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demonwield · 2 years

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Memories Left Locked Away Permanently || Accepting

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❝ Tsukushi told me everything. Carrying your sister is what ALLOWED ME to catch up to you. ❞ Gruff toned words, quickly shifted with HONEYED MANIPULATION as his lips crook into a smirk, TEETH practically shimmering as he allowed his wickedness to show. . .if only for an instant. (Oh Darling Akame, why did you have to REBEL like the naughty girl you are? I’ll take you back. . .we’ll correct this. Just come home.) His thoughts to himself as he lifted his shoulders in a calm shrug, his footsteps slow in his approach as he continued.

❝ She said she could TELL you still CARE about the EMPIRE. ❞

The words hang low in the air, a KINDNESS in his gaze as Akame slowly laid her sister into the grass, brushing soft digits through Kurome’s locks, fixing her unconscious appearance. A muttered ‘I love you’ beneath her breath, before she slowly stood up. The wind gently flicking through her clothes, her HAIR, as she stepped away, slowly turning to face the BLONDE CAPTAIN behind her.

How she wished it hadn’t come to this. . .

How she WISHED this all could be avoided. . .

But that was her NAIVETY in the end, speaking to her.

He saw her mannerisms, and he knew very well his DARLING DAUGHTER’S unshowing RAGE deep beneath that mask of apathy. Her hand resting at KIRIICHIMONJI’S grip, the soft GRIND of the blade as the tsuba-less WEAPON was slowly drawn, directed towards her. A small snort, his lips curling into another knowing grin. Hands lifting, in a ‘what the hell’ expression outwards towards his shoulders. ‘Beckoning’ her to come at him, like the COCKY ATTITUDE he gave off with his PASSIVE stance. She was his DAUGHTER after all, he’s taught her EVERYTHING she knows. . .but not everything HE knows. ❝ Ohh! Let me guess. You want to FIGHT to the DEATH with your OLD MAN? My DARLING DAUGHTER. I’m still willing to FORGIVE YOU if you change your MIND, now. ❞ Words drip with HONEY, for deep down. . .he only came now, because it was his JOB.

He didn’t WANT to hurt her. . .and he practically PLEADS for her to listen.

A FATHER never wants to hurt their BLOOD like this.

❝ If we keep TALKING, the others will CATCH UP to us.

Before that happens, FATHER. . .I’m going to BURY you. ❞

Her tone is cold, REMORSELESS, as her KILLER MODE had been ‘flipped’, and he could see it in her eyes. He could see it in her stance, the FIRE in her heart: she meant it. She MEANT to fight him. . .and that wounded him deeply. Right hand moves to his locks, scratching the back of his head with a low sigh. He had HOPED that his words would throw her off her game, cause her to HESITATE. . .cause her to be AGITATED enough to leave an opening. . .but no, she was more RESOLVED now than before. What a MESS. . . Lips lose that cocky GRIN and now form a sullen grimace as he lowered his hand to MURASAME’S HILT, thumb pressing against the TSUBA as he slowly broke the seal, his other hand moving to grab the grip. (Damn it. . .) He cursed mentally to himself, DISPLEASED at her response. . .but it was clear.

This was unavoidable. For both of them.

❝ You’ve had PLENTY of chances to REFORM your attitudes,

. . .but now it’s come to THIS.

You’re not my DAUGHTER anymore.

You are NOTHING to me. ❞

The tone is RESOLVED as she is before him, though he feels his heart ACHE as he practically spits the words; a LUMP formed in his throat as DARKNESS SURGES around the edges of his blade. His BODY even radiating that same darkness as both hands take solid hold of the hilt of his blade, taking up a defensive stance now. Ready to STRIKE, or GUARD. . .but his FEET are planted firmly, DIRECTED towards her. (He was already thinking THREE STEPS AHEAD for this conflict.) ❝ I’m going to FINISH YOU OFF! ❞

Why Daughter. . .couldn’t you simply LISTEN to your DEAR FATHER?

A silence falls. . .

. . .both opponents SIZING one another up. . .

. . .Akame KNOWS she cannot risk being knicked by MURASAME, it would spell the END for her. ❝ Leone, now! ❞ A fake, he knows it, but he PLAYS along, keeping his feet planted as his head SPINS to the side. . .BAITING HER.

He hears her DASH, the very ground CRACKING by her sudden speed as he watched her, closely. Toes curling. . .and then UNCURLING as they shot through his boot, extending as five LONG STRANDS as he extended them blindingly fast towards her, to IMPALE her mid dash - - -

- - - but Akame already planned this. Her FOOT landing on the top of them and PROPELLING herself faster towards him, striking straight for his stomach. (A move he can STOP if he expands and stretches his body, so her blade can’t cleave!) Or so he thought; but he underestimated that DEADLY BLADE of hers. He feels the edge TEAR THROUGH FLESH, causing him to hiss and wince from the agony, before his LOCKS extended all around him to attack her from all sides. The strands FAIL, her speed easily getting her away as she SLASHED and RETREATED out of his range, leaving another space between them once more. (Her speed was IMPRESSIVE for still such a young girl. . .)

He can feel his BLOOD POURING from the injury in his right flank, his free left hand moving to clutch the injury, knowing all well no matter WHAT he did. . .it would never heal: such was the CURSE of the blade that injured him. ❝. . .I was WRONG to think. . .you’re no longer my DAUGHTER. . .that attack you made just NOW was something you could only do BECAUSE you’re my child, and know me SO WELL. . . ❞ He’s gritting his teeth, and though he’s impressed by her actions. . .it truly does pain him: she makes him, deeply, so PROUD. (Damn it. . .WHY did it have to come to this?) His hand clenches onto MURASAME tighter, fingers DIGGING into the cleave in his side as if the PAIN will aid his emotional heartache.

❝ I’m going to put you in the GROUND. ❞

Those words. . .they finally DRIVE HIM OFF THE DEEP END. He can feel the rage burn deep in his core, and he snarls at the ARROGANCE she holds. His hand drops, blood dripping from his fingers as he roars with ABSOLUTE OUTRAGE in his voice, his RIGHT ARM extending out like a WHIP in a vicious motion as he begins to swing it around high above him, MURASAME flicking to and fro in a circle, SPEEDING UP with every revolving circulation before her gaze. His head lifts, and his voice rises, loud, DEFIANTLY against her CONFIDENCE. (He would teach her not to FUCK WITH THE EMPIRE!)

❝ YOU can’t beat ME, AKAME! ❞

The ‘whip’ like motion snaps FORWARD blindingly fast, CRASHING against her blade as she tries to PARRY it aside, but the IMPACT catches her off guard: she can feel the FORCE of the blow carrying her off her feet as she puts her ARM against the back of the blade’s edge, USING HER WEIGHT to RESIST the force, but then. . .that distinguishable SOUND catches her attention: CRACK! Eyes widen, and her teeth grit tightly: no, she CAN’T HAVE THIS HAPPEN NOW!

A deep CRACK forming in the EDGES of Kiriichimonji, STRAIGHT TO THE CENTER that threatened FALTERING and even IRREPARABLE DAMAGE as she was knocked back, skidding a decent distance before turning to dash, beginning to circle him. She had to end this FAST, another blow like that, and her weapon was DONE FOR! His hair whipping out once more to IMPALE from above, but he just couldn’t keep up with her speed. . .

. . .but he COULD predict her!

His leg kicks out, FOOT EXTENDING once more by the ANKLE this time as it shot right into her path, to show her WEAKNESS in this moment; she wasn’t FIGHTING ADAPTIVELY like she should have been, like he TAUGHT her when backed into a CORNER, and as such, he catches her ROUGHLY in the side. He FEELS the bones of her ribs BREAK from the impact, and he WATCHES as she is HURLED off her feet at great velocity, twenty, forty, FIFTY plus feet.

She SOARS at great speeds INTO THE FOREST and SLAMS back first into the TRUNK OF A TREE, and he can HEAR the impact as she SLAMS against it.

BLOOD spat from her mouth on impact as her wind was knocked from her, and she began to COUGH OUT pools to the GROUND in front of her.

He knew it. . .she wouldn’t last much LONGER; it was a MIRACLE that she survived that single blow from his FULL STRENGTH. . .but. . .damn, her injury from earlier TORE THROUGH his strength, and he was WEAKER for it. (Damn her, she was GOOD. . .a pity this all had to end.) His footsteps moving towards her slowly as she pushed herself to her feet. . .

. . .then turned to LEAP into the trees and DEEP into the forest. A hiss, he GAVE HER that chance. (She will RECOVER if I let her get away, and set a TRAP. I can’t allow that.) He makes chase, quickly leaping after her.

And the SECOND he lands on the same tree, he sees the ERROR of his ways. . .or was this the RECKLESS NATURE that was his DAUGHTER truly? How he wondered, as he came face to face with her a TREE beneath him, poised to LUNGE and already mid-spring as he went to retreat back.

She HAD him, and she KNEW it; this had been a CALCULATED RISK that she had to take. To FAKE a retreat, in order to GAIN A TRAP out of sight, an ADVANTAGE if she played it right. She comes at him fully HEAD ON, lunging at him with all her speed, all her MIGHT as she met him FACE TO FACE now. (She had no choice, this was her CHANCE while he was SHOCKED! Her OPENING!) His hand lifts, MURASAME poised to clash, but her speed catches him off guard in this moment. . .

. . .and her blade MEETS IT’S MARK, TEARING across his stomach and biting DEEP into his abdomen, RIPPING across his left side and tearing AROUND AND THROUGH his side - - - with a sound of GLASS SHATTERING.

Kiriichimonji EXPLODING in her hands, sending shards all around her as she passed, but he was FAR from out of this fight! His body turning mid strike as his maw OPENED, tongue and HAIR lashing out as she PIVOTED mid air, dodging the strike of his IMPALING TONGUE before steering RIGHT into the path of the HAIR SPIKING through her BACK, yet the distance was TOO shallow. (Damn it, not enough.)

The impact throwing her INTO THE TREE ahead, while he slams face first onto the stones of the ground beneath them, grunting as the THUNK of Murasame lands not far from him. (The pain he’s in though. . .is immense. He can BARELY move, coughing blood to the STONES as he scrapes his hand along the forest floor.) ❝ I’m IMPRESSED you chose to RUSH ME rather than run away. . . ❞ He grunts as he slowly drags himself by his hands to a tree, PUSHING himself up little by little to press his BACK to it, digging fingers into DIRT as he faced her while ‘recovering’ as much as he could.

He just had to GET HER TO TALK; to BUY TIME for him to think up a plan.

❝ . . .I didn’t DIE when you kicked me.

Which told me MY FIRST STRIKE cut deep. . . ❞

❝ So. . .you figured as long as you WATCHED OUT for the SWORD, you could survive ONE HIT. . .that was a RISKY BET. . . ❞ COUGH! He can feel the blood rushing up his throat, his head turning to SPIT the blood to the stones and aside as he grit his bloody teeth through the pain. ❝ A human who’s TRAINED MANY YEARS. . .at the TEMPLE OF THE IMPERIAL FIST. . .is TOUGH!

I won’t DIE. . . ❞

(Think, Gozuki, think damn it!)

The words carry to her ears, and she KNOWS he is right. A grit of her teeth: she needed something stronger. . .Kiriichimonji was damaged beyond repair. If she got close with the DAMAGED HILT and the little SHARD of blade left to slice his throat, he’d simply KILL HER with his tongue, or HAIR. (And then. . .it hits her.) Her head turns, footsteps SLOW as she moved towards the TEIGU laying not far from her, reaching down to grip the HILT and take it up. The weapon is directed towards him. . .and his eyes WIDEN in shock.

Another TO WIELD THE BLADE aside from him. . .

. . .like FATHER, like DAUGHTER, truly. . .

❝ . . .You will if I use THIS SWORD. . . ❞

A grit of his teeth as he allows his lips to curl with a vicious grin. She continued to make him more. . .and more. . .PROUD by the minute. The blade ACCEPTED her. . .it wasn’t ATTACKING her. . .such a surprising moment, truly. (He answers now, truthfully, even knowing what it would lead to.) ❝ True. . .even I would die INSTANTLY. ❞ The words barely get out of his MOUTH before she lunges, her speed CATCHING HIM off once more, before he feels the EDGES of the blade plunging THROUGH HIS CHEST, TEARING through him like butter as blood SPRAYS from the entry wound. His LIPS parting to cough blood against the STEEL EDGES, DRIPPING along it’s frame as he. . .SMIRKED.

Only a TRUE KILLER could wield such a BLADE.

She really was. . .HIS LITTLE MONSTER. . .wasn’t she?

THE MARKINGS start to creep along his face, and he can FEEL the CURSE taking to his body. Even the RESILIENCE of his BODY couldn’t stop MURASAME’S POISON, even his REGENERATION was useless. . .he would DIE from this, no matter what he did. (It was over.) He conceded. . .but not before offering his final words. . .to IMPART the greatest, and CRUELEST knowledge. . .he can for her. ❝ This TEIGU possesses a TRUMP CARD. . .It involves DISCARDING one’s HUMANITY. I was never able to ACTIVATE IT, but you. . .MIGHT just be able TO. ❞ He can see her clear as day even in his dying moments. . .her TEETH gritting as he imparts this knowledge to her. . .

He had FAILED. . .he would DIE here.

What a FITTING end for a PATHETIC assassin. . .

