#snow kazansky

[cupids-arrow-matchmaking-boss]

Meet Charity "Snow" Kazansky

*Britt Robertson is Charity's face claim.

About Her

Daughter of Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

She's a Navy LT and a fighter pilot just like her dad

Her callsign is an homage to her father's while also a play on her male classmates in Top Gun considering her a virgin or 'pure as the driven snow' in her personal life

The idea is furthered by the fact she turned each and every one of them down flat

She does end up first in her class, much like her father did during his time at Top Gun

She ends up in Cupid's Arrow while on leave visiting it with her friend Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, a foster of the Metcalf family

When she meets Savvy and the Metcalf family, she finds herself quite welcomed especially as Savvy's dad knows hers

During her stay, she also gets to meet Savvy's other 'family' and is even personally introduced to Savvy's best sleuth, Colin Shea

She's quite surprised to find herself so attracted to this reformed 'Casanova' and even considers her future with the Navy and in Cupid's Arrow over her extended leave

[suzieloveships]

That trope where ship AB parallels an older ship CD but A parallels C's aesthetic but D's actions/role in the dynamic and B parallels D's aesthetic but C's actions/role in the dynamic

That's the good shit right here. More of this please

[polar-equinoxx]

blanket on ao3

[rainbowsuitcase]

I don't really care about making thematic posts or whatever but for a while now, I've had Ice with ice powers lying in the drafts so I'm seizing the opportunity. Look forward to that on Christmas ig.

[cinema-enigmatic]

THE SNOW QUEEN (Gennadi Kazansksy, 1967)

[thatsrightice]

I’m a huge fan of daemon/spirit animal/animal shifter form AUs and I can be convinced Iceman’s animal is just about anything with enough conviction or headcanons, so I decided to put together a poll for outside input.

I also put together some pictures of the animals with some of my thoughts I would love for you to read below the poll! If you have one not listed, please comment!!! I’d love to read your thoughts.

Snow Leopard

super majestic and regal like just look at him

cold weather king, has snow in the name like fr

def just watches quietly from a distance before making a move (thinking of that bar scene where he’s watching from a corner)

patient, but also looks polite

super intense gaze, judging you so hard rn

Arctic Wolf

cold weather, has arctic in the name

looks like they’ve got lots of wisdom

super smart for sure

never leaves a wingwolf behind

would def snap his teeth at you

Golden Eagle

big bird (6ft+ wingspan)

suuuuuper fast like one of the fasted birds

in a daemon au he would totally rock being in a navy portrait

cold weather cause ice, maybe partial source of callsign (goes for all cold weather animals tbh)

super serious super intense like just look at him and his laser focus

patiently waits before swooping in for a kill

there’s a lot of variation among the species and it’s 6 subspecies, so it could be super dark like the picture below

Leucistic Golden Eagle

Golden Eagle but ✨special✨

ice(man) cause of white feathers

feathers on leucistic birds aren’t as strong, but he’d be sure to prove to you he’s not weak

his dad would totally hate it, think he’s weak, defective, etc.

Leucistic Bald Eagle

birds fly

cold weather

normal bald eagle would be too on the nose, too cheesy maybe imo

ice(man) callsign partially cause of white feathers, mostly because of the way he flies of course

higher ups def love the bald eagle, very patriotic which is good publicity for him, maybe why he got promoted so fast

pretty similar to the golden eagle in terms of skill

feathers on leucistic birds aren’t as strong, but he’d be sure to prove to you he’s not weak

dad would probably definitely hate it, think he’s weak, defective, etc. but also maybe jealous because he had to work to get his place in America whereas his son just gets a bald eagle and is suddenly 100% american

Harpy Eagle

birds fly

big bird (6.5ft+ wingspan)

looks cold af

like looks like he could kill you and could definitely kill you

great flight agility

head feathers kinda wild, could kinda mimick his frosty tips but reversed

Leucistic Harpy Eagle

Harpy Eagle but cool as ice like I’m digging the colors

i really dig the colors on this boy

Snowy Owl

birds fly

cold weather, had snow in the name

observes quietly from the rafters

patient for sure

silent flight is a plus, swoop in when they’re not expecting it

Eurasian Lynx

native to Russia

cold weather

lynx are pretty standoffish so it’s kind of a vibe

thought I’d shake things up by throwing it in the mix

Amur Leopard

native to Russia

cold weather

observe from a distance (kind of a common thread but that bar scene like come on it fits)

idk it’s very cool and needs more awareness cause it’s going extinct

[jessybarnes]

Shake My Nerves, Rattle My Brain

Chapter Two: Cold As Ice

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Chapter Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Ron "Slider" Kerner, Dick "Jester" Hetherly, and Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI

Tags: Pining, explicit language, suggestive sexual thoughts, drinking, military talk, Goose is getting suspicious, Ice is possessive, and Mav can't seem to get a handle on his new feelings, maybe slight angst if you squint, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 1,8k

Beta: @winecatsandpizza

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: This will feature some of the same dialogue from the movies. I do NOT own the dialogue but am merely putting my own adaptation of the movies. :)

"So, what do you think of the competition?"

Goose asks while he does up the buttons on his dress whites. 

Maverick stares in the mirror continuing to mess with his hair for the umpteenth time. Seriously, he never cares this much, so why is his stomach in knots over going to the O club? 

