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mads-weasley · 8 months

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Epiphany Pt. 2: Out of the Woods

Lewis Nixon x Reader

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A/N: here's chapter two, guys! thanks to everyone who responded to the first part! y'all made my day! without further ado, enjoy! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Summary: Operation Overlord is upon Easy Company, and the brave paratroopers get their first taste of war.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of death, blood

Hundreds of tents lined the muddy fields surrounding the Upottery Airfield in preparation for Operation Overlord. (Y/n) found a dry spot amongst 2nd platoon and laid out all of her supplies. Looking at the various grenades, mines, and other random items, she groaned. “How am I supposed to put all of this in a pack? It’s ridiculous!”

“Tell me about it! ”Joe Toye scoffed from her right, staring down at his pile. “I’ve got a three-day supply of ‘K’ rations, chocolate bars, charms, candy, powdered coffee, sugar, matches, compass, bayonet, entrenching tool, ammunition, gas mask, musette bag with ammo, my webbing, my .45, canteen, two cartons of smokes, Hawkins mine, two grenades, smoke grenades, Gammon grenade, TNT, this bull, and a pair of nasty skivvies!”

Perconte rolled his eyes, tired of Joe’s rant. “What’s your point?”

“Come on,” Toye fumed. “This stuff weighs as much as I do! Probably twice as much as (y/l/n).”

“Yeah, yeah,” she chuckled as Joe continued.

“I still got my chute, my reserve chute, my Mae West, and my M-1.”

Frank got up and walked past the group, calling over his shoulder with an amused expression. “Where are you keeping your brass knuckles?”

“I could use some brass knuckles,” Toye sighed, sitting back on his heels.

(Y/n) finished readying her pack and attempted to lift it over her shoulder with a grunt.

“You and me both, Joe,” she gritted, failing the first few tries.

The fourth time, it weighed considerably less, and she was able to wobbly sit it on her shoulder without tipping over. A proud smile grew on her face, but when she turned and saw who was there, her lips formed a fake pout.

“Nix, you know I could’ve done that by myself?”

The officer laughed, his bright smile making an appearance. “Sure, I thought watching you fail three times was enough.”

Realizing he just admitted to watching her, he shifted from foot to foot and cleared his throat. “Two years. Two years of training led us here. Crazy, right?”

“Yeah,” she murmured, looking around at all her fellow soldiers. “I can’t believe it’s been that long.”

“Well, time did seem to crawl by when we were with Sobel.”

“Absolutely. I still remember his dumbfounded face when Luz impersonated Major Horton. It was the best day of my life.”

Vest came by with pamphlets, handing them to every soldier, announcing they were from Colonel Sink.

“George,” (y/n) called. “Can you do Sink?”

“Does a wild bear crap in the woods, son? Uh, sweetheart?” He corrected, cringing. “Doll? Your majesty? Great and mighty (y/n)?”

(Y/n) raised her eyebrows at him, smirking. “Nice try.”

Cracking a smile, he held up the paper and began reading it as the Colonel. “Soldiers of the regiment, tonight is the night-,” his voice lowered, becoming serious as he continued. “-of nights. Today, as you read this, you are en route to the great adventure for which you have trained for over two years.”

The message hung in the air as each paratrooper took it in. They were going to war. The realization washed over (y/n) like a bucket of ice water, and her mind flashed with the faces of the men she’d come to call brothers.

Don, George, Skip, Alex, Frank, Lip…

It could be the last time she saw some of them.

“Hey,” Nix smirked and pointed at the various mohawks Lieb had given some men, oblivious to her anxiety-ridden mind. “I think you should try that hairstyle.”

She rolled her eyes and playfully smacked him on the chest. “Whatever.”

When he didn’t reply, she followed his line of sight to Lieutenant Meehan, who stood atop a jeep. ”Easy Company! Listen up! Gather around me.”

Once Easy was fully gathered, he continued. “Now, the Channel coast is socked in with rain and fog. High winds on the drop zone. No jump tonight!”

Grumbles broke out from the men as they looked at each other in disbelief.

“The invasion has been postponed. We’re on a 24-hour stand-down. Drill sergeants, take charge.”

(Y/n) looked up at Nix as he lit a cigarette, shaking her head with a groan. “Great.”

“What?” He shrugged. “Can’t put up with me for another 24 hours?”

“You know what? You’re insufferable, Nix.”

JUNE 6th, 1944: UPOTTERY AIRFIELD

The channel cleared the next day, and the jump was back on. (Y/n) removed her helmet and grabbed the grease paint from George’s outstretched hand.

“I hate this stuff,” she grumbled, twisting off the cap.

She felt someone take the small can from her hand and recognized the culprit by their low chuckle.

(Y/n) turned to face him with a playful scowl. “Why are you so immature, Lewis?”

“Lewis?” He gasped, a hand flying to his chest. “Oh, I’ve really done it now.”

Her scowl broke as she shoved him lightly. “Shut up.”

“See, I think you’re overthinking this,” he stated, holding up the tin. “All you have to do is get a glob,” he scooped a few fingers into the can. “-And rub it on your face, like so.”

To (y/n)’s dismay, he quickly reached out and smeared the paint down her cheek with a proud smirk.

“See? Voilà.”

Mouth hanging open, she snatched the can from him, hardly concealing her newly formed amused smile. “I hate you,” she deadpanned as she started toward the rest of her platoon.

His hand reached out and grasped her wrist. “Hang on. Let me fix it.”

“Fine,” she huffed.

Lew knew her well enough to see that it was taking all her willpower to keep the corners of her lips from curling into a smile. He thought it was an admirable attempt, but he could see straight through her.

What he didn’t expect was her glare to drop completely when he lightly tugged her closer by her wrist. An unreadable expression passed over her face, and Lew discovered he might not be able to read her as well as he thought.

Peering down at her, he softly brushed her (y/h/c) flyaways from her face before leaning down to be at eye level with her. (Y/n)’s breath hitched slightly at the gentle touch, and she looked up to meet his eyes.

“Don’t make me look like a raccoon, okay?” She whispered, nervousness flowing through her veins.