Memories drift through his mind, DANCING before his eyes as a RUSH floods through his body, eyes SHOOTING open as he stares up at her. (Images of the Seven. . .young. . .bright kids, smiling to him. Smiling to their FATHER. . .why? Brash Guy, he always was such a SCOUNDEREL. . .sweet, darling Tsukushi, beautiful and loving Cornelia, she was always his favorite, for how good she was. Nahashu. . .the oldest, and the group leader: he would have surpassed him, one day. And he was hoping to IMPART MURASAME to him. . .one day. . .but there was no compatibility. Unfortunate. . .INTELLIGENT and GIFTED Green, and cowardly, yet compassionate Pony. . .the weakest of the group. . .but never did they let her fight her war alone. His little BABY. . .but that never stopped him loving her. And lastly. . .)

Why am I seeing this?

I don’t DESERVE to see this in my dying MOMENTS. . .

I put you all through SUCH A TERRIBLE ORDEAL.

They’re reaching to him, and it takes what little strength remains for his HAND to extend to the many hands, being held out to him before his eyes. Wanting to take each one. . .hold them tightly. (Never let them go. . .to have HIS CHILDREN forever.)

❝ Goodbye, Father. ❞

Her tone is not full of HATRED, or RAGE. . .it’s not even COLD. . .there’s warmth in her farewell, and that is when it hits him. His heart practically BREAKING from the warmth that floods him, and leaves him, in an instant, tears brimming his eyes as he stares through the MEMORIES and gets one last. . .final look at his DAUGHTER’S FACE.

I see. . .

A FATHER’S still a FATHER. . .

. . .when all’s said and DONE.

I’m SURPRISED I feel so HAPPY about that.

I give up. . .

A small smile curls his lips, and his hand falls back, blood rolling down his CHIN and plopping to his lap as he feels the CURSE claim his heart. . .he feels the world SLIPPING TO DARKNESS. . .and he knows. . .it’s over. Fingers meet the stones at his side, and his head leans forward, body going still. . .

And with it. . .with his FINAL BREATH. . .a final thought.

(I love you. . .)

#etherealtrails #Blood Stains Her Hands And The Sins Of The Slain Rest Heavy On Her Soul || Branded By Their Hatred (Visage)#A Man Who Made Me A Weapon || 'Father' I May have Failed You - But I Won't Fail This World (Gozuki || Elite Seven Captain)#Tales Struck From History || Their Legacy To Be Forgotten As Assassins Should Be (Drabbles)#The Era Of The Empire Draws To A Close || The Very Existence Of Night Raid But Tales Now - Nothing More (Headcanons)#Her Targets Have Been Assassinated || The Paperwork Is Done! (Meme Replies)#Trigger Warning TW || Patricide #God this fucking h u r t to write #Cause I have so many thoughts on it and now it's just #God ow my fucking heart

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moodymisty · 7 months

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Hello, I hope you are doing well. And summer ends on a joyful note✨

Roboute Guilliman/reader-eternal(can she be related to Malcador?👀) Maybe NSFW?🤭I'm sure most primarchs have a breeding and pregnancy kink🤔 But Roboute is a special case: he had a good family and loving parents. He himself wants to be the same as Conor. He has a legacy to pass on. And if these inclinations of his had previously subsided, then now that he has a reader who can endure, nothing stops him. How would his Astartes react to the possibility of their primarch having a child of his own? How do they treat the reader?

Author's note: There's a lot here, so I thought it would be best to format my thoughts in my usual headcanons with a small drabble at the end way to make sure I could speak all my thoughts. I hope that's acceptable to you ;3 This one ended up not having any overt sauce because I got so distracted by sweet Guilliman, but if you desire the full NSFW, you're always welcome to send in another request because I'm a dolt xD

Relationships: Roboute Guilliman/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some vague mentions to NSFW things but nothing overt, Tokophobia/Pregnancy mentions, Typical 40kness

I'd agree that a good amount of the Primarch's have that sort of kink, but it manifests in very different ways depending on which Primarch it is.

Lorgar wanting to corrupt purity or fall victim to primal temptations, Vulkan's desire for family, Magnus wanting to share his teachings; Guilliman's is more of the traditional sense.

For as long as he can remember, he's tossed away the idea of ever having a family. Given his lot in life, his duty to humanity, that isn't a thing he can indulge in. He has no time for such selfishness.

He's resigned himself to fighting for others to have that gift, not himself.

When you arrive in his life, Guilliman suddenly remembers how hard it had been to push and keep those thoughts down, now that you serve to constantly remind him.

He has many fond memories of training or hunting with his adoptive father, and one day he would like to have the same with his own child, if the galaxy would let him be so selfish.

When you do tell him you're with child he's an absolute mess though. You're both treading into unknown waters, after all. No matter how strong you are he still worries about your health.

The Ultramarines definitely have their qualms about it though.

Keep in mind they were raised from kids to be stalwart killing machines, so the kind of thoughts and dreams their Primarch is having are... weird to them.

They have more interaction with baseline humans that say the Dark Angels however, so they aren't totally out of touch.

You did disturb one of Guilliman's men when you keeled over in pain and he attempted to make sure you didn't fall, and he felt your child kick his palm. His disturbed face is forever seared in your memory as one of the funniest things you've ever seen. You're pretty sure the marine's squad still beats him up about the whole thing.

Mostly so, his captains and commanders worry. They know that you serve as a weakness (speaking in a logistical sense) to Guilliman that can be taken advantage of.

He's exactly where you expected him to be.

The green haze of the hologram map shines against his skin, having been growing palid over the past weeks. Guilliman often times works himself into an awful state, pushing himself to the mental limit before finally taking respite.

You can't stop him from doing it. So the least you can do is enjoy a few moments of time with him alone before he goes back to the bridge of the Macragge's Honor to hear any updates from his commanders.

When he notices you in the doorway, his face perks up considerably.

"You should be resting." He instantly comes at you with, and you can't help but sigh.

"Not even a hello?" You come closer, and it's his turn to sigh. You walked all the way here, it's the least you can get from him. He puts a hand on your shoulder and presses his lips to the top of your head.

"Hello. You should be resting." There's papers, scrolls and plastic flimsies spread across the edges of the hologram table, clearly a mess done by him.

"I just wanted a few minutes alone with you, is that so wrong?" He sees the small hint of a smirk on your face, as he pulls away to lean on his hands pressed against the holotable. He takes a glance towards your belly.

"How are they?" You're well past showing at this point, and it will only be a few months until you're finally face to face with your child.

"Finally asleep, it seems. They stopped kicking my stomach."

He lets the smallest smile on his face.

"Yearning to fight, even bef-"

The door suddenly opens, revealing an unfamilar to you Ultramarine captain. A hand rests on the pommel of his chainblade, helmet tucked into his elbow. He also has the worst timing in the known galaxy, interrupting your private moment before it even had a chance to truly begin.

"Lord Primarch, You have a vox. Legion Captain Hektor holds news of a new world." The captain looks in your direction and nods his head.

"Apologies, Legion Mother."

You'll never get used to that title. One of many you had thrust upon you when you'd entered into a relationship with Roboute, even if they technically were not official. You were not bound by law as of yet, but the Chapter had taken to calling you Legion Mother none the less. It becoming official was less so a possibility, and more so an inevitability. The Captain bows and takes his leave, and the both of you are alone once again.

"Will I be attending this diplomacy meeting as well?" You joke, looking up to the Primarch.

"If you can do so without straining yourself, then possibly." Guilliman won't deny that you have a knack for diplomacy, no matter how much you might say otherwise. He wishes for worlds to surrender peacefully; He also wishes for you to remain in good health.

"Now go rest. The both of you."

You feel an armored hand gently press against your aching belly. Carrying a Primarch's child hasn't be easy on your body in the slightest; Even more so than a normal human child. You'll happily indulge in the rest, with one exception.

"As long as you come and join me once you're finished. Please?"

Even if you can get him to take a few minutes of respite, you'll consider it a victory. Roboute sighs as he looks downward.

"I will try." You just barely hear him mumble underneath his breath, as his hand still on your stomach. It moves slightly as he kneels.

"Be easy on your mother. She wasn't meant to carry someone like you."

His sentence makes you think for a moment, before he pulls away and lets you leave.

Guilliman did technically join you; But it was only after you'd already fallen asleep. He stepped into the room and gently sat down onto the massive bed, still in his armor. He didn't want to wake you and simply watched, hand sitting close to your leg. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment and his lips parted as he took a few deep breaths, and then took one more look at you- both of you, before standing and leaving again.

#guilliman x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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crabsnpersimmons · 3 months

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had this idea for a drabble to share a bit more on Moon’s upgrades in the hairdresser AU, since there was some interest about a certain detail mentioned in my previous post (that "last part")

Word Count: 1,567

Read time: ~8 min

some content warnings:

descriptions of body dysmorphia including descriptions of skin picking, which borderline self harm on a metal robot body—i took a lot of creative liberties to translate the signs and symptoms into a robot experience, so it isn’t meant to be the most realistic depiction of body dysmorphia disorder, but just a head's up just in case

descriptions of memories of past traumatic experiences

just angst overall

that’s all i can think of, but please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to add!

“Home sweet home~!” Eclipse warbles once Moon opens the door to their small apartment. Without missing a beat, he bends down and slips through the door frame, with his precious cargo still on his back.

“Clip! Put me down first!” Sun cries from his position in their little piggyback. He scrunches himself closer to the taller bot’s back as they pass through the threshold, his sunken in rays only barely missing the top of the door frame.

Moon chuckles as Eclipse makes a bee-line for their box TV. It’s the same every day, but he never got tired of it. After closing up shop for the day, they returned home. Unfortunately Sun’s legacy code prevented him from moving about in the dark. That didn’t stop him from trying each night after closing—marching with his eyes glued to street lamps until he ran out of light. Then Eclipse would carry him the rest of the way to the bus stop, where he’d just stay until they got returned to their apartment. The lights of the hallways would stir Sun back awake, but Eclipse always insisted on carrying him the rest of the way to their door—just as he always had since their days in the daycare.

Different city, different space, different jobs—but Eclipse never seemed to change.

Still carrying Sun with one set of arms, he plops himself down in front of the TV and pulls out his game controller with other set. Once Sun extracts himself, his free hands immediately reach for the other controller.

As the old game system is booting up, Moon moves to make a quiet escape.

“Moon,” but Sun knew him too well. “Bedroom.”

There is a whir of fans before Moon responds, “Aye aye, captain.”

No sooner had Moon entered their bedroom that Sun had joined him. Their room was always small—they could only afford so much with their combined income—but it always felt smaller when the sunshine bot cornered him like this.

Silently, Moon turns around, not looking his counterpart in the eye. Instead, Sun extends his hand into his field of vision, waiting. This is not the first time, but it never gets easier for either of them. After a beat, Moon lifts his own bulky hand and places it in Sun’s slender palm. Sun gives him a gentle squeeze before rolling up his counterpart’s sleeve to reveal his blue arm, marked in fine silver trails.

There is a brief pause before Sun leads Moon to their ensuite bathroom and sits him down on the closed seat of the toilet. He looks away for a brief moment just to take out his amateur tools from the drawer. Just a collection of things he has scavenged for basic upkeep. Of course none of this was in his programming. But just as he resolutely marched under streetlamps, Sun pushed his code to its limits to keep them afloat. He sits down on a nearby stool and gets to work on Moon’s right arm where six thin trails shined against the royal blue.

He gets to work and there is silence between them. Before there used to be angry and desperate cries. When Sun discovered his first scar, he insisted he go to parts and services. But they both knew he wouldn’t go back there. Never.

So they had to improvise—and that is what they have always excelled at. Things got easier in that regard after the PizzaPlex had burned down. They could finally leave those walls, leave their troubled past, carve out lives for themselves, care for themselves. They lucked out finding the Boss when they did and now they can do honest work and get paid and live. Finally live.

But still their troubled past stains their new lives. The PizzaPlex may be a long forgotten memory, but they still bear scars and quirks that run deeper than chipped surface paint or legacy processes. Despite all these years in this body, Moon still bumps into things, miscalculating his size and reach. All it took was a bump against his utility cart this afternoon to make him acutely aware of the arm that is not his. The ball-joint neck that cannot move the way he wants it to. The clunky fingers and the foreign nails. They are not his. They are not his. And he is thrust back into the brightly light cylinder, waking up again to a body that isn't his. Waking up again to a role he never asked for. Waking up with piece of him missing. Wondering if the body he remembers is just a dream and he needed to learn to wake up, wake up, wake up--

“You’ve got to stop doing this.”

Sun’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts—and he knows this. Perhaps that’s why Sun is always nagging him. To fill his head with something useful again.

“Some of these scratches can’t be buffed out, and there’s only so much I can do,” Sun works on a light scratch on his left hand.

“And you won’t see a mechanic,” Sun tuts.

“No.”

“I know,” Sun sighs, letting go of the scratch. It’s barely visible now, the kind of imperfection you would have to know about and intentionally look for. The kind that Moon keeps a tally of. His body is covered with tally marks that only he can see.

“But either you stop or I will take you to the mechanic… or,” Sun’s hands drift down to Moon’s hand, holding his fingers gently. “…I disable your retractable claw function.”

“Ha,” the short laugh spills out of Moon before he can think to stop it. “Not when I’m the only one who can give proper hair washes.”

There is a slight pause before Sun pulls his hands away and lightly knocks Moon’s head. “Well, if your claws are sharp enough to carve metal, I don’t want them anywhere near our customer's heads. Besides, we have Sunshine who can help with that now.”

Moon hums uncommittedly, staring at Sun's handiwork at erasing his. Out of the corner of his eye he notices a sway in Sun’s steps as he puts away his tools. As much as Sun pushes his code to the limits and watches over him, Moon also watched out for him. They were, after all, once one. No one knows them better than they do.