He sighs and braces himself on the sink. Mav realizes he's probably making a mountain out of a molehill here, but how else is he supposed to take the snide comment Lieutenant pretty boy shot at him after they were dismissed? 

"The plaque for the alternates is down in the ladies' room."

Maverick scoffs. There's no way he knew he was checking him out during class, right? It was probably just a challenge. The typical two alpha males butting heads until one of them rolls over, kind of challenge. Well, if that's what pretty boy wants then that's what he'll g-

"Mav! Hey! You listenin' to me?" 

He jumps at the sound of Goose's voice and turns to look at him. 

"Sorry, I uh…I was just ah…thinkin'."

"You sure you're okay, man? You've been acting weird since class this morning." 

Maverick's heart hammers against his chest. Goddammit, why does he have to be so fucking transparent? Maybe he should just wear a sign around his neck that says 'Hello, my name is Pete "Maverick" Mitchell and I've got it bad for a pilot with blonde spiky hair and blue eyes'. 

"Yep. I'm fine. Let's go. I'm ready for a beer." 

The lively atmosphere of the Officer's Club washes over them as they walk through the wooden doors. 

"This is what I call a target-rich environment." 

Maverick smiles up at his best friend before taking a look at all the beautifully dressed women. Goose rolls his eyes and slaps him on the shoulder.

"You live your life between your legs, Mav."

"Goose, even you can get laid in a place like this." 

Nick chuckles, "I'm tellin' ya, I'd be happy to find a girl who'd talk dirty to me." 

They approach the bar and open a tab, taking a seat on the only two open stools in the place. Goose nudges him and nods to a figure standing across the room. 

"Mav, you wanna know who the best is?" 

He moves his gaze in the direction Nick nodded and nearly chokes on his own saliva when his eyes land on none other than Lieutenant pretty boy. 

Okay, he's electing to ignore the fact that his best fucking friend just referred to someone else, other than him, as the best because how in the fuck can someone look so good?! 

He isn't even doing anything. He's just standing there wearing his stupid fucking aviators sipping some mystery drink with a girl hanging off his arm like she needs him to help her stand up. 

Maverick squeezes the neck of his beer bottle until his knuckles turn white. He's never been the jealous type, but seeing this woman give pretty boy 'fuck me' eyes gives him a bad taste in his mouth. 

"That's him. Iceman. That's the way he flies, ice-cold, no mistakes. Just wears you down. You get bored, frustrated, do something stupid, and he's got you."

Mav opens his mouth to respond, but Goose cuts him off, instead turning his attention to someone else. 

"Hey, hey, Slider!" He grabs at the taller man's uniform where he has his pinned wings, "I thought you wanted to be a pilot, man. What happened?" 

Ron rolls his eyes, "Goose, you're such a dickhead."

Maverick snorts at their back-and-forth banter, bringing his bottle of beer to his lips. 

Before he can even think about taking a drink he sees the so-called Iceman stalking straight towards them. 

He takes a long gulp of liquid courage and swallows as Ice stops directly in front of him.

"Hey, Mother Goose! How's it goin'?"

Nick shakes his hand, "I'm doin' good, Tom. This is Pete Mitchell. Tom Kazansky." 

So, he's finally got a name to put with Lieutenant pretty boy's face. Maverick looks him up and down, takes his outstretched hand in his own, and prays to whatever deity will listen that he gets through this conversation without giving himself away. 

"Congratulations on Top Gun." 

Fuck, his eyes are even more captivating up close. 

Mav smiles softly up at him, "Thank you." 

"Sorry to hear about Cougar. He and I were like brothers in flight school. He was a good man."

Pete raises an eyebrow, "still is a good man."

Tom smirks and pops a piece of gum in his mouth, "yeah, that's what I meant." 

God, this guy is infuriating. "Thought so." 

Ice leans in closer, leaving mere inches between their lips and Maverick feels his stomach flip. 

Yep, he's royally fucked.

"Say, you need any help?"

He chews his gum loudly as he waits for Maverick to answer. And while Mav is more than certain anyone looking in their direction can see the panic written all over his face, he still takes a swig of beer to allow himself a moment to ignore all the explicit thoughts he has rattling around in his brain right now. 

"With what?"

Tom leans down so they're now eye to eye and grins, "You figured it out yet?"

Fucking Christ. 

Maverick feels the panic spread as he tries to make sense of what Ice is talking about. Certainly, he hasn't been that transparent in the last forty-five seconds, but he has had shitty luck before. Nevertheless, he does his best to play it cool and pray his voice doesn't come out as shaky as his hands are.

"What's that?" 

"Who's the best pilot."

Even though his heart is beating like a running racehorse, Mav still sees the split second of Tom glancing down at his mouth. 

Is…is Iceman flirting with him? 

No. No way. He has to be imagining this. 

"No, I think I can figure that one out on my own."

Ice chuckles, "I heard that about you. You like to work alone." 

Whatever response Pete had at the ready dies on his tongue because the way Tom is looking at him right now makes heat pool low in his belly. 

It's almost…possessive. 

Slider clears his throat bringing him back to reality. "Mav, you must’ve soloed under a lucky star, huh? I mean, first the MiG, and then you guys slide into Cougar's spot."

