex-husband of a client stormed the speakeasy had made a run for the woman. It had taken me nothing to step in front of him, defending her. “Get out of my way bitch!” He was so drunk that I could practically taste the alcohol on his breath. Red face, twitching eyes, slight slur to his words, and half a stumble every time he took a step, it was a miracle he hadn’t passed out. “Move or… I’llmoveyou.”

Needless to say, I didn’t move. His presence in the speakeasy was a sign that things had to change some more. If one husband could come here after his wife, then the whole point of Persephone’s - Emory’s - mission was wasted. He swung at me, a wild haymaker that missed me by miles. I fired back with two quick jabs to the side, sending him stumbling into the wall. Each swing he took hit nothing but air. He was too drunk to do anything more than stand let alone throw a punch, so I kicked his ass out the door, sending him on his way with a black eye and several bruises to his abdomen.

That one night earned me the nickname Bruiser, and I found out from Birdie that the task force was very interested in how a man had had a run in with a Fury and not wound up murdered that instant. The mere thought always made me smile, especially since he was found dead a week later with fentanyl left in his bloodstream.

It was also the night I met Natasha. She had approached me after I sent that man out the door and to say I was drawn to her was undercutting the entire experience. Soft dark hair, intelligent brown eyes, and just the right amount of muscle to still appear deceptively delicate and she had her sights on me. It was electrifying being in her presence, I hadn’t been so attracted to someone since Oscar, and here she was, her hand on my bicep, eyes cutting into mine in a way that had my head spinning.

“Want to go somewhere more quiet?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, a furious blush covering my face.

Thankfully, all it did was make her grin. “Of course. Where were you thinking?”

“My shop is across the street?”

She nodded, motioning for me to lead the way. I let her into my office, sitting in my desk chair watching as she perched on the desk in front of me.

“So. Was this all a ploy to murder me, Fern?” Her question was full of teasing, but it still sent a bolt of fear down my spine.

“How do you know my name?”

She chuckled. “My best friend is married to Birdie. Bob?”

“Oh yeah. Somehow it’s easy to forget that she’s married,” I mused aloud, ignoring the bright smile on the face of the woman in front of me. “It has to be how she carries herself.”

Natasha smirked as she placed her hands on the armrests of the chair I was sitting in, my words seemingly lost between my mouth and her ears. “What do you want from me, Fern? A chat? A quick fuck?” She’d ignored the words I spoke moments earlier, choosing instead to cut past the formalities of getting to know someone.

Her bluntness made me laugh. “I just wanted to get to know you, Sargeant.” I held up her badge for her to see, grinning as she gaped at me. “You aren’t the only one with tricks.”

The room fell silent. Natasha’s presence filled the room we were in, a cloying feeling that enveloped all of my senses. It was like the summer air after a storm, thick, heavy and it made you sweat. I wanted more at the same time as parts of me wanted to leave. However, Natasha knew she had the upper hand and she didn’t waste it, ducking her head down to snare my lips in a kiss that stole my breath.

I pulled her towards me, sliding her off the desk and onto my lap, as I kissed her back, content to let her have control for the moment. When she pulled back for air, I seized the moment to trail teasing kisses across her collarbones and throat. It made me grin as I felt her breath hitch as I kissed over a spot just below her jaw. A hand gripped my jaw, steering my lips back to hers and her sigh allowed me to slip my tongue into her mouth, pulling her closer to my chest.

One of Natasha’s hands braced itself against the wall behind me, the other bracing my jaw as her clever mouth nipped and teased. I had gotten lost in the feeling of her lips on mine, that a sharp bite to my lower lip drew me back to the present moment. The same moment that this dream of a woman sat straddling my lap, kissing me. She was everything I hadn’t known I needed. Touches that sent sparks racing through my body and kisses that made my head spin. I barely knew her and yet I already knew that she would be my weakness.

I don’t know how long we sat there, making out like teenagers in my office, but it was one of the best moments of my life. Eventually, Natasha did have to leave but she stopped in my doorway, letting her eyes trail over my position in the chair as she chewed on her lower lip. It was enough to have me standing up, a card in my hand. “Next time you’re looking for a ‘chat’, Sargent, you know where to find me.”

“And if I want more?” Her dark eyes were a gleam with an unspoken challenge, and it had my blood pumping like I had just ran a marathon. “What does the infamous ‘Bruiser’ think of that, Fern?”

The grin on my lips matched the mirth in her eyes. “I don’t know, Natasha. You’ll just have to call and see.”

She plucked the card from my hand, kissed me softly once more before slipping out the front door of the shop. I watched her go, leaning against the counter, a hand pressing against my lips, mesmerized by the dark haired woman that had slid into my life so seamlessly. I hoped that she would call, that she wasn’t just a ploy used by the task force to unbalance us.

Moments later, my phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lit up to reveal a message from an unknown number: Does this count as calling? I need to see you again.

Her message made me chuckle as I typed back: I guess I can count it. Meet me at the shop tmw at 6. We can have dinner and talk.