Moon’s hand rises up Sun’s arm. “Bed time?”

“Yeah,” Sun says wearily. Even with the lights on, his battery was running low, after a full day of work, walking under street lamps, and fixing Moon's mistakes. The least Moon can do is play this role—a role he gladly performs.

Moon nods as he reaches out to steady Sun before connecting to their shared internal chat.

M: Clip. Sun and I are going to sleep.

E: K.

S: Don’t stay up too late. Make sure you charge up.

E: K.

With that, Moon helps Sun to their bed. They could only afford a one-bedroom apartment, and even then their landlord definitely wasn't too keen about renting to three large robots, and their lack of credit history. It was only thanks to a referral from Boss that they landed the place. But they couldn't complain. There are robots, the don't really need to sleep in bedrooms, but they had one so they might as well use it.

Moon assists Sun into bed before stepping back to get the lights. He watches as Sun plugs in his charging cable in before lying down on the pillows. His eyes never leave Sun’s as darkness falls on the room.

There is the familiar whirring sound of gears moving as rays retract and metal shifts colour. If Moon closes his eyes, he could almost feel those gears in himself. Grinding away. Putting Sun in his nap. And him waking from his own slumber. Him coming alive. Waking in his own body.

S: Moon.

There he goes, filling his head again. Even when powered down, Sun still watches over him. Moon hums in response and shuffles to the bed. His eyes never leave Sun as the bed dips from the added weight, as he slots himself up next to Sun. One arm slips under the gap between his neck and the bed. The other goes over, holding him in place. His legs find their place behind the bend of Sun’s.

His upper hand rubs circles on the familiar surface. Where these hands had left scratches on blue metal, they now caressed the smaller yellow surface.

Different city, different space, but at least he can still hold his body. Although it is not the same colour, it still feels like he remembers. The slenderness of the forearms. Every fine joint in the long fingers. He pulls Sun closer, if only to be closer, if only to be himself again.

But a hard pressure against his chest stops him every time.

Behind layers of clothes, the inflexible metal underneath always keeps them apart. Never flush together when they are in this position. It will always be there to jab into his chest every time he tries.

A reminder of how far he’s fallen.

thank you for reading!

want something to cheer you up? go and check out the meme art i shared yesterday! Moon is there to hug that sad away!

want more heartbreak? look verrrry closely at moon's arms in that meme art (or if it's hard to see the image description in the ALT mentions it)

#fnaf moon #fnaf dca #dca fandom #New Do Same You AU #hairdresser au #oh man my hands are so cold i'm nervous #i don't usually share my writing #but this is good practice if i want to write and share the full fic eventually #so i hope you like it!#don't worry sun and eclipse have their own fair share of trauma #and with trauma there will eventually be triumph even just the smallest bit there will be #might share a silly drabble next to balance out this one!#we'll see we'll see!#crab writes

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[M] denotes work is Mature; not recommended for minors.

[WIP] Work In Progress; active to semi-active.

Updated:4/13

Miscellaneous Characters/Stuff

Like Family: Feral - a submitted fic to darling June of fallenrepublick (and my first ever SW fanfiction).

Star Wars as Birds

The Mandalorian

Fireside Friendship [Mando x GN!Reader]

[REQ] Beskar Buddies [Mando and Boba Fett]

[M] Your Body Remembers [Mando x GN!Reader] [WIP]

THE BAD BATCH

Rough Stuff: Wrecker x Sick!Reader {A sick-fic idea I had like a year ago}

Sorry, Wrong Comms!: Hunter x Medic!Reader

[REQ] Thorny Days [Hunter x Fem!Reader]

[REQ] Late, Lakeside Picnic [Wrecker x Reader]

[REQ] Twelve Standard Hours [Wrecker x Fem!Reader]

I See You [Crosshair x Fem!Reader]

Tide pools aren't for swimming [TBB x GN!Reader]

[REQ] Babe Across The Bar [LGBT+ Fem!Reader]

A (Hair)Cut Above The Rest [Hunter x Fem!Reader]

[REQ] It's a Mario Party! [TBB Headcanons]

CFE: Of Honeysuckle and Haiku [Tech x Fem!Reader]

[REQ] Untitled [Hunter x Fem!Reader] [WIP]

Untitled [Wrecker x F!Jedi!Reader] [WIP]

On hold: Hunting the Nexu

GENERAL CLONE STUFF

Contains OCs, Drabbles/Ficlets, 3 Am Thoughts™ and Headcanons on "Clone Culture" that I've taken to writing while watching TCW all the way through for the first time~

Clone OCs Masterlist

Under Bursting Skies [GN!Reader Ficlet]

[M] "Creative" Miniseries [501st Edition]

[M] "Creative" Miniseries [TBB + Wolfpack Edition]

[M] "Creative" Miniseries [212th Edition]

On hold: Welcome to the "Cozy Clone" Hotel

THE CLONE WARS

Mostly the Clones from the series; contains Drabbles/(Mini)Fics and Headcanons.

[REQ] Captain Rex with a shy love interest

[REQ] Captain Rex with a shy partner

[M] Poets and Painters - Commander Wolffe x Reader

[REQ] Movie Night! [501st x GN!Reader]

[REQ] The Long Way Home [Fives x Reader]

Pick My Brain

Example One of my thoughts on proper Canon vs Legends and why I'm probably inaccurate

Why I use ____ in my fics: [Mando’a] [Distinction of "non-alcoholic beverage"]

My Art

**Not all of my artwork is added to my masterlist so be sure to check out my art tag for everything!**

The Domino Twins - Star Wars

The Blue King - Star Wars

How Dominoes Fall - Star Wars

99's Legacy - Star Wars

Tears for Her Kingdom - Legend of Zelda

Haunted by 42 - Marvel

KYBER//COLOR - Star Wars

Last of the Pack - Star Wars

In a hole in the ground... - Tolkien

Troops of the Tribunal - Star Wars

Clone Helmet Collection I - Star Wars

The Little Mudhorn - Star Wars

Sun Lanterns - Disney

"Plo's Bros" Nose Art - Star Wars

Snowclone - Star Wars

Clone Collection II - Star Wars

How Good A Man - Star Wars

Clone Helmet Collection III - Star Wars [WIP]

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Living Up To The ‘Legacy P.7 ✈️| Top Gun Maverick Series Finale

Contains major spoilers for TGM

Read parts 1-6 here -> Series Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Lt. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Barbara ‘Legacy’ Mitchell (past/eventual romance), Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x daughter!OC (platonic), Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (platonic), Lt. Robert ‘Bob’ Floy (platonic), Lt. Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace (platonic), pretty much the rest of the characters are platonic.

Content Warnings: major angst that ends in fluff, profanity, combat accidents, light panic attack. Suggestive content near the end | Female OC (she/her) | wc: 8k+

Premise: Barbara Mitchell was helpless as she stood in the control room of the carrier, watching alongside the crew as her father, lover, and friends set forth on the high risk mission they spent weeks preparing for. Time is of the essence, and Barbara could only sit back and pray they make it out alive despite potential obstacles thrown at them. The fate of her future depends on it.

Note: guys we are finally here! The final part of my Legacy series 🥹 i actually wanna tear up cause I’m kinda sad it’s over. I loved this movie so much and these characters and Barbara has a special place in my heart. I still have the epilogue so don’t worry it’s not fully over just yet. And who knows maybe I’ll do some drabbles that are part of this series in the future. Thank you to everyone who has followed me, gave me feedback and has waited patiently. Much love to you all and thank you for the support! See you in the epilogue.

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“Dagger One, up and ready on Catapult One.”

Barbara was nervously chewing on her bottom lip, standing beside Hondo as they watched the screens in front of them with the crew. Admiral Simpson and Bates were not too far from them while they waited for the Squad. Maverick was the first to report.

Next came Hangman, “Dagger Spare standing by.”

“Dagger Four, up and ready,” Payback relayed followed by Phoenix, “Dagger Three, up and ready.” Barbara held her breath as the last person reported. Rooster. “Dagger Two, up and ready.”

The comms officer nodded to Cyclone, “Support assets airborne. Strike package ready. Standing by for launch decision.”

“Send them.” Seconds after Cyclone’s order, a light rumble could be felt above the crew. It continued for several seconds, indicating the Dagger Squad was in the air.

“Dagger One away…….Dagger Two away….Dagger Three away……Dagger Four away.”

Fumbling with her dog tags, Barbara could hear the beeping of the radar while her eyes watched the image of the four planes flying in formation toward enemy territory.

“Comanche, Dagger One. Standby check in,” Maverick said through the comms. A response came a moment later, “Comanche one-one, set. Picture clean. Recommend Dagger continue.”

“Copy. Daggers descending below radar.”

The beeping of the radar signaling their position continues to beep until coming to a stop. “Daggers now below radar. Switching to E-2 picture.” The screen enlarged as it switched to E-2. Barbara could see the planes listed with her teammates' callsign as they continued in formation. She and Hondo shared a look.

“Here we go. Enemy territory up ahead. Feet dry in sixty seconds. Comanche, Dagger One. Picture.”

“Comanche. Picture clean. Decision is yours.”

“Copy,” Maverick said before falling silent. Seconds later his voice returned with the order, “Dagger attack.” Though faint, Barbara could make out the sound of tomahawks firing off of the nearby ship aimed to destroy the enemy’s runway. They appeared on the picture with the second comms officer stating, “Tomahawks airborne.”

“No turning back now,” Warlock made the comment, eyes locked on the image of the missiles passing the Squad. Maverick once again spoke into the comms, but it was too his team, “Daggers, assume attack formation.” Slowly with sharpness, the planes maneuvered with Phoenix and Rooster moving in between Maverick and Payback. “Dagger set. Proceeding to target. Two minutes and thirty seconds in three, two, one, mark.”

“Two mark.”

“Three mark.”

“Four mark.”

A click beside her had Barbara turning her head slightly, noticing Hondo had a pocket watch timer in his hand. The steady pace of her heart started to increase as the nerves filled her when Mav said, “Going in.” At that moment the team entered the terrain, making the first of many tight turns they were to endure while increasing their speed. “First SAM site overhead.”

That sent chills in Barbara. She could only imagine what her teammates were thinking with the threat of SAMs right above their heads. Yeah she had successfully done the course, but it wasn’t like it was the real deal.

“Looks like we’re clear on radar, Mav,” Phoenix said. While it gave Barbara a sense of relief, she knew better than to think they were safe. Maverick had the same idea, for he replied, “Let’s not take it for granted.”

“More SAMs!” Fanboy exclaimed. “Three o’clock high!”

“We got two minutes to target,” the update came from Bob.

“Copy. We’re a few seconds behind, Rooster. We got to move.” Barbara stiffened, watching how Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy’s jets were gaining distance between them and the others. Just seeing it send a wave of dread. Even being a second behind could make or break the mission.

“C’mon, baby,” she muttered under her breath while the comms officer reported the tomahawk location. “Thirty seconds to Tomahawk impact on enemy airstrip.” Those thirty seconds were gonna pass quick, and unfortunately it was about to have new obstacle.

“Dagger, Comanche. We’re picking up two bandits. Single group, two contacts.” Eyes widening, Barbara mentally cursed and glanced at Cyclone who also appeared surprised, “Where the hell’d they come from?”

Warlock had no clue, “Long-range patrol?” He offered. ‘It had to have been,’ Barbara thought to herself. There was no way the enemy would leave their territory unguarded when they knew their illegal uranium plant was set to become operational. They had to have expected someone to take it out.

“Comanche, what’s their heading?” Phoenix asked, and Barbara could make out the light waver of her voice despite trying to remain calm.

“Bull’s-eye 090, 50, tacked southwest.”

“They’re headed away from us. They don’t know we’re here.”

“The second those Tomahawks hit the air base, those bandits are gonna move to defend the target,” Maverick’s voice came in a rush, the adrenaline starting to take over. “We have to get there before they do. Increase speed.”

“We got you, Mav. Don’t wait for me.” While Maverick and Phoenix's jets pushed forward—the screen showing their location on the terrain—as they increased speed, Rooster and Payback remained behind. It had Barbara squeezing her eyes shut, a slight tremor in her hand when she brought it to her forehead.

“Sir, Daggers Two and Four are behind schedule. Time to target, one minute twenty.” The second comms officer followed the first with, “Tomahawk impact in three, two, one.” Not a moment later he is calling out, “Impact. Enemy runway destroyed.”

“They know we’re coming now.”

Cyclone was right, because the Comanche comms officer reported, “Bandits are switching course to defend the target.”

“Rooster, where are you?” Maverick asks, causing Barbara’s heart to skip. Distance between them had been gained and they were falling seconds behind what they needed to be. Payback voiced his frustration, “Come on, Rooster. Bandits inbound. We got to make up time now. Let’s turn and burn.”

Barbara’s eyes closed in a silent prayer. It may have been a mistake to be in the control room. As much as she felt she’d be worried sick remaining in her room by herself, the anxiety was overwhelming. There was no way she’d be able to remain calm if she were alone.

“Heads up, Phoenix.”

“Whoa!” Bob shouted which made Barbara look up at the screen. There must’ve been an obstacle they did not anticipate in the terrain.

“Sir, bandits are two minutes from target,” the comms officer relayed, catching everyone’s attention. “Daggers are one minute from target.”

“Come on, Rooster,” Hondo muttered with a shake of the head. “Move it or lose it.”

Fanboy thought the same, “Guys, we’re falling behind. We really gotta move.”

“If we don’t increase our speed right now, those bandits are gonna be waiting for us when we reach the target.”