With a nod, he got some paint on a few fingers and cupped her jaw with his other hand before making lines across her forehead and cheeks. Tilting her face up softly, his touch trailed down her nose down to her lips. Nix’s gaze stayed there for a moment, swallowing thickly as he noticed their curve and the slight pout they were shaped in.

‘It would be so easy to lean in and…stop,’ he caught himself.

“Uh, all done,” he murmured, dropping his hands to his pockets.

(Y/n) blinked, coming down from the high of his touch. “Thank you,” she replied, her gaze locked with his. “Do you need any help with yours?”

Snapping out of his daze, he smiled bashfully. “I’ve got it.”

A few seconds later, Dick approached them, all geared up and ready to go. “It’s time.”

D-Day had begun.

Staring at the solemn faces of Skip and George across from her, the endless possibilities of what could go wrong flooded her mind as her stomach began to churn.

What if their stick blew up?

What if she was captured?

What if she was killed?

(Y/n) looked up at the sleeping man beside her, admiring his face in the dim light of the plane. Her eyes followed the curve of his nose down to his parted lips as soft breaths passed through them. Even covered in grease in a dark C-47, he was still breathtaking.

What if he was killed?

When they first met in that putrid-smelling mess hall in Toccoa, (y/n) never would have guessed what would become of the pair. The mysterious aura that first drew her to him was quickly wiped away after a few months, revealing a kind, but complicated, man who was sometimes too smart for his own good.

He was there to vent to when Captain Sobel revoked her weekend pass because her hair was “too long,” and was simply always there to support her. Through the new COs, new bases, and even new countries, he’d been a constant. Over the last two years, he’d been there for her, and she realized that if anything happened to him, she wouldn’t know what to do.

Sure, she was close with the other men in Easy, especially 2nd platoon, but those relationships were… different. Her heart didn’t skip a beat when George Luz or Chuck Grant walked into a room. Their smile didn’t cause heat to rush to her cheeks.

He was her best friend. There was no other way to describe it.

But do best friends look at each other the way they do?

Her thoughts continued to run rampant for the next hour as the paratroopers got closer to their destination. To her left, Tab was deep in thought, as well, pulling at his bottom lip as he usually did when thinking. Pulling herself from her thoughts, (y/n) nudged him with her shoulder.

“So, I heard you got a present from home.”

He dropped his hand to his lap and grinned as he fished something from his bag. “Yeah, courtesy of the Kokomo police department.”

Floyd showed her the revolver with a proud expression. “It feels good to have a little bit of home with me.”

“That’s great, Tab. I’m glad you’ve got support like that from home.”

“What did your folks have to say about you joining up?” He asked.

(Y/n) took a deep breath before answering, willing the memory from her mind. “They weren’t thrilled, that’s for sure.”

He elbowed her side gently with a chuckle. “Well, we’re all real glad you decided to join this mess. Who else is gonna keep all of us straight?”

Laughing to herself, (y/n) leaned her helmet back against the rumbling wall of the plane, wishing sleep would welcome her soon. Her eyes shot open after a few minutes when the aircraft shook with turbulence. Nausea crept up her throat at the movement, and she groaned at the realization she wasn’t going to get any rest.

Time seemed to stretch on forever sitting on the hard metal seat of the plane. Some of the other men started to rouse and have small conversations around her, but all she could think about was her parents. Could they stand to lose another child?

Tears burned her eyes as her mind replayed the moment they heard the news about Pearl Harbor and her brother’s fate. Her mother’s wails when she collapsed onto the floor beside the radio. The deep ache in her chest didn’t seem to go away with time, and she doubted it ever would.

(Y/n) was pulled from her thoughts by a gentle hand on her shaking knee.

“You’re gonna be okay, (y/n/n).”

Lew.

“Yeah,” she sighed, furiously blinking away her tears. “I’m not worried about myself, though.”

“Don’t worry about me, alright? Stay focused on yourself.”

(Y/n) smirked and raised an eyebrow. “What made you think I was worried about you, mister ‘yale know-it-all?’”

At that moment, Nixon was thankful for the dark plane, for she couldn’t see the flush that crept across his cheeks. “Only by the kind way you speak to me,” he retorted, rolling his eyes.

Within seconds, his face became serious. “But I mean it, (y/n). Please be careful.”

“I will, Lew. You too, okay?” She replied, grasping his hand atop her knee.

Their conversation was cut short by the red light flashing on beside Dick. Nodding at each other, they prepared for what was about to happen.

“Get ready!” Lieutenant Winters yelled above the rumble of the plane. “Stand up! Hook Up! Equipment check!”

Following orders, they stood, hooked up, and started checking their helmets, followed by pulling on the harnesses of those in front of them. George stood between Nix and (y/n) in line, separating the pair.

“Don’t enjoy this too much,” George jeered back to her as she checked his equipment.

Through his humor, she could see the fear that each of them felt.

Dick’s voice filled the plane again. “Sound off for equipment check!”

“Ten okay!”

“Nine okay!”

“Eight okay!”

“Seven okay!”

Hearing her heartbeat in her ears, (y/n) attempted to push her fear deep down.

“Six okay!” Chuck yelled, tapping her on the shoulder.

(Y/n) repeated the motion for George, shouting. “Five okay,”

“Four okay!”

“Three okay!”

“Two okay!”

“One okay!” Winters finished, looking out the jump door.

Within seconds, the cloud cover dissipated, and explosions filled the air, violently tilting the plane sideways. (Y/n) lost her balance and fell back onto her seat with a curse. Luckily, Chuck grabbed her harness and hoisted her back on her feet in front of him.

As the plane continued to shake beneath their feet, she looked through the small window at the stick beside them just in time to see it get hit and go down in flames. Her mouth went dry at the sight, and she prayed that they wouldn’t share the same fate.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Someone yelled at the back of the plane.

Lip turned behind him. “Does that light look green to you?”

The man didn’t get to respond as gunfire ripped through the plane, peppering him with shrapnel.

“I’m hit!”

Among the chaos, the green light flicked on, and Winters called out to them. “Let’s go!”