Goose scoffs, "We didn't slide into Cougar's spot. It was ours, okay?"

"Yeah, well,  some pilots wait their whole career just to see a MiG up close. Guess you guys are both lucky and famous." 

Slider takes the shot he's been holding as Ice follows suit and licks his lips, which Maverick definitely doesn't hone in on. 

"No, you mean notorious." Tom deadpans. "I'll see you later." He flashes a perfect smile and sets his shot glass down.

Maverick watches him start to walk away and tries not to stare too hard at the way his ass looks in his dress pants. "You can count on it." 

After a long night of avoiding questions from a suspicious Goose and barely any sleep, Maverick groans as he takes his first sip of coffee. 

"Ugh, I'm never drinking again."

"Yeah, you said that the last time we went out. Nick laughs and jingles his truck keys as Mav winces. "C'mon, we're gonna be late for class." 

Even though they were currently in the shade,  the hanger barely gave them any relief from the heat. 

Jester, their first instructor of the day, is talking about getting intel on enemy aircraft from civilians. At least, that's how Maverick understands it. His head is still currently pounding from the night before though, so he can't be entirely sure what's going on at the moment. He'll just ask Goose later on when he can blink without feeling like he's going to hurl. 

"One of the most qualified is our TAGREP, callsign Charlie. She has a Ph.D. in astrophysics, and she's also a civilian contractor, so you do not salute her. But you better listen to her, because the Pentagon listens to her about your proficiency." 

Maverick slides on his aviators and rests his head in his hand. Thankfully, his headache is finally starting to subside. It's not that he doesn't care about what Charlie has to say, he honestly just wants to get back in the cockpit. 

His ears perk up when he hears her talking about the MiG-28 though. He and Goose are all too familiar with that aircraft. 

"However, the MiG-28 does have a problem with its inverted flight tanks. It won't do a negative-G pushover." 

Maverick snorts as Goose leans in to whisper to him, "Are you gonna tell her?" 

Charlie stops mid-sentence and turns her attention to them, "Excuse me, Lieutenant. Is there something wrong?" 

And so Mav proceeds to explain how he and Goose were in a four-G inverted dive in a MiG-28. And even when Ice calls bullshit, he goes on to explain that not only was he in that position, but he also gave the enemy the bird while his RIO snapped a Polaroid.

Class ends a few minutes later when Jester tells them they have a hop to take with a strict hard deck of ten thousand feet. 

After staying behind to explain to Charlie that she can just read the details of his foreign relations encounter with the enemy, he heads up the stairs to do his preflight with Goose. 

Mav rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks. 

"Maverick."

Fuck! He knows that voice. That authoritative, yet still soft, voice that makes his knees weak. He'd never admit it though. Not out loud at least. 

Ice pushes off the cement block he'd been sitting on and is in front of him in two strides. 

Jesus… does he have to stand so fucking close?! 

"I'm curious," he fiddles with the clasp of his watch until it clicks into place, "who was covering Cougar while you were showboating with this MiG?" 

Pete somehow manages to keep his own voice steady, though he's not sure how since Tom's giving him that look again. The one that makes him want to drop to his knees and take what he's given. 

He doesn't, of course, because why on earth would Iceman be into him? He's just being cocky. Something he'd be doing right back if his heart would just slow down for once. 

"Cougar was doing just fine," he grins. 

"Uh-huh." 

Normally, Mav would have told Kazansky to shut his fucking mouth, but instead, he walks away because he can't trust himself around Ice. 

Not when all he wanted at that moment was to slam him against the nearest wall and shove his tongue down his throat.

Among a list of various other things.

[sarahsmi13s]

My dear sweet Sarah. I'm requesting for Hanukkah *urm* Christmas, sorry. ❄️🌟🎄 We all know I require my darling of a husband Tom Kazansky (I really don't care which TG universe you use).

For prompts I'm torn between white Christmas/first snow, because I can just imagine Ice hasn't seen that much snow outside of his Academy time; or first Christmas.

Because as a girlie who celebrates a holiday that's not Christmas, it could be totally cute to be Ice's better half and have to attend a family Christmas. Dealer's choice, of course, but those are just two ideas!

hi mare!! thank you for celebrating with me! 🥰 and we all know we need more ice

|| take you home in the snow ||

all i want is to spend time with you

Tom wasn't really used to snow, he's not from a place that consistantly has snow. Nor did he ever stay in one place long enough to find out how consistant snow was in that area. But after his father retired and his parents found a place to settle down, he's first holiday visit to them was Christmas and he learned that winters there had very consistant snow. So, after he started dating you, he was very excited to take you home to see the snow. You were from the coast, you didn't get to experience snow often, if at all. The only downside to getting time off was that it was only available closer to Christmas. You don't really celebrate Christmas and Tom knows that, but taking you home to meet his parents was all he cared about - the fact it was Christmas was just a background detail. He didn't care that is was Christmas, he just wanted to spend time with you.

thank you again for celebrating with me mare! i hope you like it! love ya!

you can find all of the moodboard for this celebration here! -> unwrap us!!