“Talk to me, dad.”

Nothing could stop the glistening of Barbara’s eyes when she heard Rooster say those words. It told her everything about how Rooster was feeling at that moment. His dad was the only one who could get him through what came next. What followed was a sob in the back of her throat as her own father replied, “Come on kid, you can do it. Don’t think, just do.”

It must have been enough, because before she knew it she was witnessing Rooster’s plane shoot forward, leaving Payback behind who responded quickly, “Jesus, Rooster, not that fast!”

“There you go, baby,” she whispered to herself, feeling a small smile on her lips. Maverick was also pleased, “That's it, kid, that’s it.”

Rooster’s voice was confident as he spoke, “All right, let’s go.” They were back in the game. It would take a moment for them to catch up to the others, but their speed had increased so much they had Barbara worried about the turns. “Damn, Rooster, take it easy.”

“Sir, Dagger Two is reengaging.”

“All right,” Cyclone sounded relieved, “Now hit your target and come home.” The pop up point was approaching, and soon everyone in the control room appeared on edge.

“Thirty seconds to target. Bob, check your laser.”

“Air-to-ground check complete. Laser code verified, one-six-eight-eight. Laser is a go!”

“Watch your heads!” Rooster suddenly calls out, followed by Fanboy exclaiming, “Holy shit! Shit!” It must’ve been whatever it was Mav had warned Phoenix about the minute prior. She made a mental note to ask about it when they retuned—-if they returned.

“Payback, you with me?”

“Right behind you.”

Barbara’s eyes drifted to Mav and Phoenix’s plane, inhaling sharply. They were seconds away from pop up. Glancing at Hondo, he looked just as nervous as her. “Phoenix, stand by for pop-up strike.”

“Dagger Three, in position.”

“Popping in three, two, one.” Grunts could be heard through the comms, from all three of the aviators as they ascended the first part of the mountain. Next they were inverting their dive to descend toward the target before pulling upright. “Get me eyes on that target, Bob.”

“Dagger Three,” Bob stuttered, out of breath from the maneuver. “Stand by, Mav.”

“Come on, Bob, come on.”

“Stand by,” he repeated, making the anxiety rise for Barbara. She brought her hand up to her mouth, gently biting the tip of her finger. “I’ve got it. Captured!”

“Target acquired. Bombs away.” Mav grunted again, as did Phoenix, when they popped up yet again to begin their high-G ascend. The control room was so silent a pin could drop. All eyes on the screen and ears listening for confirmation.

Bob broke the news loudly, “We got impact! Check, direct hit! Direct hit!” The only physical reaction Barbara gave was letting out the breath she had been holding. Beside her, Hondo clenched his fist in silent victory.

“That’s miracle number one,” Warlock spoke for all of them.

“Dagger Two, status.”

“Almost there, Mav. Almost there,” Rooster responded, and the nerves returned all the same. He and Payback were now making the inverted dive. “Fanboy, where’s my laser?”

Panic filled Mickey’s voice, “Rooster, there’s something wrong with this laser!” Barbara’s stomach dropped, willing herself to remain calm. “Shit! Deadeye, deadeye, deadeye!”

“Come on, guys, we’re running out of time. Get it online!”

“I’m trying!”

“Come on, Fanboy!”

“Nearly there! Nearly there!” There was a tremble in Barbara’s legs, the woman glancing to the ground as if by not looking at the screen what’s happening over comms will settle. She was biting her lip so hard she nearly broke skin. They were running out of time.

“Come on, Fanboy. Get it online.”

“There’s no time. I’m dropping blind.”

“Rooster, I got this!

“No time. Pull up.”

“Wait!”

“Bombs away! Bombs away!”

“Oh my God.” The world stops as everyone holds their breath for a second time. Barbara could literally hear her own heart pounding, having to put a hand to her chest as though it would calm it down. A shout of relief escaped as Hondo pulled her into a side hug when the Comms officer shouted, “Bull’s-eye! Bull’s-eye! Bull’s-eye!” Cheers rang all around, some sailors high fiving while others pumped a fist in the air.

“Miracle number two,” Warlock exhaled as the cheers came to an end. Cyclone didn’t even smile, for he knew what came next, “Now they’re in Coffin Corner.”

That seemed to snap Barbara out of her joy. For a moment she forgot that the team was far from safety. Dread filled her at the realization they were about to be fired upon by enemy SAMs.

“We’re not out of this yet,” Mav struggled to say. The second he and Phoenix were out of the mountain climb he saw the first sign of movement. “Here it comes.”

“Radar warning! Smoke in the air. Phoenix, break right.”

“Emergency jettison. Dagger Three defending.”

“Here comes another one!” Bob screams to his pilot. Barbara felt chills along her arms as the dogfight against SAMs began. It was going to be a tough fight and they were limited on their weapons.

“Dagger One defending.” Barbara felt Hondo move closer to her, placing a comforting hand to her shoulder. Together they watched the screen with nervous eyes, seeing the planes of her father and Phoenix do their best to win the dogfight. Payback and Rooster were approaching the end of their climb. “Rooster, status.”

The pilot didn’t answer, but his grunts and heavy breathing could be heard through the comms. Seconds later they hear Rooster go, “Oh my God.”

“C’mon, Rooster,” Barbara muttered, panic filling her at the sound of his tone. “You got this. Come back to me.”

“Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!”

“Break right, Payback!”

“Breaking right.”

“Oh my God, here they come!”

“SAM on your six, Rooster!”

“Deploying countermeasures.” Slight relief came to Barbara when Rooster responds with, “Negative contact.”

“Dagger One defending.”

“Talk to me, Bob!”

“Break right, Phoenix! Break right! Mav! Nine o’clock! Nine o’clock!”

“Rooster, two more on your six.”

“Dagger Two defending.”

By now Barbara was squeezing her eyes shut with tears threatening to spill. The chaos from the comms was too much. The team was talking over each other, giving statuses and warnings to each other. People in the control room were trying not to react but it was obvious they were experiencing the same level of anxiety as their pilots.

“Payback, SAM on your nose.”

“Dagger Four defending.”

“Rooster, tally, seven o’clock.”

“Talk to me, Bob!”

“On our six!”

“Dagger Two defending.”

“Phoenix, break right!.”

“I see it!” By that point one could hardly make out the individual voices. Mav was talking over Rooster, Bob and Payback were speaking at the same time. Barbara’s head was spinning by the overwhelming emotions she felt. She wasn’t even in the air and it was like she was living it through her teammates.

“Dagger Two defending.” And in the split of the second, Barbara’s world took a turn. “Shit, I’m out of flares!” Rooster’s panicked tone gave her chills, heart rate increasing by the sudden fear. Evading SAMs was difficult in itself, but not having countermeasure

“Rooster, evade, evade!” Maverick ordered.

“I can’t shake ‘em! They’re on me! They’re on me!” The numbness started in her fingertips, before moving to her hands and along her arms. A gasp escaping her as time seemed to slow when the comms went silent. Rooster’s shout followed by Mav’s grunt could only be heard before the world came crashing down on Barbara when her fiancé screamed, “Mav! No!”

“What happened!?” She heard herself shout before anyone else could react. Phoenix was the one to unknowingly answer her, “Dagger One is hit! I repeat, Dagger One is hit! Maverick is down!”

“No,” her broken whisper was met with tears as Rooster called out to her father, “Dagger One, status.” When there was no answer—causing Barbara’s hope to decrease, he repeated, “Status.” Meanwhile Barbara was already losing her composure, “N-no.” Hondo moved closer when she staggered, hand on her shoulder as his own expression mirrored hers.

“Anyone see him? Does anyone see him? Dagger One, come in!”

“I didn’t see a parachute.” A pained sound escaped at Payback’s words. All Barbara could do in that moment was pray that Maverick made it in time to eject. There was a chance he could be hurt and lying in the snow, but at least there was a chance he was alive. She refused to believe otherwise.

“We have to circle back.”

“Comanche. Bandits inbound. Single group, hot. Recommend Daggers flow south. One minute to intercept.” Cyclone was conflicted, eyes flicking to Barbara briefly before shaking his head, “Get ‘em back to the carrier now.”

Barbara continued to cry silently while the comms officer ordered the team to fall back, “all Daggers flow to ECP. You have bandits heading for you.”

“What about Maverick?” Rooster objected, voice strained to contain himself. His tone was laced with pain, breaking Barbara’s heart even more.

“Tell him there’s nothing he can do for Maverick, not in a goddamn F-18,” Cyclone’s voice cracked, surprising Barbara. The admiral and her father had been at odds the whole time leading up to the mission that hearing emotion in his tone was not what the aviator expected.

“Dagger Spare request permission to launch and fly air cover,” Jake's sudden offer had Barbara’s eyes widened, looking to Cyclone with hope. Maybe with four jets they could take out the two bandits.

Her shoulders deflated at the sight of the Admiral shaking his head. “Negative, Spare.”

“Launch search and rescue,” Warlock ordered, but was vetoed by Cyclone—another knife to Barbara. “Negative. Not with bandits in the air.”

Anger started to replace the sadness. Hondo’s cut in, “But, sir, Maverick is still out there.”

“We are not losing anyone else today,” Cyclone cut him off sharply before turning to the second comms officer. “Get ‘em home now.”

As the officer gave the order, Barbara’s fury consumed her. It filled her vision as the last hope for rescuing her father was denied. What the hell was he thinking. There was still a chance Mav could be alive. Alarm bells were going off in her head.

“You’re not gonna do anything?” She was pushing past Hondo, but the man’s arms took her by the waist and held her back. The team was speaking through the comms but Barbara didn’t hear them. Her focus was on the Admiral who was leaving her father behind. “You can’t even deploy search and rescue to give him a chance at coming home, Cyclone!?” Cyclone gave her a warning look at her tone which was rising with each word, not flinching under her gaze.

“Lieutenant—.”

“You’re leaving him out in fucking enemy territory!! Are you out of your goddamn mind!?”

“If you cannot calm down I will have you removed from this carrier at once!”

“THAT IS MY FATHER OUT THERE!” Her scream echoed throughout the control room, ending in a choked sob as she struggled against Hondo’s grip. Little did she know it carried through the comms officer microphone, allowing the whole team to hear her cry. Phoenix was holding back tears, as was Bob. Fanboy had squeezed his eyes shut, muttering a silent prayer while Payback’s jaw clenched. Even Jake heard and brought a shaky hand to his jaw.

And Rooster? He no longer heard the comms officer ordering him to acknowledge. Hearing the pain in the love of his life’s voice sealed the deal for what he was about to do. He could only hope she’d forgive him. If it didn’t go as planned, he’d be destroying whatever was left of her heart. ‘I love you, Barbara.’

Hondo eventually pulled Barbara away a few steps as she crumbled into his embrace. There were voices coming through the comms but she could barely hear with the sound of her muffled sobs. Then she was freezing still when the comms officer spoke, “sir, Dagger Two has gone rogue.”

“What?” Cyclone demanded as Warlock glanced at Barbara.

“He’s heading toward Dagger One’s crash site.”

“Goddammit, Bradshaw.” Barbara couldn’t even describe the feelings consuming her. Fear, grief, sadness, anxiety, all combined at the the possibility her father was dead and her lover was heading straight for danger. ‘What the fuck is he thinking?’ Her grip on Hondo’s forearms tightened, eyes flicking to the screens where she spotted his plane long away from Phoenix and Payback.

Then it disappeared.

As did Barbara’s soul.

“Dagger Two is hit,” the second comms officer stated, disbelief in his voice. He had to repeat it just to believe it was really what he was seeing, “Dagger Two is hit.”

“Dagger Two, come in,” ordered the first comms officer, but was met with silence. “Dagger Two, do you copy?” With her knees no longer able to hold her, Barbara collapsed with a wail against Hondo, who’s own tears were spilling on his cheeks.

Warlock brushed a hand across his jaw, wincing at the sound of Barbara’s cries while the comms officer continued trying to reach Rooster. “Dagger Two, come in. Dagger Two, do you copy?” Cyclone’s head dropped. “Dagger Two, come in.”

“N-no—no-no-no!” Barbara sobbed, Hondo holding her tightly as they crouched on the floor. Her head was pounding, face red as the tears continued to pour. There was no stopping them now. She lightly hit Hondo’s chest, but he didn’t mind—letting her release it all. “No! Not him too—not him too!”

Hondo rubbed her back, “I know, honey. I know.” The choked air leaving her had Hondo telling her to breathe. “You’re gonna hurt yourself if you don’t calm down, Barbara.” He knew the signs of a panic attack well, and saw the pilot was potentially about to have one. “Breath with me.” Together they took deep breaths before slowly releasing them. All the while Hondo rubbed her back, signaling for someone to grab the nurse on deck in case Barbara were to pass out.

“We were g-gonna get married again,” she sniffed, lip trembling as she spoke and missing the way Hondo’s eyes widened. “I-it can’t—. They h-have to-to be okay, Hondo. T-they have to be.” Although Hondo wanted to believe Maverick and Rooster were alive, the odds were against them. Trapped in enemy territory with bandits patrolling the air and an air base not too far from their location meant they would be found soon if the Navy didn’t act fast. If Barbara was in the right mindset she’d be running to the deck to steal a plane and go after them herself. She’d fight anyone who tried to stop her—not caring if it meant prison time.

Unsure of what to say, Hondo let out a sigh, “Barbara…”

“No!” She cried, slapping his chest again. She refused to let her hopes up. “Nothing can kill Pete Mitchell—not even himself! Nothing, Hondo, nothing!” There was so much time they needed to make up. After so many years of estrangement and fear of the cycle repeating, Barbara and Maverick had finally made progress in their relationship. That was her dad—the man who would walk her down the aisle when she remarried the only person who her heart was reserved for.