Without hesitation, he jumped out the door, followed by Gene, Lew, and George. Following Luz, (y/n) didn’t even look before pushing herself out the door.

The first thing she felt was the wind whipping at her equipment as she fell through the air. Anti-aircraft shells exploded around her, adding to the deafening cacophony surrounding her. Explosions, screams, gunfire…it was a sound she’d never forget.

Even with her parachute deployed, the ground was fast approaching. To her panic, she couldn’t see her DZ anywhere. To make matters even worse, the wind guided her toward the dense forest instead of one of the many open fields surrounding her. She tried to pull up on the risers to change her direction, but it was too late. Within seconds, she flew into the tall European oak trees she tried so desperately to avoid.

All air left her lungs as she slammed into a tree, sending her falling through the branches. The sound of snapping wood filled her ears and she hissed at the sharp stings that covered her body as she fell.

With a jolt, her descent was abruptly stopped, causing her to swing into a nearby trunk with a thwack. (Y/n) groaned at the impact, feeling pain seep into her already bruised and battered body.

“Great,” she hissed, looking up at the tangled chute. “Of course, I landed in a freaking forest.”

Seeing she was only a few feet off the ground, (y/n) let out a sigh of relief and reached for her knife. When she looked down, she cursed at the missing bag that was supposed to be attached to her leg.

‘At least I didn’t put anything important in there,’ she thought.

The (y/h/c) quickly cut herself free of the chute and fell through the air again, landing on her feet with a wince. Even though she couldn’t see herself, she knew she had to look rough. The stinging from various cuts and scratches torso, arms, and legs were a dead giveaway to her appearance.

Pulling out her M1, she quietly made her way to a clearing better illuminated by the moon. She stayed near the edge, wary of being seen, and used her compass and map to try and figure out where she was. After a few minutes, she discovered she was a few miles west of the rally point. Just as she was about to move, a drip of red on her map stole her attention. (Y/n) took off her helmet and began to run a shaky hand through her grimy hair when a sharp pain flared from her temple, making her groan at the searing sensation. Pulling her hand away, she gasped to see it covered in dark red.

The paratrooper quickly grabbed a bandage and gritted her teeth, tying it the best she could.

“Head wounds bleed the most,” Doc Roe had said in a medic seminar. “You’re gonna go through bandages quick.”

She gently placed the helmet back on her head and took a deep breath. “You can do this, (y/n),” she muttered under her breath as she started moving east toward the rally point. “You can do it.”

She’d made it to the ground, but she wasn’t out of the woods, yet.

D-Day Plus Three: Sainte-Mère-Eglise, France

Since Nix finally made it to Sainte-Mère-Eglise on June 7th, his eyes searched the crowd for one face. Every day, he kept a constant check on who arrived and who they’d seen or heard from, and for two days, he couldn’t rest.

On the third day, he overheard some men from the 82nd.

“Did you see the broad?”

On instinct, he rushed out of the makeshift company CP onto the street filled with exhausted paratroopers, ignoring the concerned looks from the men as he quickly made his way to the front of the town.

“Thank God,” he whispered, seeing her wobbly figure from a distance.

Her downcast eyes didn’t see him approach as she dragged her feet in the mud, too tired to even pick them up.

“You’re late to the party,” Lew chuckled, trying to mask his relief.

Despite the ringing pain in her head, her eyes shot up to meet his. When their gazes met, she let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. He made it.

A tired smile grew on her blood and dirt-covered face. “Nice to see you, too, Lew.”

Extending his arm out to her, Nix pulled her into a tight embrace. It was like his mind needed physical reassurance she was there.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he murmured into her helmet.

Leaning into his chest, she let the rhythm of his heart calm her fear. Even in a warzone, she felt safe in his arms. “I was worried about you, too.”

A chuckle reverberated through his chest. “So you were worried about me, huh?”

Pulling back to look at him, (y/n) smirked. “I take it back.”

His playful expression changed to concern as he noticed her pale face and the blood beneath her helmet. “Hey, what happened? You’re bleeding.”

(Y/n) ducked her head to the side. “I’m fine, Lew. Really.”

“Come on, let me see,” he urged, gently unclasping her helmet.

A hiss left him, seeing the blood-soaked cloth haphazardly tied around her head.

“(Y/n),” he sighed, one hand tilting her jaw to see the wound while the other peeled back the bandage. The gash ran from her right temple to just above her ear. “This is deep. You’re gonna need stitches. Let’s go to the aid station.”

His tender touch left her speechless. “Ok-okay,” she whispered, following him to the medic tent.

The coppery smell of blood hit her like a ton of bricks the second she entered the tent. Men were lying on cots, missing limbs, and crying in agony. (Y/n) froze, unable to tear her gaze from the carnage before her. A guiding hand on the small of her back urged her to keep walking.

“Come on, (y/n/n). This way,” Lew muttered.

He led her into another tent that was less crowded and sat her down on a nearby cot. “I’ll go find Doc. Stay here.”

Laying back on the cot, (y/n) allowed her body to fully relax for the first time in almost three days. Soreness gnawed at her muscles, leaving behind a dull ache that drained all of her energy. Within a few minutes, her eyes began to droop, and sleep finally welcomed her.

“She’s in here,” Lew said, Doc Roe in tow. “She’s got a nasty cut on her head.”

The cajun nodded. “Alright, I’ll take a look. You know head wounds bleed a lot.”

Walking into the room, their expressions softened at her curled-up form on the cot. “Is it okay if she sleeps,” Nix asked, crouching next to her.

Grimacing, Roe shook his head. “I really should check her head, sir.”

With a nod, Lew gently shook her shoulder. “Hey, (y/n/n). Doc’s here to check your head.”

She weakly groaned and sat up slowly. “I think I could sleep for a week.”

Chuckling, Gene held his index finger up in front of her face. “Follow my finger.”

After a few seconds, he sighed, grabbing a suture kit from his satchel. “Doesn’t look like you have a concussion, but that cut’ll need stitches.”

Roe carefully cleaned the wound as (y/n)’s eyes screwed shut. “You ready?” He asked.