A responding thumbs up flashed across my phone almost immediately. As I stuffed my phone into my pocket, a sinking feeling quenched the thrill that had been lodged deep in my chest. I couldn’t afford to get hurt again and I knew that Natasha would be the end of me.

Flash forward a year later

Natasha and I had been going strong for a year now and she had a difficult job, balancing me and my secrets with her duty as a police Sargeant, and I figured that it was time that she was read in on what was going on.

Except she refused. “What I do know is too much right now,” Nat told me. “My love, I want to know, don’t get me wrong. But I can’t protect you if I know everything.”

That part had confused me. “What do you mean?” We had been laying together in bed, her head pillowed on my bare chest as she curled into me. “I can protect us both.”

“I can still be called to testify against you if you are caught. I don’t want to know. Not yet.” Her voice, while soft in volume, was firm in its tone. She had risen up in her elbow to look at me and I couldn’t help but stare. She was a vision against the pale coloured sheets, her dark hair standing out as she played with my fingers, and like I had known from the start, she proved that losing her would be the end of me.

My voice stuck in my throat and it took several tries until I was able to croak out “You mean you want to wait until we get married?”

She nodded. “I do. That way, I can’t testify against you. I love you too much to put you at risk like this.” Her eyes were nervous, like she was afraid that she had said too much.

Okay. I could deal with that. “I love you too, Nat.”

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A/N: So this is Bruisey! I had so much fun writing her story from before she was a Fury, and I hope you all enjoyed it too!

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Bring Her Home, Bradshaw : Prologue

Welcome to Raccoon City, Rookie

pairing: bradley bradshaw x mitchell!reader (not touched on here)

characters: bradley n. bradshaw, jake seresin, sherry birkin, unamed zombies and misc characters

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, cannon gore and violence, descriptions of being eaten, descriptions of the undead, being taken by the military, guns, injuries, lmk if i missed any

word count: ~1.5k (i know it’s weird, but it’s just the prologue to get you excited 🤩)

a/n: this story is based off the games with bradley as leon kennedy, so the dialogue and scenes are inspired by the game play. bradley’s inner monologue however is from my brain

summary: rookie cop bradley bradshaw is late, and hungover, for his first day at his new post in Raccoon City. but maybe that’s what saves his life.

‘bring her home, bradshaw’ universe

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September 29, 1998

Bradley rubbed his face, feeling the effects of his hangover as he stopped at a gas station.

He was already late for his first shift as a Raccoon City Police Officer, so stopping for gas was probably a bad idea. But he had also gotten a call a week before telling him not to come in, so they most likely weren’t expecting him. And the station was right outside the city.

As he pumped his gas, he took note of his surroundings.

The station looks practically deserted.

“No one’s around…” He hummed, clocking the ‘OPEN’ sign on the door. “That’s weird.”

As he watched the door, noticing that the lights inside were also off, he heard a noise come from inside. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion and took the gas nozzle out and put it away.

He walked around the front of the car and saw a trail of bloody footprints and puddles of blood leading towards the door. The churning of his gut to him to follow them.

It’s probably not the smartest decision Bradley could have made, but it was the one he chose. He became a police officer to help people, but he didn’t need a uniform to do that.

He looked through the fogged glass before opening the door and going inside.

“Hello? Anyone there?” He looked down and saw a flashlight that was turned on. He picked it up and scanned the shelves and the floor.

He had this itch in his throat and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as his spine felt rigid. “Something’s not right…” He mumbled to himself, standing up and moving to inspect another aisle.

There was more blood on the tile and he had to swallow the nerves, but he couldn’t stop the cold sweat from running down his back. “C’mon Bradshaw, you trained for this,” he thought to himself as he shined the flashlight behind the counter.

His ears picked up on a small, breathy groan and he turned toward it.

He moved towards the coolers and turned to his right.

Against the wall next to a door that leads to behind the coolers, was a man holding his neck and sitting in a pool of blood, but he was breathing. Bradley took in what he was wearing and concluded the man was an employee.

He jogged over, “Are you okay?” The man only pointed toward the back room with a hand that shook violently with adrenaline. Bradley nodded, “Okay. Don’t move.. I’ll be back for you.”

Bradley took a deep breath and walked in.

The chill hit him immediately, causing him to involuntarily shiver. He walked in a little further and heard the heavy door behind him slam shut. “Shit,” he grumbled.

His attention was drawn away from that by what sounded like a struggle.

He approached the slightly opened door and pushed it open, flashing his light on the two figures.

One of them was an officer.

Bradley immediately offered his assistance, “Officer, you need help?” The officer held out his hand, “Stay back, sir, I’ve got this.”

Since he was distracted, the other person, if you could even call it that, tackled the officer to the ground.

“Hey! Hey! Get off him, right now!” Bradley tried.

But to his horror, the assailant instead bit down on the officer’s neck and pulled up. The tendons and muscles stretched before snapping under the tension. Bradley watched blood pour out of the man’s neck for a terrified moment before panning up to see the assailant, still with the piece of flesh in his mouth.