It would not be the end of Maverick and Rooster. She would not accept it.

“Nothing.”

Meanwhile, deep in the woods of enemy territory, Maverick and Rooster were scoping out the scene in front of them. Smoke made it hard to see—the airbase having been blasted by a multitude of tomahawks making the enemy unable to deploy their aircraft. Alarms were sounding, filing the pairs' ears along with the shouts of men running across the tarmac.

Rooster was unsure of why they were there, glancing at Mav to see him deep in thought. “You’re not serious.”

Oh but he was. Maverick shot him a look before raising from the snow, Rooster following in suit with the same hesitant expression. God, this was not what he planned for when he decided to save Mav. It was like they were planting themselves for the enemy to see.

They moved closer with Rooster taking the binoculars to scan the hangers. Clicking his tongue, the words left his mouth before he could stop them, “I plan to marry your daughter , sir…..again.”

In his peripheral vision he saw Mav snap his head to him. He quickly put the binoculars up to avoid his eyes, a blush coating his cheeks both from the adrenaline and the fact he had just dropped a bombshell on his ex-and soon to be again-father-in-law.

When Pete didn’t respond he got worried, pulling the binocular back a tad to see his reaction. Mav’s mouth was parted, blue eyes wide as he processed the news. Maybe Bradley should’ve waited till they were back on the carrier. Or let Barbara be the one to deliver it. Maybe Maverick would've taken it better coming from her—cause then again, Rooster’s actions had her divorcing him in the first place. If Maverick knew the details then it was shocking he hadn’t confronted him.

Then to his surprise, Maverick smiles, chuckling as he says, “Can I at least be a part of the wedding this time?”

Rooster blushes, biting back a grin. He should’ve expected that blow. “We wouldn’t want you anywhere else.” Maverick claps on the back in congratulations with a, “Let’s hope she doesn’t kill us when we get back.”

Oh fuck. That’s right.

If there was one thing on the planet that scared Rooster—and maybe even Maverick—it was an angry Barbara Mitchell.

And she was going to kick his ass.

“Looks like I’ll be sleeping on the couch for the next year.” Mav laughs at Rooster’s words, the latter bringing his attention back to the binoculars. When he landed on a familiar sight—one he saw in museums—his stomach dropped, “You’ve got to be shitting me.” Nope, his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. “An F-14?”

“I shot down three MiGs in one of those,” Mav casually says, as if that made Rooster feel better about their chances.

“We don’t even know if that bag of ass can fly.” The older man made a face, slightly offended by the insult—like it was directed at him and not the plan. Raising his brows, Mav jumps up, “Let’s find out.”

“Mav!” Rooster whisper-shouts, but it falls flat. The older man was on the move, trying not to slip down the slight hill as he walked onto the enemy’s tarmac. Gulping, Rooster nods to himself—while praying to God Barbara doesn’t kill him if they make it out alive—before chasing after Maverick.

Together they got to the F-14 without attracting attention to themselves with Pete giving Rooster instructions on how to start it up. They had to act fast and thankfully no one appeared or passed by as they were doing so. Once the engines were a go and all pins were removed, Rooster closed the hatches left open before climbing on top of the wing and into the backseat.

“Canopy?”

“Clear!” Rooster shouted as he buckled himself in. The jet exited the hangar with Mav slowly bringing it onto the taxiway. In the back, Rooster removed a Polaroid picture he had snugged in his front pocket. Running a gloved finger over the image, he felt warmth spread through him as he stared lovingly at it. It was a candid photo of Barbara laughing with the sunset behind her. Her once long hair was pulled up in a messy updo, gold necklaces stacked against her neck and adorning a baby blue sundress with daisies spread across the fabric.

It was one of his favorite photos of her. Taken at a happy point in their marriage shortly before everything went down. Rooster kept it with him all this time, hoping that one day they’d be able to amend things.

Bringing the photo to his lips, he whispered, “I’m coming, baby.” He could not imagine what she must’ve been going through. Thinking both he and her father were MIA or worse, dead. He made a silent promise to make it up to her. Placing a kiss against the image before placing it back in his pocket where it would be safe, Bradley felt the plane come to a stop.

“Both runways are cratered. How are we gonna get this museum piece in the air?” There is no answer from Maverick. Instead his fingers are moving toward the lever on his left. Feeling the vibration, Rooster frowns and turns to his right to see movement outside the canopy. A *thump* from his head hitting the side rings out, “Why are the wings coming out, Mav?”

Again, Maverick doesn't answer—making Rooster nervous at what he was thinking. The engines are soon starting up. “Mav, this is a taxiway, not a runway. This is a very short taxiway, Mav.”

“Just hang on.”

Now Rooster was well aware Maverick lived life on the edge. You can’t have a name like Maverick and not live up to the name. But what Rooster did not think the man would do, was use a cratered taxiway as a runway. However, he was shot backward into his seat when Mav suddenly hit the gas, “Holy shit!”

“Come on, come on, come on,” Mav repeated, watching the needle on the knots get higher and higher. “Needle’s alive. Come on.” Rooster peers from the side of Mav’s seat—eyes widening at the large building-like obstacle at the end of the taxiway. It looked like fuel tanks.

“Mav?”

“That’s it. Come on, come on!” The needle gets higher, knots increasing. “All right.”

“Mav!”

“Here we go,” Mav is pulling the stick back, the front wheel lifting off the ground before the back wheels follow. They were coming up fast with Mav having to draw them up high to avoid collision.

“Holy shit,” Rooster closed his eyes, pictureing Barbara in his mind if it was to be his last thought before death. He wanted to remember her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes light up when talking about the things she loved. He thought of their kiss goodbye on the carrier.

A rattle of the plane’s front wheels hitting the side of the tanks sounded amidst the heaving breathing from Rooster as the Gs he was feeling. Once they were steady and he could think straight he switched on his ESAT.

He had to let her know they were okay.

Back on the carrier, the second comms officer became shocked at the beep on the radar in front of him. The tiny lettering spelling out ‘Rooster’ appeared near the top left corner. “Sir, we’re receiving a signal from Rooster’s ESAT. But there seems to be a malfunction.”

Having been brought to a chair and forced to drink a bottle of water and Tylenol for her headache, Barbara dropped the cool towel the nurse had given her as she shot up. Hondo, who was standing close by, gently brought her back when she moved to the officer, “Wait.”

“Have you lost him?” Warlock asked. Both he and Cyclone had their attention on the officer, as did most in the room.

“No, sir.” The officer turns in his chair. “He’s supersonic.” Barbara’s hand went to Hondo’s, squeezing it at the sudden wave of hope in her veins.

Warlock couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “He’s airborne.”

“In what?” Cyclone spoke incredulous. What the hell could have he been in to be traveling that fast. His F-18 was shot down.

“Sir,” the first comms officer hand went to hold her headpiece, the Admirals turning to face her. “Overwatch reports an F-14 Tomcat is airborne and on course for our position.”

“It can’t be,” Warlock said to himself while Barbara turned to Hondo with her jaw dropped. She felt like she could cry again, but this time out of joy. Her gut was right, voice going low as she whispered, “I knew it.”

“It can’t be!”

Silence. In all his years of Naval service, Cyclone was speechless. Face unreadable, there was no mistaking the awe behind his eyes. Only one person could be responsible for what the comms officer revealed.

“Maverick.”

With the immense relief that Rooster and Maverick were safe and on their way to the carrier, Barbara made her way to the deck—having had it with the control room. Hondo prepared for their landing with the flight crew so the pilot busied herself by searching for her friends who should have already returned. “Natasha!” She shouted, running to the woman when she spotted her on the opposite end of the runway. Hearing Barbara, Nat shot toward her, meeting her halfway with the two embracing. The others lightly jogged behind her.

“I’m so sorry,” Phoenix sniffed when they pulled away. Her eyes were rimmed with redness that matched Barbara’s. The second they landed the pilot allowed her emotions to release, crying for Maverick and Rooster. But mostly Barbara. “C, I’m so—.”

“They’re alive,” Barbara grasped her forearms, watching the surprise overtake Nat’s face. The guys surrounded them with similar expressions, waiting for answers.

“Wha-what are you talking about? They got shot down. Rooster, he—.” Barbara cut her off with a shake of the head.

“His ESAT came up on radar—I was in the control room when it happened. He—I don’t know how but the maniacs stole an F-14. Overwatch caught sight of them. They are on course for us at this very second.” The realization dawned on each of them, Bob running a hand through his hair as he met Fanboy’s eyes.

“Holy shit.”

“An F-14?” Payback questioned with hesitance. “You’re serious?”

“The tomahawks must’ve missed the planes and only struck the runways,” Barbara replied, licking her bottom lip as the alarms went off around them. “The fact it got in the air fucking surprises me.”

“Well yeah. That’s like a dinosaur egg being discovered and it hatching,” Fanboy commented, making Barb roll her eyes at the reference but smile nonetheless.

With a sigh of relief, Phoenix brings her into another hug. “What are you gonna do when they land?”

“Kick their ass—especially Bradley’s for scaring me like that,” When Phoenix’s laugh subsided Barbara leaned in closer so the guys would not hear her next words, “and tell him yes to marrying him again.” The gasp Phoenix let out made Barbara grin, pulling away to wink at the brunette.

“You’re serious?”

The pilot nodded, bringing a finger up to wipe the residue on her face. “Yeah, the man popped the question before taking off. Told him I’d give an answer when he came back. But we both knew it was going to be a yes. I love him so much, Phee.”

Nat squealed, doing a little dance and embracing Barb that the two stumbled a bit. “Oh my God! I’m so happy for you two—congrats!”

“Thank you,” Barb giggled, steadying themselves. The guys all looked at each other confused, “Uh what did we miss?” The women ignored them with Phoenix pulling Barbara back a few steps away from their nosy ears.

“I knew you two would find your way back to one another. I had hoped this detachment would be the reason—even though you two acted like children in the beginning.”

“Hey!” Barb whined with mock offense. “Some of it was reasonable if you could agree.”

“True. But it could have also been fixed earlier with simply talking to each other,” Phoenix gave a warning look, making Barb’s shoulders deflate in defeat.

“Okay, you’re right. I should’ve got the truth of what happened that day before jumping to conclusions.” What she purposefully left out was the argument that followed that night with her and Rooster. Nat didn’t need to know he called her a cunt. Otherwise Rooster may not get the chance to marry her cause he’d be dead the second he landed.

The sound of shouts from around the deck captured their attention along with an engine starting up. Barb’s eyes narrowed in confusion, frowning when she saw Jake’s canopy shut. “What’s happening?” She asked no one in particular.

“Looks like they’re sending Hangman out,” Fanboy squinted against the setting sun.

“But why?” Phoenix stepped to the side to get a better look. The flight crew performed last minute checks and soon Hangman was at the catapult waiting to be released. The group watched him raise his hand in a thumbs up before saluting to the crew, and next thing they knew he was off in the air.

Barbara didn’t like what she was thinking. Something had to have happened—or about to happen—for them to send Hangman to assist in bringing Mav and Rooster back.

“They’ve been spotted.”

What they hoped would be a smooth ride back to the carrier was in fact the fight of their life against two fifth generation fighters. After successfully shooting them down—in a F-14 of all planes—things were looking good when they exited the terrain. The ocean greeted the pair, both sighing with relief that they had made it out.

Fumbling with the breakers, Rooster gave a silent victory when he got the radio to work to which Mav instructed him to get in touch with the boat. But their peaceful moment was ruined at the sound of the beeping indicating they had been locked.

Searching around and behind, the sky was clear with no sign of a plane approaching, but as Mav turned forward he was met with their nose. It was not a good sign. The dogfight getting out of enemy territory left them with no weapons—they were a sitting duck for the lone jet. The best thing they could do was evade, but even that didn’t look promising.

Bullets ricocheted off the plane, the damage slowly increasing that would leave them with catastrophic consequences if they took any more. Mav’s best bet was to get high and eject, screaming at Rooster to prepare himself as he shot them upward. The high climb pushed Gs against them, the two breathing heavily as fear consumed them. When they got high enough Mav shouted, “Eject, eject, eject!” Behind him Rooster was pulling against the ropes, but was met with nothing.

The seat stayed put. He was trapped.

“Rooster, pull the handle!” Mav ordered in a haze. “Eject!

“It’s not working!” His panicked voice screamed back. They continued to climb up, the enemy on their tail though the bullets seized. It wasn’t too hard to put together they were trying to missile lock on them. And with their position, Mav and Rooster would not be able to evade it. “Mav!”

With tears lining his eyes, Mav solemnly thought of the two people he would be letting down. “I’m sorry,” first he saw his best friend. “I’m sorry, Goose.” Then he pictured his daughter. Memories of her as a child played in his mind like a movie. The first time he held her. Her laughter as she jumped in his arms when he surprised her at kindergarten. The moment before he took off and said she loved him. “I’m sorry, Barbara.”

He closed his eyes at the sound of the missile lock. Waiting for the end to come. But, it went away and instead the explosion he expected to swarm him was behind the plane. Gasping, he and Rooster turned around as best as they could in their seats to find a cloud of smoke and debris falling into the ocean.

And a F-18 emerging from the darkness.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking,” Hangman’s voice filled their ears, all the stress alleviating from their bones. They couldn’t help but laugh—what were the odds at Jake appearing in the nick of time. “Please fasten your seat belts, return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions…” He pulled up beside them, ending with, “And prepare for landing.”