Keeping her eyes closed, her hand shot out beside her, grasping onto Nixon’s hand tightly. “Lew, please talk to me. Say anything, I don’t care, just talk.”

He squeezed her hand in response as she let out a hiss when the first suture pulled through her split skin.

“When I was in college…”

With Lewis Nixon’s warm and reassuring hand in hers, along with his distracting words, the pain became bearable. In the small medic tent in Sainte-Mère-Eglise, Eugene smiled to himself, witnessing the intimate moment between the two.

“Ce sont des idiots.” He muttered to himself. “Des idiots en mal d’amour.”

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justabigassnerd · 1 year

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Self Discovery

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x sister!reader

Word count - 4,947

Warnings - fears of not being accepted, a lil' internalised homophobia, a smidge of angst

Summary - you make a major discovery about your sexuality, your only problem is you worry about how your brother will react

A/N - hey y'all! 'Tis new fic time! I originally started this before my Hangman fic but I put it on hold so I could write the Hangman fic. This is a very self-indulgent fic on my part and I use a few of my Top Gun Maverick headcanons so yeah. As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!!!

Growing up was weird. It was a long process of changing and figuring yourself out. You had your friends by your side and even your older brother was helping you as best he could as you grew up. He gave you advice when you asked and was there for you no matter what. What no one could ever prepare you for was the questioning of your sexuality.

Your whole life you’d grown up sure you were straight. You had friends who were part of the LGBTQ+ community, and you’d supported them unconditionally, but you’d never considered yourself part of the community.

That was until you met Charlotte.

Charlotte was a new student in your class and when you laid eyes on her, your heart rate picked up and when the teacher told her to sit next to you, you felt a slight blush appear on your cheeks as she settled herself into the seat next to you.

“Hiya, I’m Charlotte! It’s awesome to meet you!” She introduces herself excitedly, her green eyes sparkling as she turns to face you.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” You manage to force yourself to say, a smile on your face as you shake her hand, your hand burning when the contact ends, making you blush further and avert your gaze. The whole class you were distracted, fighting not to look over at Charlotte every five seconds just to see her bright smile or the way her eyes would light up when the teacher mentioned something she was interested in. When the end of the class came, you packed your stuff up and just as you slung your bag over your shoulder, Charlotte spoke up.

“Hey, do you think you could help me find my next class? I don’t really plan on getting lost on my first day.” She asks, a sudden sheepish tone to her voice that you weren’t expecting.

“Sure, let me see your schedule.” You say with a smile, taking her schedule, fighting the urge to snatch your hand away when your fingers brush against each other, sending a spark up your arm.

“Oh, we have all the same classes. I guess you’re stuck with me all day.” You laugh weakly as you hand the piece of paper back to Charlotte.

“That’s amazing! I don’t mind sticking with you if you don’t mind having the new girl following you around like a lost puppy.” She says as the two of you leave the classroom, making your way through the bustling halls towards your next class.

“I don’t mind.” You reply, leading her through the hallways. Eventually, you reach your next class and Charlotte plants herself in the seat next to you.

When it comes to lunch, you invite Charlotte to sit with you and your friends and when you locate the table your friends are sat at you both join them, with you introducing Charlotte to your friends with a smile as you sit down. Your friends welcomed Charlotte nicely, immediately including her in conversation and getting to know her. When Charlotte excused herself to go to the bathroom, all your friends waited for her to be out of earshot before leaning closer to you.

“You so have a crush on her.” Grace says with a grin as you feel yourself flush red.

“No, I don’t.” You deny instantly.

“You’re blushing, and it’s obvious to all of us you like her.” Amber continues, nudging you slightly with her elbow making you scowl.

“I do not have a crush on Charlotte. I’m straight, you know this.” You grumble lowly, standing up abruptly and exiting the cafeteria to escape your friends and their accusations. Despite what they said, you were determined not to let their words affect your newfound friendship with Charlotte. You were going to prove to them that you liked her as a friend and nothing more. Your friends didn’t bring up you having a crush on Charlotte again until it got too much for you.

Over time, you found yourself getting more and more confused about yourself. You had been one hundred percent certain that you were straight until Charlotte walked into your classroom, but you also knew that you still liked boys because you’d fawn over celebrity men with your friends and find them attractive the same way you liked Charlotte. However, when it came to your sex ed class, you found yourself grimacing in disgust as the teacher droned on about safe sex and ways to prevent STDs. You realised in that moment that you hated the idea of having sex, further confusing yourself. As you walked out of the class, all your friends giggling and chatting about the class all you could think about was yourself and how you needed to get to the bottom of whatever it was that was going on with you.

When you got home that afternoon, thankful that your brother was still at Top Gun, you headed up to your room. You plugged your laptop in and turned it on before taking a deep breath and opening google. You had no idea what to search for, you’d heard of bisexuality, it wasn’t a foreign word to you but the idea of using it as a label for yourself felt wrong because you didn’t feel any sexual attraction to anyone regardless of their gender. You didn’t know if this feeling you were feeling was completely original to you and that there was something wrong with you that you needed to fix. After some internal debating, you open click on the search bar and type.

‘I don’t feel sexual attraction to anyone’

Hitting enter, your heart began to pound as the site refreshed. The first thing that popped up was a box saying something about asexuality. Curious, you read on, reading that asexuality was a sexual orientation where people would feel little to no sexual attraction. You clicked on articles, reading more into the subject as you felt tears welling in your eyes. Reading these articles made you realise that you weren’t broken, there wasn’t anything wrong with you. But they also scared you. You’d been so sure you were straight so these realisations were scaring you because you were terrified about how your friends and family would react to the news. Especially Bradley. You were terrified that he’d disown you, becoming disgusted by this newfound discovery. When you learnt almost everything you could learn about asexuality, you then searched if it was possible for someone to be asexual and bi at the same time. You learnt that it was possible, and it just meant you’d refer to yourself as biromantic as you were romantically attracted to people of all genders but not sexually attracted to them. After learning that, you closed the tab, shutting your laptop and sitting back against your headboard. In researching, you felt less alone. It was comforting in a way to know you weren’t the only person who has felt this conflicted and confused about themselves. That comfort did little to help the fear that had remained settled in your stomach, reminding you that you could lose everyone you hold dear because of this. You’d heard horror stories of family members being disowned because of their sexuality and it terrified you to think you could have a similar fate. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to take some deep breaths to calm your thudding heart. You only opened your eyes when you heard the front door open and Bradley announce his return, you wiped at your eyes to rid them of any potential tears before you heard Bradley knocking on your door, asking if he could be let in, only coming in when you gave him the okay.