[hakunamatatamp3]

They kinda look like father and son. Or maybe it's just the blonde hair and similar bone structure. Similar names almost! Iceman and then Snow!! Both hot too aha 🤤

[nellswitchly]

maverick regularly calls iceman snow queen. and snowman. and jack frost. and frosty. sometimes ice cream when he’s feeling crazy.

when frozen (2013) comes out, pete mitchell has a field day. after a month tom kazansky already reacts to „elsa” as if it was his god given name.

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom!

So, in my heart of hearts — Tom Kazansky is a sun-kissed Hawaiian baby boy who grew up in Honolulu because his Dad was stationed at Pearl Harbor-Hickam. 

But, I also want it to be so much more than that. 

I want Tom Kalahoʻolewa Kazansky to be Kanaka Maoli (Native Hawaiian) through his mother, who ran the best hālau hula (hula dance school) on the island, after she won the Merrie Monarch’s Miss Aloha Hula as a teenager. I want a Tom who grew up being called keiki, sticky with sand and with shells overflowing from his pockets as he spends every afternoon dancing at his mother’s hālau. I want him sticky with malasada sugar on his birthdays and winning surf competitions because he loves it so much.

A Tom Kazansky who grows up to be one of the best swimmers and divers at the USNA because he spent all of his childhood in the water. 

Give me a Tom Kazansky who speaks in Pidgin because he’s a local, who still searches the beach for shells during the best and worst moments of his life because shells hold memories. He stops dancing after his mother dies when he’s a teenager and he doesn’t start again until Bradley complains one day, around age eight, that he doesn’t have a dance for a multicultural day at his school. So, Uncle Ice teaches him one. 

I want to imagine a world where Iceman is a joke of a nickname because this boy has never seen snow. 

I want him to marry Mav on the beach as an old man because he can, with leis around their necks and haupia cake to eat. 

And when he dies, the Navy has a grand ol’ ceremony for Admiral Kazansky, but his friends and family have a paddle-out afterwards for Tom: where they all take surfboards and paddle out in a big circle of joined hands to send his ashes into the sea that he’s always loved. 

Just… this hits so right in my soul, guys. 

[sammythedogee]

tom "iceman" kazansky's secret + icemav

an: this is horribly cliche but lord was it fun to write

the flyboys were at it again. mav, goose, slider, ice, and the rest of their gang of misfits filled the bar. none of them were particularly drunk yet, at maximum a second drink in their system.

most of them had their eyes out for a pretty woman to take home for the night. everyone was challenged to find a date, and the last person to do so would have to treat the rest to drinks the next time they went out. needless to say, they were all doing their best.

the group had dispersed accross the bar, goose the only person remaining somewhat sober. he had carole, after all. he noticed something strange; in around 20 minutes, maverick had not scored a date. he hummed under his breath, and went to go find his best friend.

"yo, mr. heartbreaker, nobody?" goose shouldered mav, "you're normally the first in this kind of thing!"

maverick didn't respond, and goose's eyes caught what he had been so intently staring at.

that 6'0, plantinum blonde, cold fighter pilot was against a wall, dark sunglasses over his piercing eyes. and he was leaning right over a drop dead gorgeous woman.

goose sighed. he placed a gentle hand on maverick's shoulder, "hey, mav-"

maverick shook his head. he was pitifully easily to read, especially for nick bradshaw, and that fake ass smirk was not convincing him.

his tone was so stupidly upbeat, "hey, hey, you trying to get in my way? i'm not losing this competition. see? there's a lady over there that i'm trying to win over. gotta scope out the move, y'know?" maverick nods at a brunnette woman in front of them, but goose knows she wasn't who he was so desperately gazing at.

but, he lets it go. for now. "alright, alright. you get back to it."

maverick stands there and runs a hand through his hair, focusing his vision on the woman he pointed out as goose leaves. he silently thanks the gods, seeing as he didn't notice her until bradshaw came around. in the next minute, a guy emerges from the bathrooms, snaking an arm around her middle. her boyfriend, maverick reckons.

yet, he's shocked to find that he's not the slightest bit upset. hell, he found that he genuinely did not give a singular fuck. he naturally looked right back at ice. that's when his heart clenched. ice's hand was on his hip and he was smiling at her. maverick bit the inside of his cheek, squeezing his eyes shut. he told himself it was just the lady, he was just upset she was taken, all he needs to do is find another woman and it'll be fine...

but when he opened his eyes again,

and caught sight of ice an inch away from her,

he turned on his heel.

he dropped 20$ in front of the bartender, walked right out of the bar, and stepped out into the freezing winter cold. he leaned against the brick of the establishment they all frequented, tracing the grout absentmindedly.

maverick's dark hair was half white with the snow coating it's strands, but he didn't make a single move to return to the swealtering, sticky heat of the bar. the cold froze his mind, which he found helped slow his racing thoughts. the sound of the door opening and closing didn't register in his mind until a soft, familar voice reached his ears.

"mav?"

fuck.

iceman stood a little more than a step away, concern set in his expresssion. he scanned the shorter man's snow dusted features. he quickly and easily picked up on the uneasy look on the younger man's face.

"mitchell?" he stepped forwards at maverick's lack of response.

"hey. some girl uh, rejected me." maverick bullshitted. he didn't get why he was so tense at ice's presence, normally it calmed him when he was stressed.

iceman's head cocked to the side. "yeah, no."