Mav hit his fist against the canopy, raising a thumbs up to the blonde pilot in gratitude. “Hey Hangman,” Rooster said, smiling under his mask, “You look good.”

“I am good, Rooster. I’m very good,” just like how he was the first night back to Fightertown in the Hard Deck, Hangman had the smug but this time friendly, expression to match his words. Breaking off, he goes, “I’ll see you back on deck. Your lady is waiting for you.”

With a shake of the head, chuckling as he let the calm wash over him, Mav swung the nose around in the direction of the carrier. They caught sight of Jake landing, and it was then the Captain remembered they were missing some pieces to their plane. “Maverick is downwind. No front landing gear. No tailhook. Pull the cable and raise the barricade.”

On the deck, members of the flight crew rushed to gather the ropes while Maverick took it upon himself to do a fly by. He could never pass up the opportunity. It felt like he was back in 1986 with Merlin, but this time it was Rooster. By the time he pulled around the barricade was up and ready.

Slowly they descended, the large crowd of crew members holding up binoculars as they stared in awe of the F-14 tomcat making its final land. Decades after her last ride.

Suddenly a jolt had Mav’s eyes widened, looking at the control panel just as Rooster groaned, “Please don’t tell me we lost an engine.”

“All right, I won’t tell you that.”

“Okay,” Rooster just leans back in his chair, holding onto whatever he can as they near the deck. This was going to be a story to tell one day. It made him smile at the thought it could be him and Barbara’s children that would receive that story.

The end of the carrier came up fast, Mav letting the stick drop forward before they made impact with the barricade. It sent the two forward, clutching onto their seats to steady. Thankfully their belt buckles pulled them back so they didn’t smack against whatever was in front of them. When they came to a stop, they could finally breathe.

Crew members in fire hazard suits raced to extinguish the engine, the smoke and vapor wafting against the canopy. “You good,” Mav asked, unbuckling his restraints.

“Yeah, I’m good.” As the canopy opened, they were met with cheers as members of the crew and team ran to them. They ginned, sweat dripping from their forehead and waving to the crowd.Barbara had yet to be seen, for she had raced to Jake when he landed—the two sharing a hug with Barbara thanking him for saving the two.

Mav threw his helmet down for someone to catch, and the two were helped from the plane where they were embraced as cheers rang out from every corner. Hondo was the first one to greet Mav, the two sharing a mutual look of respect as they smiled while Rooster was surrounded by the whole team. There was one person he was looking for, but he embraced Phoenix and clapped hands with Payback, high fiving Fanboy as they approached him.

As Mav shook hands with members of the crew, his attention snapped to the voice calling out, “DAD! D-dad!” Pivoting his heel, his eyes landed on black hair pushing through the crowd, before Barbara’s tear stained face was revealed to him, “Dad!” His feet did the moving, arms opening in time for her to launch as the crowd parted, a broken sob as she cried, “D-dad!”

His face went to her hair, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Tears lined Maverick’s eyes, a lone cascading down his cheek as the noise around them seemed to muffle. All he cared about was his daughter in his arms.

“I-I knew,” she sniffed, clutching tight against him despite the gear in the way, “I knew you’d come back.”

“I promised I would, didn’t I?”

She nodded against his chest, “You did. Thank you for keeping it.”

“All always keep my promises to you, honey. Till the day I die.”

When they broke apart after another minute, Barbara wiped her face, but it didn’t do much because when she caught sight of the man a few steps behind Mav, the emotion returned. Glancing over his shoulder and finding who it was her gaze was on, Mav smiled at his daughter before placing a kiss to her hairline and stepping aside, “Made sure to bring him back for the wedding.”

Barbara’s jaw slacked, surprise in her eyes at the fact her father knew Rooster proposed. “He told you?”

“Right before I made him help me steal an F-14.”

“I still can’t believe you pulled it off. You should've seen Cyclone’s face, dad, the man was in awe. You left him speechless.” Mav couldn’t help but feel proud of that. Knowing he had the Admiral unable to form words. That sure inflated his ego a bit.

Maverick put his hand on Barbara’s back, gently pushing her toward the man she loved. Before she could step closer, Barbara took his hand and squeezed, “Thank you, dad.” He squeezed it back, nodding with a smile as he let go.

Rooster had been occupied with Hangman, the two shaking hands in mutual respect before the latter embraced Phoenix, leaving Rooster to smile at the sky. Heart pounding, the tears already escaping, Barbara came up behind Bradley and placed her hand on his arm. When he turned, it felt like the world had stopped as they locked eyes.

Like they were the only two left on the planet.

“Roo—,” Barbara was cut off by being lifted in the air, arms flinging around him as she pressed her face into his neck—not caring it was sweaty and he smelled of jet fuel. In fact the smell brought her comfort, knowing he was safe and there with her after thinking she’d lost him.

In that moment everything around them disappeared. Barbara didn’t think about the future and the fact the flight suit she had on may be the last time she ever wore it. Any anger or resentment she once felt prior to coming back to Fightertown was long gone. The future no longer scared. All that mattered was the present.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed against her skin, kissing the area just below her ear, relishing in the warmth it provided. Her body shook with sobs, Rooster rubbing a comforting hand along her back as he shushed her. Everything she was feeling Rooster felt too. The man didn’t want to live another day where he did not have Barbara by his side.

“Y-you scared me to death. I thought I fucking lost you, Bradley. Both of you.”

“I know,” he mentally cursed himself. “I’m so sorry I put you through that.” He didn’t want to picture Barb’s reaction to him getting shot down. The way she screamed for Maverick was so heartbreaking that Rooster knew it had to have destroyed her thinking the same fate happened to him.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

“Yes ma’am,” he promised, clutching onto the woman as he felt her pull away slightly to look him in the eyes. A hand came up to wipe the tears.

“You’re sleeping on the couch till I say otherwise.” The joke had Rooster throw his head back in laughter, Barbara grinning down at him with the way he was holding her up. He nodded, as though he expected that and agreed. She then brought her hand to caress his cheek, love in her gaze, “I’m so proud of you, Bradley. So fucking proud.”

Rooster’s breath caught in his throat, emotion consuming him as his eyes became red. He didn’t know how to respond to that, but let his actions take over by placing Barbara down gently before getting down to one knee. The crowd around him was still cheering, but many stopped with faces of shock—especially the team minus Phoenix. The brunette had brought her clasped hands in front of her face, beaming at the scene in front of her. Maverick mirrored hers, arm around Hondo as they watched on.

Rooster took Barbara’s left hand in his while her free one came up to her mouth. Though he had already asked that morning, she did say she’d give an answer when he returned. “Barbara Mitchell,” he began, trying to keep his voice steady, “I’ve made mistakes, ones that I promise to spend the rest of my making up to you. You are the most incredible, hard-working, devoted, and beautiful woman I’ve ever met. There’s no one else on this planet who could have my heart because I gave it to you a long time ago. And I don’t ever want it back. Will you allow me the honor of being your husband once again?”

Barabara could barely make him out with the water filling her vision but she manages to weakly nod as the crowd shouts with glee—Payback whistling as she yells over the noise, “Yes!”

Rooster shoots up, spinning her around as he takes her into his arms—her laughter echoing against the cheers. “We’re getting married!” He doesn’t bother adding ‘again’. They already knew that.

When he finally sets Barbara down, he brings her into a long awaited kiss, his hands cradling her face as her own came up to his neck. In that moment they wished they were alone, and as to not get carried away the kiss lasted only a few seconds. Pulling away, Rooster whispered against her lips, “I love you so much, baby.”

She kissed him again, “I love you too. So so much.”

“I can’t wait to call you my wife again.”

“Me too,” she grinned at him, pulling him close to her by the straps of his gear. Her voice takes a different turn which has a hungry look take over Rooster. “You have a lot to make up to me, Bradshaw. Starting tonight.” He turns them away from the crowd, mouth going to her ear where he gently takes her earlobe between his teeth.

“Yes ma’am.”

When Rooster goes up to Maverick, Barbara stayed close behind and said thank you to anyone who offered her congratulations on the engagement. “Guess I should start calling you Mrs. Bradshaw again, huh, C?” Jake grinned, bringing the woman into another hug.

“Damn right,” she laughed, pulling away to look into his eyes. In all her years of knowing the blonde, Barbara never thought she’d have him to thank for saving the people she loved most. Yeah Jake was arrogant and the resident asshole, but he had a heart. Gratitude filled her as she said, “Thank you for bringing them back to me, Jake.” He lightly patted the side of her arm in a friendly gesture.

“The honor is mine. Plus it gave me another kill.”

She rolled her eyes, of course he would say something like that. Smirking at the opportunity that arose, Barbara couldn’t let it disappear. “That’s only one more than me, Seresin.” The shock in his face had her looking smug, patting his arm to let it sink in as she turned away.

“Wait—what? Did my ears deceive me or does Barbara Mitchell now fully live up to her name?”

Glancing over her shoulder to find Hangman looking at her with awe, Barbara sent a wink in his direction. “I always live up to Legacy.”

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bearlytolerant · 7 months

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bright and new- |M| sam coe x oc

Sam helps spacefarer get ready for a gala and is pleasantly surprised by an unexpected kiss.

somewhere close to me- |M| sam coe x oc

Sam and spacefarer attend a gala and he experiences a twinge of jealousy.

deepest of cover - |E| sam coe x oc

Sam can’t get Shepard out of his head so he allows himself a little treat.

Shepard doesn’t realize what she’s walking into until she does.

love on your arm - |E| sam coe x oc

Sam shows Shep how he feels.

kill off the hours |E| sam coe x oc

Shepard drags Sam into the Coe Heritage Museum and things get frisky.

the world can wait |E| sam coe x reader

An NG+ prompt fill for the main quest Entangled.

loop |G| sam coe x reader

A very short drabble to dispose of my numb feelings after ng+.

facade |E| delgado x reader

You attempt to strike a deal with the Crimson Fleet but things are never that simple.

split skin mid fic |E| Delgado x oc | complete

Delgado needs the Legacy like he needs air. When he indulges himself in the pirate captain Verity Blanche’s loathsome little game of give and take, he finds that it might just be worth it if he can achieve his dream through her.

Renegade - long fic |M| sam coe x oc | wip

Shepard, on the run from her past, seeks asylum on Neon. With the funds from a few odd jobs and a shady loan, she purchases a small bookshop. Though her shop is practically failing, she can always count on her favorite customer, Captain Cora Coe to make a weekly purchase. But when she can’t make a loan payment on time, her life gets turned topsy turvy and she’s forced to depend on friends for help.

AO3

#bear writes #starfield #starfield masterpost #sam coe x f!spacefarer #sam coe x oc #sam coe x zero shepard #starfield fanfic #delgado x oc #vergado

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twokinkybeans · 1 year

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Hmmmm let’s do 69 😈

I knew that at least one person would request this! Help. Okay so... Here we go!!! 😈

It's time foooooooooorrrrrr... "Amok Time" by Five Year Mission! (Idk what’s worse about having to write a Starker fic based on this song; 1) the fact that it exposes my obsession with Star Trek TOS even through my taste of music, 2) the fact that it’s AMOK TIME on the 69th place bc of the homoerotic content of the episode the song is based on, or 3) the fact that I went like “I can totally write a realistic drabble about Starker in Space lollll. Either way… Enjoy this Starker/Star Trek/Fuck or Die thingy… I guess? ;P)

#69: Amok Time (listen here!)

Peter was the youngest Starfleet Captain to have ever existed, and rightfully so. He’d superseded the outstanding legacy of Captain James T. Kirk with his quick thinking and creative solutions to the issues at hand on the USS Avenger.

Later, after this whole incident was over, Peter knew this might be one of the most creative ideas he’s ever had to ensure the safety of his crew, but right now, he could not think about it even if he wanted to. Stark’s cock in his ass sure managed to take over his ability to think straight.

“Stark!” Peter cried out, panting heavily underneath the man. Stark whined, a low grunt rumbling from the depths of the Vulcan’s throat.

“Mine,” he hissed, pounding his Captain harder. “You’re mine, Peter.”

Peter didn’t know if Stark would still feel the same way once his blood fever passed, but at this moment, Peter couldn’t care less. He nodded desperately, his nails clawing at Stark’s back hard enough to draw green droplets of blood. “Yours, I’m yours!”

Stark started to fuck him harder, hips snapping back and forth with such strength that for a second Peter was scared he was gonna get seriously injured, not that Banner wouldn’t be able to fix him, but… He didn’t think he’d ever get plowed this hard. It was so goddamn hot, though, the way Stark was all open and raw, panting, claiming him.

“Peter, Imma-!” With a loud, animalistic cry Stark came, his alien dick pushed deep inside Peter’s ass. Peter gasped, clenching around him as he felt the cum fill him up. Yours, he thought again, and Stark as the touch telepath he was, moaned, body shaking, and then- oh god. Peter’s eyes flew open wide when he felt Stark’s cock swelling inside him rapidly. Jesus.

“S-Stark- what’s that? Oh, fuck!”

Stark’s face broke into a wide, playful grin. He moved his hips slightly, pushing the swollen nudge even further inside Peter. Peter’s eyes rolled back, and he sobbed happily. It felt so good. Too good.