“Hey y/n/n. You okay?” He asks with a soft smile which you return with a smile of your own.

“Hi, B. Yeah, I’m alright. How was training?” You reply, stretching as you move to stand up.

“It was good. How was school?” Bradley asks, making you nod tight-lipped.

“It was… school.” You say with a weak laugh, following your brother when he gestures for you to follow him downstairs for dinner. You tried your hardest to act normal. Like you hadn’t just made a major self-discovery. When you made it through dinner, you excused yourself to hide back up in your room to dwell on what you’d learnt earlier in the evening.

Rooster watched you dart up the stairs with a raised eyebrow, he was confused by your shift in demeanour. He could tell you were trying to act like nothing was wrong, but he knew something was up. In raising you, he knew when things were up, but he trusted that you’d come to him when you were ready to open up to him about it. He never wanted to force something out of you, he’d worked so hard to build a trusting relationship between you two, so he’d never threaten it by trying to force you to talk about something you weren’t ready to tell him about yet. However, despite that, he made a mental note of you acting off so if you didn’t come to him soon, he’d check up on you to see if he can coax it out of you.

The next few days at school, your friends had noticed how reserved you’d become. Charlotte had pulled Grace, Millie, and Amber aside one day and asked them if they knew what was going on with you, only growing more worried when they said no. The group tried to speak to you at lunch, but you shut them down, claiming tiredness and that you’d be okay once the weekend came, and you were able to get a lie in. No one was convinced by your words, so as school was ending and everyone was filing out of the building, Charlotte took the chance to pull you aside and speak to you privately.

“What’s up y/n. I know it’s not just being tired.” She says the moment she’s pulled you out of everyone’s sight.

“I’m fine Charlotte, honestly.” You try weakly to convince her but being in such a close proximity was beginning to make you malfunction slightly.

“But you’re clearly not. Something’s up and we’re all so worried about you.” Charlotte insists, her eyes wide and pleading.

“I care so much about you. Please let me help.” Charlotte’s softly spoken words had your eyes widening as you looked at her. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but it didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat at her words.

“I care about you too. More than a friend should.” You whisper, squeezing your eyes shut as you fear her reaction at your sudden admission. Charlotte remains silent which makes you nervous and just before you can open your eyes and bolt to your car and get home to bawl your eyes out, you feel a gentle hand cup your cheek and when get the courage to open your eyes you come face to face with Charlotte’s gorgeous green eyes.

“Would it make you feel any better if I said I care about you more than a friend should too? In fact, I like you more than a friend should.” She says softly, not removing her gaze from you to prove her seriousness.

“Really?” You say, your voice but a whisper, tears building in your eyes.

“Really. In fact, I want to do something to prove it. Can I do that?” She asks, leaning ever so slightly closer to you, her eyes darting to your lips before looking back up for confirmation.

“Yes.” You managed to say before her lips met yours. The kiss was magical, you’d never felt like this with anyone, and you were filled with relief and happiness that Charlotte was not disgusted by you but instead reciprocated your feelings. When you pulled away, you let out a breathy laugh as you gazed into each other’s eyes.

“I thought you were going to hate me for this.” You admit, pulling away from Charlotte slightly, only stopping when she grabs your hand.

“I’d never hate you for this.” She says with a soft smile, making you relax a little more.

“I know. It was wrong of me to assume that, but I’ve only just figured out that I’m not straight and it scared me. I was terrified you and the others were going to think it was wrong or-”

“Hey, shush. None of us would ever hate you for figuring yourself out. Some of us know how that feels. Obviously, I was never that open about my sexuality, but Amber definitely is, so you know we’d accept you unconditionally.” Charlotte assures, squeezing your hand as she speaks.

“I guess I was being pretty silly. Also, what does this make us?” You ask awkwardly, making Charlotte bring your hand up to her lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“We’re whatever you want us to be. I’m happy to move at your pace. I understand that figuring yourself out is weird and you might not want to jump into a relationship right away.” Charlotte says kindly, rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand.

“I want us to be together. I really like you. I just want to take things slow.” You say, confident in your choice.

“Then we’ll take it slow. Whatever you want, y/n/n.” The way she said your nickname made your heart swell.

“Also, could we tell the others? I’ll feel bad keeping them in the dark.” You say, interlocking your hands as you head to your car from where the two of you had been hiding out of sight of other students.

“Of course! I think they grew pretty annoyed with my pining, so they’ll be over the moon about this! I’ll text them; we can meet at mine.” Charlotte says with a grin as the two of you get into your car and start the engine. You drive the short journey to Charlotte’s house, climbing out of the car once you’ve arrived as she tells you that her parents are working late so you have the whole house to yourself. The two of you settle in the living room, sitting side by side as you link hands once more, smiling shyly at each other. The two of you chat quietly until Grace, Millie, and Amber come knocking at the door. When they enter, you tell them to take a seat as you stand in front of them nervously, wringing your hands as you think of how to say what you want to say.

“I know you guys have noticed that I’ve been acting weird the past few days. It’s because I’ve recently made a pretty big self-discovery. It scared me once I figured it out because I didn’t know how you guys would react to this. But Charlotte helped me realise that you guys wouldn’t care. So this is it… I’m not straight.” You ramble, watching your friends for their reactions. They exchange a look and then all got to their feet and pulled you into a hug.

“We’d never think any less of you for that.” Millie says, all of the girls hugging you tightly as Millie speaks.

“Yeah, what she said.” Amber says before they all pull away slightly.