Bradley was frozen in shock as he took in the gray, leathery flesh that had begun to rot away and the blood dripping down its chin. Its lifeless, pale eyes reflected the light and burned themselves into Bradley’s memory, surely to haunt him for the rest of his life.

The creature stood up and kicked Bradley into gear.

He pulled his gun from his waistband and pointed it at the, what was once, a man, “Freeze! I’ll shoot!” ‘Like that’s gonna fuckin’ work. Shoot it now!’ He rationalized before shooting the zombie in the face.

It took three shots to get him to go down.

Bradley had to get out of there. He ran to the other door only to find it locked and he needed a key.

He turned and went to find it. He stepped over the two dead bodies and went down the little aisle that was beside them.

Afraid the creature might get back up, he kept his gun at the ready as he searched the shelves for the key. He found it on a key hook by the desk at the end of the row.

He turned back, on a mission to get the hell out of there as he tried to get back to the door as quickly as possible.

When he got back to the corpses, the one he shot was getting up.

“This can’t be happening,” he said before shooting at it again. He couldn’t waste his ammo, but he had to try and kill this thing.

When it fell over again he ran past it, but he felt it grab at his pant leg. “I’ve gotta get the fuck out of here.” He took the key out of his pocket and shoved it in the lock, turning it and pushing the door open.

His ears were immediately bombarded by loud groans and growls.

He moved his light around, catching the worker he saw earlier now standing. But he could tell that they were far from okay. Next to him, a zombie crawled toward him. As it began to stand, he shot it before turning to the other in front of him and shooting it as well.

The way out on Bradley’s left was blocked so he ran around the shelves, nearly getting hit by a falling rack.

When he got near the door it swung open, revealing a blond guy. “Don’t shoot!” He said, hands up with his eyes wide.

But Bradley was focused on the zombies behind him, “Get down!” The guy ducked and Bradley shot the creature in the face, blowing a chunk out of his jaw. Bradley stepped around the blond man and cleared the area.

The guy stood up and Bradley glanced at him. “You alright?” The guy looked around, “Yeah, I think so… thanks.” “You can thank me later, when we’re safe.”

Both looked at the approaching zombies. “Holy shit…” They had guns trained on them. Behind them, one slammed against the door’s glass.

Bradley saw the running squad car and gestured toward it, “Come on!” They ran to it, dodging zombies, “Get in!” They jumped in and he put it in gear, “Hold on!”

He peeled out of there and down the highway towards Raccoon City.

Now they had a chance to breathe.

The guy turned to him, “What the hell was that!?” Bradley sighed, “I don’t know. Hopefully they’ll have some answers for us down at the police station.”

“Wait, you're a cop?” He nodded, “Yeah, Bradley Bradshaw. You are…?” “Jake – Jake Seresin,” he introduced, glancing out the window.

“You live around here?” Bradley asked, eyes staying on the road. “No, not anymore. I’m looking for my brother. He’s a cop too,” Jake said. “Well, good thing we found each other.” Bradley shook his head, “I don’t know what to expect anymore…”

This was the start to the night that would change Bradley’s life forever.

****

The sun practically blinded Bradley, Jake, and Sherry as they walked out of the tunnel.

“So, what now?” Bradley asked Jake as they watched Sherry skip in front of them. Jake shrugged, “I don’t know. Look for Chris, I guess. I found a note in the station and saw that he was somewhere in Europe. I’ll probably start there.”

Bradley nodded and took a deep inhale of the fresh air.

“What about you? What’s your plan?” Jake asked, glancing at him. Bradley shrugged, “I don’t know. I still wanna be a cop. But someone’s gotta look after the kid.” Jake nodded and pointed to Bradley’s bandaged shoulder, “First thing you might want to do is get that check out.” Bradley chuckled, “Yeah, those herbs only did so much.”

Eventually, Jake had to go off on his own.

“Hopefully this isn’t it, Officer Bradshaw,” Jake stuck his hand out. Bradley shook it, “Don’t be a stranger, Jake. I hope you find your brother. Call me if you need anything.”

Jake squatted down, “I gotta go, Sher.” “You gotta find your brother. But don’t forget about me okay?” “Forget you? I don’t think I could ever forget you, Sherry Birkin.” They shared a quick hug before Jake went off on his own.

Bradley grabbed Sherry’s hand and they began walking. “So are you like my dad now?” His eyes widened a little, “Uh, well-” He looked down at her, “I’m more like you’re older brother.” Sherry hummed and skipped, “I’ve always wanted an older brother.” “Now you got one.”

The little girl looked up at him, “Can we get a dog?” Bradley laughed, “We’ll see. I have to get used to having you around first.”

They walked for a little longer before they were suddenly surrounded by black military vehicles and choppers.

Bradley pushed Sherry behind him, “What the hell?”

“Bradley Bradshaw, this is the United States Military! You and the girl need to come with us!”

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