"what? no, like, she really did. this brunette chick, she really tore into me about my, uh... pick up lines." he lied, to both himself and ice. maverick refused to come to terms with the real reason he was upset, anyways.

"no way in hell did that happen. you always end up going home with someone one way or another. can you just tell me what's wrong?" ice probed, his sunglasses missing.

"no, dude, i'm being serious. she was a bitch to me, that's it. i was just taking a breath to reset before i got back at it. why don't you go back to your date? that black haired one?"

ice raised an eyebrow at mav's knowledge, "mitchell, no, she's not-"

"kazansky, just go. okay? i don't need a pity party. go back to your woman and leave me alone!"

"maverick, listen to me, i'm not-"

"fuck off, kazansky, go get your date before she-"

"mitchell, i'm gay!"

in that moment, time stopped.

pete looked up at tom.

mitchell's mouth opened and closed about a hundred times before kazansky clenched his jaw and stepped back.

softer than he had ever spoken, ice says, "don't tell anyone. please."

if anyone knew, tom could be discharged, and his longstanding dream of becoming admiral would be destroyed. his entire future rested on this carefully concealed secret. pete had no idea how to respond, nor did he understand why mountains of relief crashed into him in the same moment, but he knew he would never break tom's trust.

"of course, kazansky."

in that moment, maverick's eyes caught the way ice's deliciously platinum hair matched the white snow dusting his frosty tips. there was a certain sheen to his cerulean eyes that made him want to be lost in them for the rest of time. he let himself look upon the sharp features of the man before him with a gentle gaze.

he didn't know what to say, and even though he wasn't sure what gave him the confidence to do it, maverick stepped forward, tentatively placing his arms around kazansky's middle. maverick was known for his physically affectionate nature, but something felt so much more vulnurable with this exchange. yet, neither pulled away.

kazansky held mitchell to his chest, exhaling a deep sigh of relief.

in that very moment, when mitchell's hands instictively tangled in his shirt, if only to evade the cold - they both knew that was where they wanted to be for their entire lives.

yet, neither of them were ready to confront that truth. so, they eventually seperated, stepping back and brushing off their clothes as if they had not melted into one another moments before.

they both re-entered the bar,

and the next time the group went out for drinks,

mitchell and kazansky paid.

an: okay so the end was horrifically rushed but i'm so tired and will probably revist and edit the ever loving shit out of this!!!!!!!!

[bemywingman]

some thoughts on the first time mav goes home with ice for christmas:

- ice grew up in new england and went to USNA, so snow at christmas is fairly common for him. that changes, though, when he’s deployed after graduation and suddenly has to spend five christmases in a row in various tropical climates. the holiday becomes a boring and lonely affair, and ice buries himself in his work to try to avoid the emptiness he feels each year.

- following topgun, ice takes the offered teaching position, and for the first time since college he’s stateside for christmas. unsurprisingly, he’s absolutely buzzing. ice books a flight as soon as his leave gets approved and then immediately calls his mom to share the good news. he has to pull the phone away from his ear with how loud she screams.

- mav is surprised when ice first asks him to come home with him. sure, they’re serious, and he was hoping they’d spend the holidays together, but meeting ice’s family feels like a big step. even so, mav has never been one for hesitation and uncertainty, so he shakes his head yes and buys a plane ticket that very night.

- mav is cold as soon as they step off the plane, so he can’t be blamed when he purchases three different sweatshirts during his week stay at the kazansky household.

- mav has never had a white christmas (one of the few critiques he has about his home state of texas), so ice isn’t shocked when he spends almost two hours outside making a snowman. they work together to bring the creation to life, rolling up huge snowballs, searching for rocks and sticks, and sifting through a back closet for the perfect scarf and mittens. when they’re done, ice is exhausted, but he can’t help but smile when he sees the look of pure joy on mav’s face.

- unbeknownst to mav, the kazanskys always wear matching pajamas on christmas morning. mav thinks it’s cute, laughing as he watches ice change into a pj set with an absolutely abhorrent pattern. ice only smirks and leaves the room, returning a few seconds later with another set. when mav realizes it’s for him, his eyes start to water, and there’s a warmth in his chest for the rest of the day that he can’t describe.

- of course mav cries for real when he reads the name pete on a few presents under the tree. the gifts he opens are thoughtful and loving, and he feels so grateful to have been welcomed into the kazansky’s home and hearts. as he sits on the couch taking it all in, he dreams of the christmases to come and sees flashes of scenes: fighter jet ornaments hanging from a tree branch, hot chocolate on the stove, bradley screeching with delight as he opens a new toy. and in them all, he sees ice at his side, smiling his beautiful smile and reaching out to hold mav’s hand in his.