“I guess it would also be a good time to say that me and Charlotte are a thing now?” You admit sheepishly, making your friends cheer loudly and pull you back into another hug, this time Charlotte becomes part of the hug.

“Can I just say for the record I called it.” Grace teases, making everyone laugh as you shove her lightly, all tension in the room now gone.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your sexuality? I’m not trying to pry it’s fine if you don’t want to tell us or you’re unlabelled at the moment.” Amber asks curiously as you all move to sit back on the sofa.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m biromantic asexual. If you’ve heard of it.” You say, the words feeling foreign on your tongue, but you were proud you said them out loud. It felt like a big step.

“Yeah, we’ve heard of it. You’re awesome y/n, and you’re stuck with us, straight or not.” Grace says, making you all laugh once more. The five of you settle back on the sofa and begin to watch a movie just to chill out. When the movie finishes, you decide you should head home so your friends follow you to the front door and just before you leave you turn to face your friends.

“Oh, and please no one say anything to Bradley. I’m not out to him yet and he’s the one I’m most scared of reacting badly. So just keep quiet about this whole thing until I say everything’s okay.” You plead, wanting your friends to keep quiet. You knew your friends wouldn’t see Bradley unless they were around at your house, but you wanted them to be aware of his cluelessness about your sexuality.

“Of course. We’ll be the best secret keepers ever.” Charlotte says with a grin, the others nodding in agreement before bidding you goodbye just as you press a quick kiss to Charlotte’s cheek before retreating to your car and driving home. As you made your way back home you began debating just coming out to Bradley that evening. It would get everything over and done with and you’d either end up kicked out or not so you figured it would be better not to dance around it.

When you arrive home, the house is quiet, proving to you that Bradley isn’t home yet. You choose to head upstairs to put your bag away and go over what you want to say to your brother. The second you heard Bradley come through the front door your anxiety spiked and you suddenly didn’t want to come out to him. He stuck his head in your room as he always did when he returned and asked you how school was.

“It was school. Nothing more, nothing less. Was work okay?” You replied, plastering a smile on your face.

“Yeah, it was good. I beat Hangman’s time in one of our training courses.” Rooster brags, getting a weak laugh from you that immediately caught your brother’s attention. Usually, you loved hearing about his and Hangman’s now friendly rivalry especially since you were close with both of them, so you used any information you learnt to tease them.

“Let’s grab some dinner, shall we?” Rooster then offers, gesturing for you to follow him which you do so. You both head into the kitchen, decide what you want to make and then work together to prepare the meal. When the dinner was ready you sat at the table to eat. Rooster recounted his day as you ate, and you remained silent. The words you needed to say to come out were perched on the end of your tongue, begging to be free in the air while your brain held them back, insisting that they had to wait.

“So kid, it’s Friday so it’s movie night. I believe it’s your choice this week so what are we watching?” Rooster asks, smiling over at you as he moves to sit on the sofa after washing and putting his plate away.

“I’m actually really tired, B. Can we do it another day?” You ask, nerves eating away at your stomach as you grab at your usual excuse.

“I’ve hardly seen you these past few days. Are you okay?” Rooster asks softly as you follow him into the living room before attempting to head upstairs.

“I’m just tired, Bradley.” You say firmly before disappearing upstairs, barely giving Rooster time to process your words as he sits on the sofa. Rooster decides he’s got to get to the bottom of what’s bothering you so much. He heads up the stairs, knocking on your door and letting himself in when he gets a weak grumble in response. He finds you buried under your duvet, and he sits on the opposite side of the bed you’re lying on so you’re back to back with each other.

“I’m not going to force you to say anything, but I can tell something’s up with you. I know sometimes it feels like it’s better to not tell someone, but it helps. I also want you to know how much I love you. I don’t say it enough but you’re my little sister and I love you so much.” Rooster says, glancing over his shoulder as he speaks. You remain silent for a beat before you speak.

“Even if I wasn’t straight?” Your small mumble made everything click into place in Rooster’s head. You’d been so terrified of him reacting badly that you’d shut yourself away just so he wouldn’t know. Without hesitation, Rooster gets up and rounds your bed, crouching down in front of you and gently tugging the duvet away from your face, his heart breaking when he sees the unfallen tears in your eyes.

“There you are. I meant what I said. I love you so much y/n and the gender of who you love isn’t ever going to change that.” Rooster says, a gentle smile gracing his face as he reaches out to wipe away the few tears that fell as he spoke.

“You sure?” You ask, battling back the remaining tears that threaten to fall.

“Budge over.” Was all Rooster said in response, standing up and waiting for you to shuffle over so he can sit next to you, tugging you into a hug once he’s settled.

“I’m one hundred percent sure that you not being straight doesn’t impact how much I love you. I’m as sure as I was when I went back for Mav on the uranium mission. I’m so proud of you.” Rooster continues, pressing a kiss to the top of your head when he feels you hugging him a little tighter.

“I love you, B. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner I was just scared. I was so scared.” You admit in a whisper, refusing to look at Rooster to avoid seeing his reaction. Rooster felt his heart break again at your words. He’d never wanted you to be scared of telling him something like that.

“Look at me, kid.” Rooster says softly, gently hooking a finger under your chin to encourage you to look at him.

“I am so sorry I ever made you feel like you couldn’t tell me that. I never wanted you to be scared to tell me anything and if I did anything to make you feel like you couldn’t tell me then I’m sorry.” He says once you’re looking at him, his eyes sad and apologetic. You don’t reply right away, hugging him tightly once more.

“It’s not your fault. It was me. I wrongly assumed you’d hate me. I should’ve known you’d love me no matter what. I just got in my own head.” You say, curling into your brother as he hugs you back.

“I could never hate you, y/n/n.” Rooster whispers reassuringly, resting his chin atop your head as he speaks. You fall into a comfortable silence, cuddled against your brother’s side before you decide to speak up.

“I’m biromantic asexual.” Your words were barely heard by your brother who lifted his head to look down at you.

“What?” He questions lightly, showing you he missed what you said but also wasn’t expecting you to repeat yourself if you weren’t ready.