“You like my knot?” Stark inquired, still breathing hard. Peter nodded, eyelids heavy. “It was made to keep our cum inside our partners for as long as possible. It takes a while to go down, though my blood fever seems to have faded… Want me to care of your cock darlin’?” Peter nodded again, knowing that if he spoke there wasn’t much he could say, and he gasped loudly when Stark’s fingers wrapped themselves around his cock. He jerked him fast, squeezing in all the right places. Peter gasped, rocked his hips up, and gripped at the sheets beneath him when he felt Stark’s knot move inside him, and yet, at the same time, it held him in place. Stark chuckled darkly and leaned in to kiss his Captain.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Stark murmured hotly against his lips. Peter keened with pleasure, catching Stark’s lips between his teeth and dragging him down in a hot, messy kiss. It’s too much, too good, and before Peter even knew what was happening, Stark flicked his thumb past his cock one last time, and Peter came with a loud cry.

Peter rode out the waves of his pleasure, enjoying the way the Vulcan cradled him in his arms and peppered him with kisses all over his face, his neck, his chest, until finally, his knot seemed to shrink.

Stark grunted when he pulled out and collapsed on top of Peter.

“Did it… Help?” Peter asked softly. Stark nodded.

“Yeah, the blood fever has passed. I… Thank you, Captain. You didn’t have to do this.”

“Mr. Stark…” Peter sighed. “If I hadn’t done this, you would’ve died. I could not bear the thought. Besides, we… had fun, didn’t we?”

“Fun, Captain? Vulcans would never describe the Pon Farr as a time of fun.” He paused. “I suppose you humans would see it that way.”

“Oh shut up, Stark.” Peter laughed and shoved him a little. He didn’t miss the playful sparkle in Stark’s eyes, but it was clear that now that the blood fever had passed, Stark would go back to his old insufferable self. Peter smiled. Ah well. He loved him like this, and he knew they’d get their chance to talk. They would.

SEND ME A NUMBER BETWEEN 1-100, AND I'LL WRITE A DRABBLE BASED ON THE CORRESPONDING SONG FROM MY SPOTIFY WRAPPED! (Numbers 3, 4, 7, 22 and 69 already taken!)

#kimwrites #starker #spotify wrapped #drabbles #send me numbers pls! <3

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strykingback · 2 months

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Drabble: To Tell Someone.

Before reading this drabble please read the previous drabble "Capture"

_______________________________ OST: Recovery Location: Actus Hospital, Brumel Time: Four Years Ago ________________________________ "My boy.... you must... carry on the legacy... I leave behind. You have an amazing aim... one that even exceeds my own......please. Bury me with my family in the village we passed... so that I may finally... be with them." Odin Simo's voice rung out in Zeks mind...as that was the last time he would hear his master.... and his only father-figure in his life die while he himself was alone.....

Yet at the same time he did carry on that legacy... by watching, waiting, and then unleashing hell upon his opponents. Those opponents being the Solitas Liberation Front..... as he would snipe each one and leave nothing behind.... but then...just as he finished off the last bits and pieces of the private military company.

He would start to laugh with joy knowing he was able to finish off his opponents this time properly as when he was celebrating he was struck by a bullet to the jaw the later on exploded. as he roared in pain finding the Sniper who did it and shooting them as he fainted.....

But.. then the blinding lights would show up in his vision as he woke up with a groan sitting up. "Bloody hell, you're finally awake." Eros said holding his helmet while he was on the bedside chair looking at the Sniper.

"Great.... am I getting arrested for what I did."

"As much as I would love to arrest you right here and now. You did us a great service taking down the Solitas Liberation Front. No less dismantling them so badly that they went quiet.." Eros answered.

"Good. those cykas deserved it...." Zek would say leaning back on his bed, while Eros chuckled.

"Well I am going to give respect where respect is due. It took us three years to find out what those bastards were hiding and for you its like you knew and you wanted to kill them all right? " Eros asked.

"Aye. Because... when I was but a child... they took everything from me. joy, love, laughter, and more from me. Now I cannot find that here in this world... I feel more empty.... " Zek responded to the other.

"Wait.. were you one of the survivors of the Forde Village Slaughter?"

"DONT YOU DARE- ACH!!!" Zek would snap before the pain in his jaw would spike as he leaned back on the bed with Eros standing up gently. "Easy mate.... your jaw is still healing after the facial reconstruction surgery we had to put it through......"

"What?! How bad was the damage?!" Zek asked.

"Bad.... literal hole in your jaw mate....." Eros answered with the young sniper sighing.

"But by your reaction Im gonna take that as a yes. Mate. not only were you rescued by us but you saved some people that were being held for ransom by the Solitas Liberation Front. While I dont know if its not enough to convict them but at the same time......."

"They'll find a way to keep going..... and thats what annoys me the most....."

"Yet, I am getting a squadron together after my request was finally answered thanks to the Fall of Beacon. Was wondering if you were wanting in?" Eros asked.

"Im in....if anything there are more PMC's worse than the Solitas Liberation fucks out there that need to have their heads blown off." Zek would say while Eros smirked....

"I'm now your commanding officer. Captain Eros Ahab, at your service mate..... but for now rest and thats an order." He said leaving the room..

_____________________________________________________ Present Day...

"Oh bloody hell.... why did I have to be chosen for this one. ..." Eros said to himself feeling Ergis nudge him towards the door. "It was never an easy thing... telling someone that their son, daughter, or child was either captured or killed. But at the same time... they needed to know."

"I know boy I know...." Eros said swallowing the lump back a bit before he finally knocked on the door.... and thus awaited a response.

#[Every Hero Has Its Story- Drabble]#[A Commander Never Surrenders- Eros]#[The Deadliest Sniper- Zek]#[Random Talking In The HQ- Dash Commentary]#long post tw

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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Persistence 2 & 3 🤤 with our Captain Steve Rogers please!!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark alpha!frat boy!Steve Rogers x omega!sorority!reader [Captain’s Legacy]

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark themes and elements, typical HCV warnings, manipulation, shared sex tape aftermath (without consent).

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | An Arcadia-Kappa party brings your worst nightmare.

Yandere Prompts: P is for... Persistence 2. “I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I’ll catch you.” 3. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”

𝗪/𝗖 | 791

𝗔/𝗡 | i didn’t know if you meant a steve au, but i just wrote something for captain’s legacy instead !! consider this a peek into the future. i wouldn't call him a yandere but this is dark alpha steve from HCV, so as mean and manipulative as always.

The eerie silence shatters with a familiar deep voice and your phone falls to the floor, an awful crack filling the air. “The buses don’t run this late, I thought you would’ve known that.” He glances around the empty street, the yellow lights dimly glowing, barely illuminating the sidewalk or closed shops. It’s late, long since people have retired to their homes and cozy beds—as you should be. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”

You can’t answer, frozen where you stand at the deserted bus stop with your haphazardly packed bags. The oxygen gets thinner the closer he gets, and soon you’re trembling and hiccuping into your hands, the mere sound of his voice brings back the waves of humiliation.

“You didn’t even stay for the movie.”

“Movie? Is that what you’re calling it?” You scoff. Flashes of your nude and vulnerable body come rushing back with shame hot on their tail. There you were, plastered on the big screen for everyone (only the Arcadia assholes) to see, ridicule, guilt, and laugh at.

“I was in it too. Don’t you think I feel bad?”

“No! I don’t, because that’s what you wanted! You always said you’d show people but…”

“You didn’t believe me.” Steve finished like it was the simplest thing in the world and didn’t bring you to the ground right then and there.

You fought that weakness in your knees, willing yourself to stand upright for as long as you could. “I-I can’t do this anymore—” His features distort when tears pool in your eyes, “I want to go home, please—let me go.”

“You aren’t thinking straight, baby. Look at yourself.”

Your gaze drops to your feet, sockless in your boots and your pyjama pants wet from the snow. The winter breeze sinks through your thin sweater and the cruel December air prickles along your skin, almost as painful and unrelenting as the aching in your chest.

“Why can’t you just let me leave?”

He reaches for you but hesitates when you flinch, “Why?” He echos, “I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth.”

Your heart swells, soaking up every ounce of sweetness in his words. You starved for it, wept and longed for it, any smidge of love, devotion, appreciation or want—the very things you were denied as a child. And it’s coming from the man who has hurt you the most.

But then he ruins it, tilting your chin up and forcing you to meet his eyes. “No matter where you run, I’ll catch you.”

You try to push him away, but his hand grips your throat. He doesn’t squeeze or jerk you around, he holds you there, daring you to do something. “You—You said you wouldn’t show anyone.”

“And, I didn’t.” He promises, rubbing his fingers on your gland, “If I did, the whole school would’ve seen it. Not just Arcadia and Kappa.”

Perhaps the next time you try to run away, you’ll remember just how many people have seen that little naughty film. Tonight was only the beginning, and if you didn’t clean up your act soon, the whole college would know how desperate Kappa’s legacy really was.

“Don’t you believe me, sweetheart? I’ve done so much for you,” the list is endless, “I love you. Why would I ruin all of what we have just to seem cool in front of my friends?”

Steve was remarkably intelligent and friendly with the professors, and they’d do anything to keep the star football captain happy, but he hasn’t only helped you academically, your new clothes and laptop are prime examples of that. And you were happy—you are happy, right?

“Doesn’t that seem dumb? You’re my baby and you’ve already had such a tough day. I wouldn’t hurt you like this.” He lies straight through his teeth, wrapping your pretty head in false security. “It was Bryce, he took it from my room and thought it would be funny to play in front of everyone.”

“I can’t go back… I won’t.” You shake your head, feeling hot streams down your cheeks. It pains you to seek comfort in his touch. His presence and warmth wash over you, reviving those confusing feelings that occupy your mind every hour of every day. Even now, when you wanted nothing to do with him, they were as bright as ever.

“The guys are talking to him right now.” Steve exhales, tugging you close. You fall into his chest easily, weeping into his sweater. “He’s never gonna hurt you again, I promise.” One by one, he swings your bags over his shoulder and gently takes your hand, as if you could shatter if he breathed too hard. “Let’s go home, omega. It’s too late for you to be out.”

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screamingeagle · 11 months

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How Max Writes, a Drabble

Fifth of May, 1949.

Upon this day I turn twenty-four, yet I have no plans to celebrate during times of such intense strife.

The Germans have taken the United States, they have bastardized our concepts of freedom and dare to brainwash the masses by changing the education system's curriculum, they forbid the concept of speaking against that so-called Leader and have forced our President to abdicate in favor of a German leader. There are newspapers that speak of German cuisine being much better than the melting pot that was American cuisine, according to so-called experimental polls made by the fascist boot-lickers.

But, worst of all, they refuse to acknowledge their massacres in New York and Chicago in feeble attempts to rid the survivors of their horrific bombings. For months, I have witnessed many desperate attempts by the invaders to find more and more of my fellow fighters to forcibly dwindle our numbers-- whether by torture, bribery or flat-out murder. One of the Nazis is Evelyn's ex-husband, Dominik Schulhoff. I'd my suspicions he would look for me one day, ever since I had him removed from the movie scene entirely due to my findings on his betrayal in attempting to sell out many soldiers in the United States Military to Nazi forces.

At this particular moment in time, I write as Chicago once again is forced into curfew, hiding away in what I can only call my office as my fellow people attempt to stack bags of sand and collect whatever supplies they could scavenge from such ravaged cityscape outside to prepare for possibilities of shootouts with the Germans. I am forced to be a man once again, in shoes far too big for me to ever be able to fill. I am unable to even leave a mere mark that could compare to Captain Blazkowicz's impact in history. I am a boy doing a man's work. And I am alone.

I can already predict that in eight days I will be captured. Our supplies are lacking, people are losing faith. I will be tortured, alongside my friends. And then I will die.

It's humorous, writing this on my day of birth, a day meant for celebration by myself and loved ones, yet I cannot bring myself to even do so. I can only sit here, pondering on the legacy I would be leaving, why I began all of this at all. I have not been a good father, I have been absent just like my own family had been with myself all for a war I willingly signed up for. I will be leaving Evelyn with our children. I will be forgotten by the very little ones I swore to raise and watch grow up. I am leaving them alone. And for that, I am sorry.

Perhaps, it would be right for me to leave a final message in case I cannot write any longer.

Then, to my dearest Evelyn, my brightest star, my most wonderful love, I ask of you to stay strong. This world will be hellish, yet it is but a mere glimpse into the war I'd fought in for so long to protect you. I ask of you to continue living-- if not for me, then for our children. I ask of you to use the light of your love to guide those that need it just as you had with me. You were a complete blessing bestowed upon me by God-- an angel sent from the Lord, the embodiment of a night sky blanketing the universe. I am but a mere stargazer compared to you my love, and I hope to be with you again in another life.

To my elder son, William, I ask that you grasp the kindness you have shown to so many others and hold it tight. Cherish it, for in this world it may become a rarity. Be that beacon of kindness, of joy, of love, and do not ever let the enemy take it from you, because that is your weapon and your shield. Where they yell, be soft. Where they strike, retract your hand. And where they wound, merely lick your wounds. For if you wait for the right time, for if you can prove the apathy of the Nazis and the empathy of genuine people, you have won. Allow yourself to build an army of your own through acts of kindness and strengthen those bonds and soon, you will find these people will fight alongside you no matter what. You are never alone-- there will always be those that would want to help you, no matter how much of a minority they become.

And to my younger daughter, Amelia, you will not remember my face. I will be but a mere story to you told by your beautiful mother, perhaps just bones ready to be looted for any passerby to sell my belongings. Perhaps not even remains are left. I ask that you remain steadfast. Continue being yourself no matter what this world becomes-- if you love another lady, then love that lady with all your heart. If you desire to become more masculine, or in between, or neither, then do so. So many people in this world-- not just the Nazis-- are so against the concept of going against the mainstream. I will admit, I had never been able to fully be who I wanted to be, so I will tell you to not be like me. Be fearless. Do not tolerate such bigotry and mindless hatred spouted by the masses, do not allow yourself to be dictated by what they believe should be normal. Be whoever you desire, and inspire others to do the same.

