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Ok but now I need a fic where it’s canon that Jake is his biological son because it’s too perfect and I’m mildly obsessed.

OK, so we in the Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick have discussed and explored (in au format or canonical) Hangman’s father-son(mostly in-law) relationships with Iceman and Maverick.

But have we considered….Hangman and Wolfman.

THINK ABOUT IT - Wolfman meets Hangman at an Icemav barbecue. Wolfman knows he’s Rooster’s boyfriend, finds out he’s a southern boy from Texas, much like himself.(”You got a cowboy hat?” “Yes sir, I am from Texas, after all.” “Good answer, kid. I like you…”)

Then later on, while asking more about this intriguing kid that he’s come to like and identifies with a bit, he finds out from Maverick and Rooster that ever since he came out, Hangman doesn’t really have much of a relationship with his conservative, straight-laced, father anymore.

So Wolfman dials Ice’s number like his fingers are on fire.

“I’LL TAKE HIM! Can I keep him? Can-I-Can-I-Can-I-Can-I…?!!!”

“Why’re you asking me? Ask Maverick.”

“Fine, give Maverick the phone!”

“Y’know, it’s 2am - “

“ - Ice, come on!”

Ice grumbles and Wolfman can hear him saying something to Maverick, who then comes on the phone.

“…Alright, he’s yours.”

“YESSS!”

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Carole: I think... I think Bradley is gay.

Goose: Is that all? I thought it was something serious.

Carole: Don't make a joke of it, Goose!

Goose: Oh come on, we've all been there, done that.

Carole, dumbstruck: Uhm, I certainly haven't and you haven't.

Goose: Carole, I was in the Navy for six years.

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“it’s amazing, isn’t it?”

Bradley stirs in his bed, eyes opening blearily as he forces himself to focus in on Jake’s voice and not the inviting warmth of sleep closing in on his mind.

“What?”

Jake swallows, eyes shining in the dark room, clearly still awake despite how exhausted he must be. He’s only been home from his latest deployment for two hours. Already here, curled up together in Bradley’s bed, curtains drawn and the ability to rest finally in reach.

“We used to go years without seein’ each other,” Jake explains, voice quiet. “And now — now it’s a two month deployment and I get home and feel like I can’t fuckin’ breathe ‘til I see ya.”

Bradley opens his eyes a little more. Sees the quiet panic in Jake’s eyes that he missed.

Reaching his hand across the bed, he brushes his thumb over the line of Jake’s eyebrow and scratches his fingers through his hair. Feels his heart thud when Jake closes his eyes and presses into the touch.

“There’s a word for that, y’know,” Bradley says softly, thumb brushing the soft skin underneath Jake’s lashes. “Four letters. Lotta songs written about it.”

Jake’s eyes open, the panic in his gaze gone now. “Y’think? Are we…?”

“Dunno,” Bradley answers honestly. “But — if what we feel is that thing, then. I want more of it. More of — this. Comin’ home to you. Resting with you. Just — bein’ with you.”

Jake hums, foot sliding between Bradley’s calves beneath the sheets. “You gonna keep choosin’ me, Bradshaw?”

“So long as you keep choosing me right back.”

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Jake buys this mug for himself, and Bradley is like 'you're obnoxious, but also, your tits are pretty great I can't argue with that.'

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jakes about an hour late to the latest iceman-maverick (icemav for short, as phoenix has coined) barbecue, so he’s just passing through the kitchen, not even thinking as he tosses out an easy “hey pops,” to the hosts on his way towards the doors to the backyard.

two voices call back in response. “hey kid.” “good to see you jake.”

he feels the pause. his hand hovers uncertainly over the door handle. slowly, he turns.

iceman and maverick, happily married couple, have suspended all kitchenly duties to glare at each other. “he was talking to me.”

“no, he was talking to me.”

“everyone calls me pops,” ice says, eyes narrowed. “bradley calls me pops. mickey calls me pops. even cyclone called me pops that one time that was embarrassing for all of us.”

maverick waves a hand at ice, the hand also wielding a knife he was using to chop watermelon. “yeah, but jake calls me pops. he called me pops before he knew you. that gives me pops rights.”

jakes debating just slipping out the door when they both turn towards him. in unison like good wingmen.

“jake, buddy, sport, slugger, who were you talking to?”

he offers a shrug. “uh, both of you, i guess.” it’s the truth, he wasn’t thinking too hard about it, his mind focused on getting to the backyard where he has it on good authority that his loving boyfriend is sweaty and shirtless and waiting for someone to share his lawn chair with.

ice purses his lips. “that won’t do.”

“we can’t both be pops,” maverick agrees. “that’s ridiculous.”

“right,” jake says, “that’s what’s ridiculous about this.”

“a challenge then,” ice forges on, ignoring him. “to determine who’s the better pops.”

solemn as their air boss, maverick sticks his hand out (sans knife) to shake on it. in some funhouse mirror reflection of that one photograph that seems to be everywhere, ice clasps his hand back.

and jake is somewhere between laughing, running, and bursting into tears. because no sane person has ever had this argument before and certainly not over him. nobody’s ever fought to be jake seresin’s pops before.

no one except these two ridiculous, crazy old men.

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Consider Bradley whispering “Hey Hangman, you look good.” when the two of them meet at the alter on their wedding day.

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And everyone knows Hangman lost intentionally

Phoenix and Hangman made a bet, and the loser had to wear booty shorts the next time they played touch football on the beach.

Hangman lost.

…And Rooster was so distracted, he ran into people about three times during that football game.

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[After the fight in the debrief room]

Phoenix: Well, Rooster, aren't you glad you didn't get more intimate with Hangman?

Rooster: Who said I didn't?

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Hangman: You know, the sad thing is, Rooster, if you'd been a gentleman and maybe asked me out on a date, I might've said yes.

Rooster: Really? Do you wanna go out with me?

Hangman: Not now I don't, shit-dick.

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Ice: I keep a picture of Maverick on my desk because whenever shit happens I can look at his picture and tell myself—if I can deal with this little shit then I can deal with anything.

Cyclone: All due respect Sir, you keep a picture of that little shit because you are gay.

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TOPGUN Class of ‘19 HCs

Jake went one class before Bradley.

Jake and Bradley both placed first in their class. They’re slightly bitter that they can’t occasionally lord their win over the other.

Jake was the youngest pilot to ever win. That he does lord over Bradley.

The praise and high marks from his instructors helped to boost up Jake’s self-confidence and self-worth, vulnerabilities courtesy of his shitty parents that make up the real Jake behind his Hangman mask.

Phoenix and Coyote were in the same class and he came in second behind her.

There were rumors that Bradley was sneaking around to hook up with a mystery paramour. Really he was just doing everything possible to avoid Ice and the uncles outside of class so they wouldn’t try to patch things up between him and Maverick.

Slider and Hollywood are both instructors, including when Bradley was there. Slider is chaos incarnate. Cyclone considers him Public Enemy #2 - Maverick is of course #1.

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[Credits chart: @oddlyspecificalignmentcharts ]

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Hangman: Listen to me, you old fruitcake!

Rooster: How dare you, you cupcake!