“I’m biromantic asexual. That’s my sexuality. I just realised I never told you. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it, but I just figured I should tell you now that you know I’m not straight.” You say, gaining the bravery to say the words that had been terrifying you just hours prior.

“I’ve heard of it kid. Well, I’m familiar with bisexual and only recently heard about asexual but it doesn’t seem crazy that they’d come hand in hand in some way.” Rooster says with a small chuckle, feeling the slight tension leaving your body as you laugh too.

“You knew about asexuality? I’d never heard of it until I started questioning myself.” You say, looking up at your brother as he nods.

“Bob. He told me about it when he came out. He’s pretty open about it so if you need someone to talk to, he’s your guy.” He explains, making your smile widen as you learn that there’s someone you can talk to if you need.

“That’s cool. Is now also a good time to tell you I have a girlfriend?” You mumble with a cheeky smile as Rooster jokingly gasps.

“My little sister getting a partner before me. That’s embarrassing on my part.” Rooster laughs as you roll your eyes, elbowing him gently in the side.

“You’ll find someone if you put in the damn effort. You know how many women I see staring at you like you’re the only person in the world when we go to the beach? It’s honestly nauseating.” You laugh, squirming when Rooster pokes you in the side.

“What a shame I’m not interested in them then isn’t it?” He says nonchalantly, making you raise an eyebrow and look up at him.

“But you literally just complained that you’re single.” You say, confused about what Rooster is going on about.

“I did. But I’m saying that because there is someone I like I’m just biding my time to see where they stand.” He replies honestly, raising an eyebrow as you sit up slightly, pulling out of his embrace.

“Is it Phoenix?” You ask, wanting to know who’s caught your brother’s eye.

“Who said it was a girl?” Rooster says, making your eyes widen at your brother’s words before another name pops into your head at what he said.

“Hangman! It has to be Jake!” You burst out, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth at your sudden outburst.

“I don’t like how quickly you figured that out. Is it that obvious?” Rooster replies, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he looks at you.

“It’s not massively obvious. I mean you guys get on and I doubt anyone would read that deep into it. Jake was just the first name in my head when you said it wasn’t a girl.” You admit, glancing at your brother and noticing the slight blush that had crossed his cheeks.

“I think you should go for it, B. You’ll never know unless you try. I could always talk to Jake and try and see where he stands?” You offer, leaning back into Rooster’s side once more.

“I think I’ll be okay, kid. I’m fairly sure Hangman is the straightest guy on the planet.” Rooster chuckles sadly, resting his chin on your head once more so you couldn’t see his sadness.

“We both thought the other was straight and look where that got us. Don’t make assumptions.” You say, understanding how your brother feels.

“All right, all right. Less about me now. I want to hear about this girlfriend of yours.” Rooster says, laughing to himself when you groan.

“I just want to know my little sister isn’t going to get her heart broken.” Rooster says as you pull away slightly so you can look up at your brother.

“Can we move on from this now? I’ll let you meet her soon if she’s okay with it. But for tonight can we just have our movie night? You said it’s my choice, right?” You say, smoothly changing the subject as Rooster rolls his eyes but nods nonetheless.

“Alright, let's go.” He says as he releases you from his embrace and follows you downstairs where you settle yourself on the sofa while Rooster heads to the kitchen to make some popcorn. When he enters the living room with the popcorn, he finds you curled up on the sofa, with a movie waiting on the screen. Rooster sits alongside you, placing the bowl on the coffee table and leaning back against the cushions as you press play. The two of you watch the movie in silence, the silence only being broken by a soft laugh at a joke.

“B?” Your quiet voice says when the credits begin to roll, not removing your gaze from the screen.

“Yeah?” Rooster says, immediately giving you his full attention, encouraging you to look at him. Instead of replying, you trapped him in what felt like the millionth hug that day, but despite that, he still hugged you back strongly.

“Thank you for accepting me.” You whisper as you bury your face in his shoulder.

“You don’t need to thank me for that. It’s the bare minimum.” Rooster replies, squeezing you a little tighter and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“And thank you for trusting me enough to come out to me as well.” You say with a smile as you adjust yourself so you can look up at Rooster.

“You were honest with me, so it only seemed fair for me to be honest with you. Just, no elaborate plans to get me and Hangman together.” Rooster requests, pulling away to look you in the eye.

“Got it. No plans to get you and Jake together.” You say with a soft smile before Rooster pulls you back into a hug. You curl into him, your tired eyes slipping closed as you lay in your brother’s warm embrace but even as you drift towards sleep your mind has one thought running through it.

‘There’s got to be a way to get Bradley and Jake together somehow.’

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Hear the Music || Armitage Hux || Part One

Fandom: Star Wars

Word Count: 1,441

Warnings: few swear words, thats like it i think?

Description: (Y/N) is a grey jedi who used to train under Luke Skywalker with Ben. After surviving Ben’s attack on the temple, they lived life successfully on the run from Kylo and the First Order, until Kylo finally found them and offered them a proposition.

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A/N: ahhhh im alive!! happy star wars day! i love this funky man named domhnall gleeson. this has been in my notes forever and i finally got the motivation to finish it. hoping to turn this into a series but we know how well i am at finishing things(hint: not well at all) please enjoy. more interaction with hux to come next part. also i’m trying to keep it as gender neutral as i can so everyone can enjoy it :) also any feedback y'all can give would be great, what did you like about it, what can i do different, what do you think will happen? i'm a sucker for attention

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You loved how free your life was. Sure sneaking past the First Order checkpoints aren’t ideal to freedom but the exhilaration of almost getting caught fuels you on. It reminds you of the time you and Ben would sneak out of your huts at night to have fun and be teenagers. Many nights spent by the flowing river as you used the force to chuck a multitude of stones at Ben or after you both crafted your own lightsabers, choreographing your own fight scenes, dancing around each other's glowing blades. But those moments were short-lived.