[canonrpfinder]

21f seeking a long-term writing partner to fulfill some of my favorite ships/fandoms! a little about my preferences: i’m a multipara/novella writer who HEAVILY prefers discord, though we could definitely chat about tumblr rp if we get along super well! prefer quick replies so if you can only send a little bit that’s perfectly fine too! only looking for those 18+ to write with, and am super open to writing smut as long as the thread is not completely pwp. have no preference writing either character for ships, and top/bottom are both totally fine with me! i love being friends, making spotify playlists, pin boards, etc.; so bonus points for that!!

ships i’m into writing/most looking for as of now (exclamation points is highly sought after):

• carmen berzatto/sydney adamu (!!) (the bear)

• art donaldson/patrick zweig (challengers)

• katniss everdeen/peeta mellark (the hunger games)

• coriolanus snow/lucy gray baird (the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds and snakes)

• jake seresin/bradley bradshaw (top gun: maverick)

• tom kazansky/pete mitchell (top gun)

• michael myers/laurie strode (halloween)

• stu macher/billy loomis (scream)

• arthur morgan/john marston (!!) (red dead redemption 2)

• arthur morgan/charles smith (red dead redemption 2)

• tyler owens/kate carter (!!) (twisters)

• any and all euphoria ships (but preferably me musing nate jacobs)

• ellie williams/dina (the last of us)

• sokka/zuko (avatar the last airbender)

• thorin oakenshield/bilbo baggins (the hobbit)

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THE SNOW QUEEN (Gennadi Kazansky, 1967)

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Delicate (Jake's Version)

14 - Rooster's Promise

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!) THIS CHAPTER IS RATED R VERY MUCH.

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of dark and mature themes including capture, physical, psychological and pharmacological torture. Reader discretion is advised. Do Not read if you feel it may be detrimental to your mental health. As always, this is proofread to my best abilities but occasionally I miss things.

A/N: None, its just character building. This will change a lot between Jake and Sam, Roos and Sam, and Roos and Jake.

Tags: @mrsevans90 @djs8891

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Jake came to at some point and realized he was freezing. He stayed still, but used his eyes to glance around and assess his surroundings. Seeing white snow and pine trees all around him, he decided to try to get up. It only took raising his head a few inches before realizing something was broken, what exactly he wasn’t sure yet.

Move neck right and left. Check.

Move fingers of left hand, then turn left wrist. Check.

Bend left elbow. Check. Lift left arm. Check. 

Move fingers of right hand, then turn right wrist. Twinge.

Bend right elbow. Stiff. Some pain.

Lift right arm. Negative. Excruciating pain.

Broken humerus or collarbone. Unsure.

He held his arm tight across his front, trying his best to stabilize it. He had no grip strength. He sat up, his back tight and extremely sore. Probably bruised from impact. He couldn’t remember if he’d even gotten to pull the eject handle or if he had been thrown from his jet. He glanced around for it and seeing no parachute and the jet not far from him and on fire, he had his answer. He moved his legs one by one and found that they were still functional, just sore as hell.

Assessment...Broken shoulder or collarbone and G-Rash on back. Could’ve been worse.

And just as he thought that, he saw two armed soldiers coming through the brush. 

Now it's worse.

They stepped toward him, rifles up. They radioed back to their command. They spoke in a foreign language. Jake couldn’t understand them. He put one hand up as they got closer and seeing he wasn’t armed, they immediately pulled his arms behind his back and forced him to stand. Jake howled in pain, and upon hearing the crunch from his shoulder, confirmed that it was in fact broken and probably moreso now.

“At least buy me dinner first!” Jake yelled, laughing to himself through tears. His captors forced him toward the helicopter, his hands tied with cable ties, his shoulder aching at the forced position. 

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“Sir, we’re receiving a video feed from an unknown source.” The comms officer said.

“Patch it through.” Cyclone said. The rest of Dagger Squad had landed and they had all met in the Control room, all packed into the doorway, waiting for the Bandits to be out of the sky. Nat gasped as the feed came through and Bradley had tears in his eyes. Javy ran his hands over his face, almost as if he was trying not to look. Maverick felt nausea creeping up from the pit of his stomach as he watched Jake on the video, strung up by his hands in rusty cuffs, blood streaming from his mouth and a gash on his head. His flight suit had been pulled down and tied around his waist, exposing his white undershirt to staining from his own blood and vomit. 

“If you want your pilot back, you will give us more Uranium. The longer you take, the more we will break him.” A voice with a foreign accent said from behind the camera, which then shifted, showing Hangman being yanked up even higher by his arms, crying out in pain from the suddenness of the movement, and his shoulder seared, but it also felt numb from how long it was in that position. The camera focused on him as he spit blood at his torturer, who then punched him in the gut, and then shoved the butt of the AK-47 rifle into his side, effectively breaking, or at the least, fracturing several ribs. Then they switched the camera off. 

“Feed lost, sir.” The officer said and Cyclone slammed his hands on the desk in front of him.

“Fuck! Get it back! Get me the closest Army, Marine, and Air Force units. We need to get him back now!” He demanded and everyone went silent before springing into action. The rest of Jake’s detachment left, needing a few moments to themselves after what they’d just seen.

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Jake’s captors took a few moments to hit him with a metal bar, against the concrete wall behind him, causing his back muscles to seize up. They were keeping water from him, and he’d dehydrated quickly, especially after vomiting. At this point, he wished for unconsciousness.

Jake’s head felt like it was splitting in two. Pain radiated sharply through his torso, and around to his spine. He felt it reverberate up into his head, making him see spots from the impact. He swallowed hard, spitting again. More blood. The taste of iron filled his mouth and made him gag, bile and blood creeping up from his stomach and lungs. The scent was even worse. There was a tang to the air, wherever he was being kept, that he knew had to be mold and his shirt was stained with vomit from the first encounter with his captors. 