I did not have a good beginning in this life, nor will I have a good end, but still this life was so worth it, all because of you all. I am a flawed man-- so much so that it could be comparable to coal, yet hopefully I was able to make enough of an impact on all of you. To all of you and any possible loved ones you have, I leave my life savings that I saved since my childhood-- all shared evenly amongst all of you to ensure the best outcome for having a foothold in this world. And if this journal somehow survives to meet any of your hands, I ask you hold it tight just like your kindness and strength, read it all. Learn of my experiences and allow this journal to survive, so then I may have some form of legacy to show that I, Max, existed.

I would not have gotten this far were it not for the blessings that you were for me. For that, I thank you.

This may be my last entry I ever write. If I am somehow alive after this, then I pray to God that I could spend the rest of my days with all of you.

From your loving father and loving husband respectively, do not ever give up.

Maximillian Elizabeth Bennett.

#✯i'd be eternally wed to her ~ aesthetic/headcanon/musing✯#ask to tag tw #nazi tw #war tw #implied death tw #death tw #torture tw #bigotry tw #nsfj

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polizwrites · 11 months

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PoliZ’s Stucky Bingo Round Four Masterpost (R4011)

Despite the long runtime of this bingo, I wasn’t sure I was going to get a blackout - I did need an Adopted square and a last minute drabble to get there. I filled 25 prompts with 24 fanfics (one multichapter work = 2 fills) for a total of 17,758 words written. I completed seven of the nine Monthly challenges - woo!

I had a mix of platonic (eight) and romantic/sexual (fifteen) fils, plus two Stuckony fills. Ratings-wise, I wrote fifteen Gen-rated fics, five Teen-rated, one Mature and four Explicit.

See below the cut for my completed card and fill list.

B1 - Mutual Pining: Making All Things New - Chapter 3 [Steve/Bucky, Explicit,1837 words]

B2 - "Hold on. You can't even drive a car." : Stucky Bingo March 2023 Round Robin [Steve & Bucky, General,325 words]

B3 - Legacy: A Written Promise [Steve & Bucky, General,400 words]

B4 - AU: Artist/Muse: A Work of Heart [Steve & Bucky, General,652 words]

B5 - KINK: Double penetration: Fill Me Up With Your Love [Steve/Bucky/Tony, Explicit,1613 words]

I1 - 1930's: Casting Bread Upon the Waters [platonic --> romantic, General,456 words]

I2 - Marksmanship: A Moving Target [Steve & Bucky & Clint & Tony, General,100 words]

I3 - "Open wide": Stucky Bingo December 2022 Round Robin [Bucky & Steve, General,333 words]

I4 - AU: Changed into an Animal: Avian Avengers [Bucky & Steve, General,100 words]

I5 - Friends to Lovers: In Sickness and in Health [Platonic --> Romantic, Teen,1036 words]

N1 - AU: Fairytale: The Captain and the Soldier [Steve/Bucky, General,200 words]

N2: Okoye: A Refuge for Rogues [Steve & Bucky, General,701 words]

N3 - FREE: Making All Things New - Chapter 1 [Steve/Bucky, Explicit,2026 words]

N4 - Nerdiness: Stucky Bingo September 2022 Round Robin [Steve/Bucky, Teen,339 words]

N5 - Telepathy: Stucky Bingo October 2022 Round Robin [Steve/Bucky, Teen,330 words]

G1 - Adopting a pet: Stucky Bingo January 2023 Round Robin [Steve/Bucky, General,306 words]

G2 - Writing format: remix one of your fics: Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole [Bucky/Steve, Teen,1238 words] (ADOPTED)

G3 - Music: Stucky Bingo April 2023 Round Robin [Bucky/Steve, General,348 words]

G4 - KINK: Car sex: Well I Wanna Make Your Motor Run [Bucky/Steve, Mature,200 words]

G5 - SHIELD: Stucky Bingo May 2023 Round Robin [Steve/Bucky, General,341 words]

O1 - Identity Porn: Surrender (But Don't Give Yourself Away) [Steve/Bucky/Tony, Explicit,2192 words]

O2 - Stark Tower: The Words Engraved Upon Our Souls [Bucky/Steve, Bucky & Tony, General,986 words]

O3 - Domesticity: Rite of Spring [Steve & Bucky, General,369 words]

O4 - AU: Supernatural: Beyond the Beast [Steve/Bucky, Teen,984 words]

O5 - Innocence: Stucky Bingo November 2022 Round Robin [Bucky/Steve, General,346 words]

#writing stuff #bingo masterpost #stucky bingo round 4 #stucky #MCU/Marvel #shameless self promo

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dominustempori · 1 year

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Alright people, it's happening again!

The fanfic muse has been haunting my dreams, and distracting me at my job more than sporadically, these last few months. And I have FINALLY put pen to paper...or fingers to keyboard I should say.

Not a Ghostbusters story this time, but my own little story to add to the legacy that is the Monkey Island saga.

I (partially) blame some new mutuals I've 'met' since the latest game, "Return to Monkey Island," was released last fall. Mind you, the BAREST hint of an idea for an MI fic started swirling around my fangirl brain years ago when the LAST game, "Tales of Monkey Island," came out back in 2009. "Return" helped to solidify that idea, along with some brilliant artwork that was inspired by this amazing adventure game.

More chapters (parts? I don't know what I should call them exactly, but I've got plenty of head canons I might turn into proper fics or drabbles.) may most likely appear in future posts, and maybe my FFN account. Maybe. At the very least I had to get a start to clear my head a little more. A long-awaited (by me, hee.) story featuring one of my OTPs: Elaine Marley and Guybrush Threepwood.

So...here we go. Hope you all enjoy.

“Their Grandest Adventure Ever”

Part 1:

The warm Caribbean sun shone its morning light through the Captain's cabin’s beveled windows. Its rays alighted on a head of long, slightly unkempt golden hair, which stirred slightly as its owner approached a semi-state of wakefulness. Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate, groaned softly as the sunrise broke over the horizon. He had hoped for a few more minutes of sleep, but today, time waited for no captain.

“’Morning, Plunderbunny,” he muttered groggily as his hand reached out across the bed. “Are you awake yet?”

The silence he received spurred Guybrush into opening his eyes and waking up just that bit more. His wife must’ve gotten up earlier, but where was she, he wondered.

He called out a little louder, “Elaine? Sweetie?”

Guybrush sat up in a rush, fully conscious now. If Elaine had been in their washroom, surely she would have called back to him. Maybe she was already dressed and on deck? Or down in the galley helping with breakfast? Although, he thought to himself, she rarely, if ever, was awake and about her shipboard duties by sunup. Both of them tended to linger in bed a bit after slowly waking up, AFTER the sun had risen, often still in each other’s embrace.

“Better go and find her,” the pirate captain muttered to himself, and then added as an afterthought, “I hope she’s all right.”

Guybrush hurriedly pulled off his night clothes and rummaged in his wardrobe for his usual ‘at-sea’ outfit: white linen shirt, black trousers, stockings and boots, belt and baldric. He decided to forgo his blue captain’s coat, and opted for one of his waistcoats – midnight blue silk with a swirl pattern embroidered into it, with gold buttons: his latest anniversary gift from Elaine. He smiled to himself as he put the vest on, swiftly tied his hair into his traditional ponytail, and then turned around to head out the door.

He stopped for a second: why was the door open? Not completely, but not closed all the way as he had done last night? If Elaine had gone out to start working, surely she would have closed it behind her so as to let her husband sleep undisturbed?

Guybrush was worried now.

He rushed out of the cabin and looked around the ship, from portside to starboard…unless she was down below or up on the quarterdeck…wait.

There she was! She was leaning on the starboard railing, just a few steps away from the cabin and looking at… what exactly? Her hands seemed to have been grasping the balustrade more…tightly than she normally would, he observed. She was sort of more…hunched over. And she was looking downward…something in the water maybe-hopefully not another giant manatee.

And had she…had she been crying? Her face had that distinct blush to it, but, tinged with…an almost greenish hue? Then he heard the slightest, shuddering sob come from his wife’s lips, followed by a long sigh.

He couldn’t stand there any longer. Guybrush hurriedly walked over to his poor Plunderbunny’s side, reaching out and calling her name. “Elaine! Are you all right? What’s wrong?”

Elaine started at the sound of her husband’s worried shout, and then turned around to face him as he got near her, though she was still feeling a little shaky. He had both his arms extended out, as if he wanted nothing more than to pull her into a hug and hold her close. But his face told a different story: eyes wide, mouth set in a nervous frown…he knew something had happened to her.

She stood up a little straighter, reached one hand out towards one of his, and gently laid his palm on her warm cheek, to help ground and steady her a bit more. She laid her other hand on his own face, to reassure him.

“I’m…I’m all right, love. I’m feeling better now.” Guybrush couldn’t help but wince a bit at the sound of her voice; it was a bit hoarse and low-pitched…far too much for just having woken up.

“Sweetie,” he said as he moved his hand from her face to gently grasp her shoulder,”…you’ve been seasick. You NEVER get seasick! Not in all the years we’ve been together. Something’s wrong…are you SURE you’re all right?” He was making a mighty effort to not let the wave of panic he started to feel creep into his voice, but from looking at Elaine’s wide, emerald eyes, he wasn’t sure if he was succeeding.

Elaine started to respond, but then, taking her husband by utter surprise, fell into his arms and started to weep. She laid her head on his chest, with both hands grabbing his shoulders tightly; her warm tears slowly rolled down her tired face and onto Guybrush’s shirt. Taken aback for a moment, Guybrush came to his senses and embraced his sobbing spouse. One trembling hand moved to the back of her head to stroke her long, dark red hair, the other hand curving around to gently rub her back.

They stood that way for a few minutes, Guybrush giving his wife time to calm down a little, and then he placed a reassuring kiss to her temple. “Let’s get you back to the cabin, back to bed so you can rest up. Get a drink of water or something…come on, Laineykins. I’ve got you.”

Elaine began to shake her head no, but she felt so tired after her cry, she couldn’t help but lean into her concerned husband’s side as he led her back to their bedroom. As they stepped inside, Guybrush closed the door behind them, indicating to the crew that the Captain wished to not be disrupted. He then guided Elaine toward the bed and waited until she sat down on the edge of the mattress. “I don’t feel like lying down just yet, Guybrush, I…could you join me?” she asked her husband softly.

“Of course, honey. Can I get you anything first? Do you think you could keep down some water? “

“A small glass would be lovely, dear. Thank you.”

Guybrush went around to his nightstand where a pitcher of fresh water stood, along with two pewter mugs. He poured Elaine and himself some water, and handed a mug to Elaine. She smiled slightly up at him as he sat down carefully beside her. “Slowly now, a little sip at a time,” he reminded her. He wouldn’t admit this to anyone BUT Elaine, but he’d had a bout or two of seasickness when he was a younger, more inexperienced pirate.

He decided to let Elaine start the conversation; she obviously wanted, no, NEEDED to tell him something, but there was no point in making her more anxious or upset. After a couple small sips, she wet her lips and took a deep breath.

“Guybrush, dearest, I’ve…this isn’t the first time I’ve gotten sick the last few days.” That brought a gasp from her husband, who proceeded to take her free hand and hold it in his own. He started to say something but Elaine beat him to it. “Please, love, let me finish.” Guybrush gulped down his words, but his widened blue eyes spoke volumes. Elaine took another calming breath and went on. “I was hoping I wouldn’t wake you when I got up to, well…I wanted to let you sleep in. I didn’t want you to worry unnecessarily, at least, not until now. I, um…”

Guybrush couldn’t resist taking advantage of her pause. “Elaine, please tell me. Is there something wrong? I mean, you’ve been feeling sick for the last few days? That must mean something?” Oh when Guybrush used his pleading voice…how could she resist it?

“Sweetie, I, it’s not THROUGHOUT the day that I’ve been feeling unwell, just…when I…when I wake up.”

“Alright, so you’ve been getting sick in the mornings, and…”

Guybrush could DEFINITELY not help but gasp as he took in what he just said. Sick…in the MORNINGS. He didn’t think his eyes could get any wider, or that he would ever find himself at a complete loss for words. Elaine stared back, with a hopeful smile and a tiny glistening of tears in the corners of her eyes.

Her stunned husband shook his head for second, before carefully taking Elaine’s mug of water and placing it on the floor along with his own. With a slight smile of his own, he then placed one hand gently along his wife’s reddened cheek, and the other…ever so carefully… over her belly.

“Sweetie…do you think you might be…?”

“I…I think I might be, love.”

Guybrush let out a small but joyful laugh. He looked down at where his hand lay on Elaine’s stomach, and saw her own hand move to cover it. Then he laid his gaze back on his beautiful wife’s…glowing…face. Was it a trick of the morning light, he thought? “No, she IS glowing. How didn’t I notice before? Well for THAT matter…oh never mind that! Say something to her!” he reprimanded himself.

“Oh Elaine, I…you’re…we’re…”

Elaine gave a small laugh of her own as she realized her husband was feeling a little overwhelmed, much like the first time they met. That thought made her smile all the wider.

“Yes, my love. I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a father. We’re having a baby.”

#rtmi spoilers #fanfiction #elaine marley #guybrush threepwood #otp: plunderbunnies #the ship that literally sails itself #oh man this has been a long time coming for me #amateur time lord fancies herself an amateur writer #comments/reblogs/likes ARE LOVE #no beta we die like men

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