You wish you could say you were surprised when Ben snapped but that boy had so much pent up anger, it was bound to explode one way or another. You were lucky enough to escape with a few burns and a broken arm. Unfortunately, the majority of your peers weren’t as lucky. You had limped away from the scene, clutching your arm with tears burning in your eyes as you followed Ben with only anger set on your mind. Before you could get very far, Master Skywalker stopped you. And that was when you parted from the damaged temple.

Traveling on your own was an adjustment. Fighting for your life just to live another day, it only furthered your ideal as a Grey Jedi. Even as a kid, you had issues seeing only a good side and a bad side and to this day, you refuse to believe there is only good or only bad. But now you’re free, free from the constant preaching of goodness and the blindness of the evil. You were finally at peace.

But peace can only last so long. You should’ve known when you felt the shift in the force, that it was time to pack up and trek on, but you were stubborn. Which made your current position much more irritating. They came into your home at night, you fought the best you could with sleep clouding your mind but there were too many of them and you were just too tired. After years of successfully avoiding the First Order and Kylo Ren, your past caught up to you and it was time to hear the music.

So there you laid, strapped to a First Order interrogation bed. You thought you’d be angrier when the time came but you just laid there, eyes closed, calm, waiting for the little shit to arrive so you could spit in his face. You could feel him in the area, following his footsteps in your mind until it stopped, in front of your door.

You called out to him, with your mind, smirking, “How does it feel to finally successfully kill a master, Ben?”

The door whooshed open to show the angry face of your old friend. “Get out of my mind,” He childishly yelled, pointing a threatening finger at you.

“You’d think after so many years, you would finally grow up,” You challenged him with a raised eyebrow.

“Shut up!” He glared, “When were you this,” He struggled to find his words. “Infuriating?�� You picked the word from his mind and he tried to push you out, to which you only laughed. “I was always stronger in the force than you, Ben.” “It’s Kylo,” Kylo narrowed his eyes at you angrily. “And yet here I am more powerful than you could ever be.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not calling you that childish name.”

“Then Supreme Leader,” He crossed his arms, “Which is why I searched for you. Join me.”

You choked on air and threw your head back laughing hysterically. This only enraged him even more, “Why are you laughing?! Join me, be my enforcer, my right hand. We can rule this galaxy together.”

“I-I’m sorry,” You laughed, raising your hand to your chest to control your breathing. You had released yourself from the restraints not too long ago. “But you want me to join you on the ‘Dark Side’” You made air quotes as you said “Dark Side” sarcastically. “This is priceless, but the answer is no.” You crossed your arms.

“Then you best get comfortable,” Kylo turned to leave but you weren’t content with his last word.

You raised your arm and yank it to the side, slamming Kylo’s body against the walls and pinned him there. “You may have more power, but I’m still stronger, Ben.” You spat out as Kylo struggled against your force. “I was living a peaceful, free life and you, yet again, ruined it”

The door to the right of you swiftly opened and you reached out your right hand, ready to attack whoever entered. A pale man entered, head down looking at the datapad resting on his arm.

“I don’t understan- oh?“ He started speaking before looking up, surprised but also smug to see Ren’s position. “As delighted I am to see someone best him, could you please release the Supreme Leader.”

You smiled at the General, taking note of his uniform, before turning to Kylo, “Ooh, I like this one,” You nodded your head to the man, before forcing Kylo to the ground and releasing him. You turned back to the General with a flirty smile, “Got a name, General?”

“Hux,” The man, you now know as General Hux, responded, amused with the interaction he’s witnessing. Behind you, Kylo stood up and brushed the dust off of his clothes, before charging to subdue you.

“General Hux,” You tested the name, tapping your chin, “Don’t tell me your first name is General.” You casually sent Kylo flying away from you as you teased the General.

“Armitage,” He sent a fleeting look to Kylo as he flew and slumped on the floor, groaning.

Your smile widened, “Nice to meet you, General Armitage Hux.” You lent your hand out for a handshake, which Hux accepted, eyes locked together. To the side of you both, Kylo braced himself against the wall before readying himself for another go at you. You rolled your eyes, excused yourself, and turned to Kylo with a glare, “Will you behave?! I’m trying to have a pleasant conversation with General Hux.” You turned back to Hux with a mysterious glint in your eyes, “You’d think he’d give up after so many failures, I’m sorry you had to deal with him for so long.”

Kylo’s face flushed red from anger at your jab. “General, you’re dismissed,” He sent a glare to you, "I’ll deal with the prisoner.”

Hux sent Kylo a side look before nodding, turning to leave.

“Don’t be a stranger, General,” You tell him, shamelessly admiring his back profile, “I got a feeling I’ll be here for a while.” Hux turned briefly, catching you checking him out, only for you to send him a wink and Kylo to glare at the man to leave immediately. You watched him leave until the door closed. “Nice man,” You turn to Kylo with a grin.

“Are you done?” Kylo deadpanned, unamused with your behavior.

“Never,” You teased, pinching his cheek. He retaliated by smacking your hand and gripping your wrist hard.

“This isn’t a fucking game,” He sneered through gritted teeth as he roughly released your wrist, to which you rubbed gingerly and glared at him.

“Relax, Ben. If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done more than just toss you around the room. You’re too serious.” You hopped back onto the bed and looked at your old best friend, waiting for his next move.

After a beat of nothing, you rolled your eyes, leaning back onto your hands you placed behind you. “Honestly, now I see your appeal to the ‘Dark Side’” You shifted your weight to one hand to air quote “Dark Side”. “If all the men looked like that,” You whistled, eyes focused on the door the General left through. “Too bad, I don’t believe in the Dark Side. Doesn’t mean I can’t admire,” You smirked looking at Kylo as you swung your legs.

Kylo grimaced at your comments, “Do you ever shut up?” You smirked and opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off by raising his hand, “Never mind, don’t answer that.” He moved towards the door, opening it and looking at you, “Maybe some quiet will do you some good. Think about my offer.”

He steps out of the room and before the door closes, you shout after him, “Please tell the General, he’s free to visit anytime!”

Kylo flipped you off as he stormed down the hall. You giggle to yourself, pleased with everything that unfolded. Maybe your break at peace wouldn’t be so bad, especially after meeting that red-headed General you’re already fond of.

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