He’d been choked almost to the point of passing out and then one well placed kick to his stomach caused him to empty the contents on the boot of his attacker and the front of his own shirt. There hadn’t been much except breakfast and regurgitated sausages with syrup didn’t smell good coming back up. He might never eat those again, if he ever got out of here. 

They didn’t even ask him for any top secret information, just “who sent you?” and when Jake proceeded to say “who do you think, motherfucker.” they beat him within inches of him passing out with anything they had available. Guns, fists, feets, and one of them had even grabbed a heavy chain, wrapped it around Jake’s neck and pulled until he saw stars. They were just torturing him and holding him hostage so that they could get more Uranium. That made Jake feel decently good about himself. He was worth a shitload of Uranium apparently. He couldn’t wait to get home and tell Sam.

Sam.

It sounded corny, but she really was his one true love. What would they tell her? He sacrificed himself to save Rooster? He did what any team leader should do and he took the brunt of the attack, instead of letting his men and woman, take the hit. Would they tell her he was missing in action? Would they tell her he’d been taken and was currently being tortured and held for ransom of large amounts of uranium? Whatever they told her, he hoped it was either Maverick or Phoenix who broke the news. Not Cyclone, not Warlock, and especially not Rooster. God forbid Rooster told her. Jake thought of how much it would hurt for Coyote to tell her though. He’d been so fucking excited for Jake to propose and he was always so respectful of Sam. No, Jake couldn’t bear it if Coyote had to tell her. Especially if he died here. The thought of his body being delivered in a casket to her and Tyler, was unfathomable. But it was not unrealistic, and that scared the ever living fuck out of Jake. 

The thought of getting home to Sam was the only thing keeping his resolve strong, as they continued to punish him, just for existing. He figured at some point, waterboarding was on the menu, so he was mentally preparing for that. He also knew there may be the possibility of other more heinous methods of a sexual nature. He just hoped the Navy, the Army, The Air Force, whoever, got to him before any of that could happen.

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“Wake up, boy.” A man’s voice said with an accent that Jake couldn’t quite place. The man slapped him, and Jake regained consciousness quickly. He was exhausted, being deprived of food and only getting enough water to stay alive. He also felt so much worse than he did yesterday. Or maybe it was two days ago. He wasn’t keeping track of time. Not really. Actually, he suddenly felt great. He had no pain, only a pinching sensation that quickly dissolved in his arm. The vein in his arm. He glanced over, eyes becoming glassy as a needle was removed from his arm.

“What did you inject me with?” He asked, his voice sounding strange to himself. He felt hot all over and twitchy. 

“Something for the pain.” The man said and Jake scoffed. He knew what this was. They were going to give him relief and then withhold it to fuck ith his head. Make him feel better and then let him feel just how awful his body felt. His shoulder was screaming but that was slowly becoming more dull, turning into an ache instead of overwhelming pain. 

“Oh now you’re gonna be nice to me? I see how it is. Only nice when you want something, you piece’a’shit.” Jake joked, spitting blood on the floor again. The man grabbed Jake’s face with one hand, squeezing so hard that Jake thought he might break his jaw.

“Listen, boy, if you don’t shut your fucking mouth, I’ll stuff it with something. You Americans like dick don’t you?” The man said with a smirk and he patted Jake’s cheek, almost lovingly, which made Jake shudder.

Jake took a deep breath, feeling a searing pain run through him even though he had drugs in his system now. The thought of having some nasty dude’s dick in his mouth was...unbearable. He figured it might be best to shut up for a bit. He needed to stay alive so that he could get back to Sam. He was already going to be going back as damaged goods. He didn’t need to be fucked up in the head too.

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“Rooster...Rooster! Stop! You’re not going by yourself!” Nat yelled after Bradley as he stormed up to the flight deck. Bob was hot on her heels, as was Javy.

“I have to go get him back!” Bradley exclaimed.

“No, we need to wait for reconnaissance, and then we’ll go find him!” NAt said, trying to grab his arm. Bob got a hold of him and stopped him from going any further.

“If I don’t bring him home, Sam will NEVER forgive me. I promised her, you promised her, and so did Maverick. Jake needs to come home and preferably not in a fucking coffin!” Bradley said as he whirled around, struggling to get out of Bob’s grasp. 

“Bradley...I get it, I do, but you need to take a breath and we need to be rational right now. Jake can take care of himself until we get there.” Javy chimed in, having confidence enough in Jake to know that he wouldn’t go down without a fight,.

“Not if they fucking kill him!” Bradley screamed, tears stinging his eyes. He was shaking and he collapsed against the wall and Bob kept one hand on him, making sure he didn’t try to make a run for it.

“They’re not going to kill him. They’re gonna torture him. They know how valuable pilots are.” Nat said, also on the verge of tears thinking of how horrid Jake had looked on the video already. She feared what he might look like when they got him back.

“So he’s gonna go back to Sam fucking damaged! As strong as he is, they’ll find some way to break him and then he won’t return to her the same man he was. That’s not fair to her.” Bradley remanded, glaring up at Nat. He saw then that it was not only him who held a great sadness for not only Jake but for Sam as well. She didn’t need to lose the other man in her life that she loved the most.

“No it's not fair, but you don’t think Sam will understand? She understands the reality of this job. Her father taught her. And you don’t think she’s smart enough to know this is a possibility?” Bob explained.

“It shouldn’t have been at all!” Bradley slammed his hands on the ground beside him. Out of frustration he tore his mask from his suit and chucked it at the wall opposite him. Bob reached down and grabbed it, holding it with shaking hands. 

“Someone else needs to talk some sense into you. Come with me.” Nat pulled him to his feet and dragged him up the stairs to the tower, where Maverick, Cyclone, and Warlock were discussing the situation.

“Mav, you need to deal with Rooster. I’m out.” Nat said, shoving him through the doorway and then slamming the door behind her. She screamed in the hallway, which everyone in the tower control room heard, and then she proceeded to go back to her bunk and try to calm down, with Bob and Javy right behind her.

“What’s going on?” Maverick asked as he stepped toward Bradley. He grabbed for his shoulders and Bradley bristled.

“We need to go get him.” Bradley stated.

“Yeah, we’re working on a way to do that.” Maverick said and he felt rage bubbled up inside Bradley, and then it boiled over.

“No, now! I PROMISED SAM. I FUCKING PROMISED HER.” Bradley yelled, his face red as a pepper and tears streaming down his cheeks. Maverick took him in his arms and Cyclone and Warlock could only stand by and watch. 

“Bradley...I know...I know, we all did. We will get him back, but we don’t even know where they took him yet. Give it a couple days, and we should have intel.” Maverick said softly to him, coaxing him into an embrace. He rubbed Bradley’s back gently and it took Mav back to when the man in his arms was just a little boy and he would comfort him when he was scared. 

“Who’s going to tell her...” Bradley asked through strained sobs. 

“I am. And I’m going to go with you to get him back.” Maverick said softly, keeping Bradley held tight until he calmed down enough to be reasoned with.

Once they’d discussed a plan, they only had to wait for recon. MAverick decided now would be the best time to inform Sam of what was going on. He used the satellite phone at the tower and called her cell phone.

Sam had been sitting at home, hers not Jake’s, with Maisy. They had spent a few afternoons together and were getting to know each other better. She liked Maisy, who seemed to be quite infatuated with Javy. Sam recognized that same feeling from how Jake was. Sam kind of hoped that Maisy pursued Javy with that same fervor that Jake had done with her. It had been about a week and she’d not heard anything about when the carrier would be back. She figured maybe they’d gotten delayed, but when her cell rang and it showed a restricted number, her heart sank.

“Sam...” It was Maverick. 

“Mav?” She asked, her heart pounding. This couldn’t be good.

“Sam...I’m just gonna tell it to ya straight. Jake took a hit to save Rooster and his jet got shot down. The enemy captured him and is holding him. They’re torturing him. We are trying to get him back. I’ll call you again as soon as we have him. I can’t tell you anymore than that and all I can say is that I’m so fucking sorry about this...he was being brave and doing his job as the team leader. I never would’ve expected that from him, so just know that whatever happens next, you made him better. I firmly believe that. And I’m confident in saying that he won’t go down with a goddamn fight because I know he wants to get back to you as soon as possible.” Maverick’s voice was soft and reassuring but Sam didn’t feel reassured. 

In fact, the more Maverick spoke, the more her eyes watered. The more her heart pounded and her head began to ache. She felt sick to her stomach and Maisy had noticed that she had begun to vibrate and took a hold of her. She had tuned everything out, but faintly heard Mav ask ‘are you okay?” to which Maisy then asked ‘what happened?’ and Maverick quickly explained to her when she took the phone from Sam. 

Maisy hung up the phone and pulled Sam into her lap, hugging her tight as Sam sobbed uncontrollably. Maisy held her for a long while, running her hands over Sam’s arms and over her back. 

“He’ll be okay. They’ll get him back.” Maisy said softly and Sam took in a deep and shuddering breath.

“Yet all I can think is what if they don’t? I love him so fucking much, Maisy. I can’t lose him too.” Sam said and Maisy guided her to her feet.

“C’mon. I think you should go take a shower and hop in bed and relax. Wash all the sad off of you. I’ll make you a cup of tea and bring it up to you, okay?” Maisy said and Sam nodded, her stare blank, tears staining her cheeks. She glanced down, feeling a presence at her feet. It was Rocco. She picked the little red dachshund up and cuddled with him for a few moments.

“I know you miss him too, Roc. You liked him from the start and I should’ve listened to you sooner.” Sam said, kissing the little dog’s head. He licked her cheeks, which made her laugh a little, as tears still fell steadily. She sniffled and puffed out a few short breaths, trying to calm herself. Rocco pressed his snoot against her neck and whined, trying his best to console Sam too. Maisy guided her up the stairs and when they got the bathroom, Sam glanced in the mirror and her brain sent her back to the day Jake had been deployed, when he stood behind her in the mirror in his dress whites.

“ And you’re more beautiful than an afterburner at night .” He’d said and that had stuck with her. Jake loved his job. He loved the jets. He loved flying. It was second nature to him. For him to compare her to one of the things he loved the most...for him to basically say she was better than that, than the thing he loved the most, that meant the fucking to Sam. If she knew Jake well enough, she knew that he would do everything in his power to get back to her.