#carol x henry

[fumikomiyasaki]

Our discord server got me all wrapped up in an FFXIV Au where I already drew some designs to it once and I first didn't want to get too invested but... then I met Erenville got obsessed and now bunny boy didn't want to leave my head... might share a fanfic I wrote about him and Carol too... I just fell in love developing them and got attached... I still gave some food for the other Twisted wonderland oc ships with Yuzuha and Henry too...

And I also do have a bio for her:

Carol Ann

-Wildwood Elezen 

-Born in Gridania, lives in Limsa

-Arcanist later Summoner

-197 cm

-Sexuality: Straight

-Family: Father died long time ago, Mother works in a simple medicine shop

Born a curious one Carol was always interested in gathering as much Knowledge as she can and helping where she can. Even as a kid she learned early from her mother how to craft potions and random medicine instead… living the simple life with a deep interest that developed in the Primals after hearing stories Myths and finding more books, Ifrit being the one getting her curiosity the most. Her father too was a great warrior who however died on his way to meet the primal Garuda. She wanted to one day meet each of the primals herself…not only because of this incident… to figure out what happened to him, but also because of her own fascination. However even if she had a pretty common life things weren’t as easy as she thought… Her mothers shop was popular in town, yet many travelers and residents took interest in Carol in a romantic way… to the point she often had to work out strategies to not be bothered during work and get to deliver the medicine on time… it earned her a bit of a resentment towards strangers wanting to accompany her to protect her… she wanted to be able to protect herself… not needing help from strangers.  One day her mother came to her, talking with her eye to eye because she didn’t want Carol to wilt away in her shop and never fulfill her thirst for knowledge as well as her dreams of meeting the primals…She wanted her to become a flower in full bloom… strong and sharing her kindness with others… and so Carol took with her the old necklace of her father and started her journey. 

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And with this I hope I can get back to twisted wonderland content but I still might fall back brainrotting about these two again and getting attached so.

[fumidreams]

Mafia Au-Carol x Henry

And this Au was the start of my madness for this ship... anyways I thought why not do a little board for them to fill my happiness.

[graceloveswolves]

The Storm

Daryl Dixon x female reader : Season 9 Episode 16; just a sweet moment between Daryl & Y/N

🚨 spoilers!! You’ve been warned! 🚨

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I looked out across the frozen grass, feeling the cold wind blow across my face from the angle my head was tilted. My cheeks were undoubtedly glossed with a rosy tint from the harsh winter breeze. On edge, I kept looking around at the scenery around me, starting to grow bored of the endless walking. The group was certainly at its lowest point, having to abandon the Kingdom was heart wrenching and tore a big hole in our pride.

But at least we still had each other. Of course some were still mad and separated themselves with rage from the incident with the Whispers and what happened to some of our best people, but nonetheless we were all still walking together. I looked up in front of me, Carol and Ezekiel were trudging along on their horses mournfully. Throughout this entire time there still hasn’t been a word spoken between the pair. I couldn’t imagine what it must be like for them, to loose a child and their kingdom… must’ve been an unimaginable pain that I couldn’t even begin to fantom.

Then I looked up at girl who unintentionally started it all, Lydia. She was walking solemnly by herself, her bubble coat making it harder for her to move, but she did. I felt myself frown, she didn’t deserve all the blame and hate she gotten. It wasn’t any of her fault, she was just a girl who was being abused. No doubt conflicted and troubled with her feelings and thoughts, to leave your mom and join a bunch of people that hate you for the greater good has to be a very hard but mature decision to make.

“Henry wanted her here…when no one else did.”

I heard Daryl speak softly, making me flinch on the inside. I had forgotten for a moment that he had been walking by my side. I looked up at him, feeling the rush of cold air reach my warm neck that had been exposed from my head tilt. He had looked down at me, while holding his strap to his crossbow, he studied me quietly, waiting for me to respond. It made me wonder how long he had been staring at me, he always was the quiet one who observed from afar. He had been walking by my side since we first left the kingdom, never leaving my side. We did make some sort of small talk along the way, but sometimes he’s so quiet you forget he is there, a talent he has mastered.

I glance up once again at the “her” he was referring too. Lydia, the beautiful raven haired girl who was walking far enough ahead of us that she was out of ear shot. Then I glanced back up at Carol and Ezekiel, who haven’t taken a single look at her since we left the kingdom.

“I never minded her here, she’s just a little girl.”

I replied back, looking up at Daryl, he had been looking at her too, before his eyes came back over to me. Looking down at his hands which still occupied his strap, I took one of my own and grasped his clothed arm, regaining warmth and feeling into my frosty fingers.

“She’s a good kid.” He replied, taking one hand off his crossbow and slipping in into mine.

I nodded back to him, agreeing. He was right, she was a good kid, even after all she has been through and the abuse from her… mother. She still had a pure heart.

“She is, Henry would’ve been proud of her. Every time I look at her I see a little bit of him.”

There was a moment of silence between us, the blue eyed man beside me looked conflicted for a moment. He raised his head looking out in front of him, still clutching onto his crossbow and my hand before he spoke.

“Who do you see when you look at me?”

Glancing up at him, I recalled the first time I met the stubborn redneck. All the way back at the quarry when the world first fell. Believe it or not, but I always knew I loved him from when I first met him. Even when no one else considered him to be anyone special or worth saving, I saw behind his tough act and he eventually let me in after a long time of pestering him.

We had fought through hell together, from Hershel’s farm, to the Prison, to Terminus, to Alexandria, to the Hilltop, from the Saviors, and all the less lonely nights in between. Through thick and thin we stuck together, even when we didn’t see eye to eye we still had each other’s back and fought for what the other believed in.

It didn’t matter where I was, as long as I was with him I was home.

I looked back up at him, seeing him patiently wait for my response. I knew no matter what that I loved him and he loved me and that was just how it was always going to be.

“I see you, my home.”

[tomlinfonda]

Just thinking about the possibility of Ted going back to Kansas and the Kansas state flower being a sunflower and Trent being dressed in sunflower colors in Amsterdam and Colin asking Trent "And your daughter?" and Trent replying "She's never been happier" meaning that it was good for Trent's daughter for her parents to be seperated because her father was living a better, happier and a more authentic life. Thinking also about the possibility of Ted being queer and coming from a very homophobic state and leaving it behind and finding a home thousands of miles away, in London, and Henry being happier because his father is also happier.

[m1mk1d]

can't refuse an offer like that

[kingkenzieofmold]

Combining request! I hope you enjoy!<3

[laranomyprisma]

🏳️‍🌈HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!🏳️‍🌈

🏳‍🌈These are all my lgbts headcanons!🏳‍🌈

Henry Stickmin - bisexual

Charles Calvin - pansexual

Ellie Rose - bisexual/ace

[all three are poly]

Right Hand Man - trans man/gay

Reginald Copperbottom - gay

Johnny Panzer - aroace

Rupert Price - bisexual

Dave Panpa - gay

Thomas Chestershire - trans man/bisexual

geoffrey plumb - straight ally

Sven Svensson - bisexual

Burt Curtis - baisexual/ganderqueer(he/him/they/them)

Carol Cross - pansexual

[jazzstarrlight]

Curtisson VS the Blue Rose (CVBR) {A Hanahaki story}

Pages 27 & 28 (finale)

Feels good to get another project completed. I'm glad I got back to this story.

I hope you enjoyed this comic aswell. If there's any questions, feel free to ask in the comments and I'll do my best to answer.

Love you all!

[thesoulesscollection]

Oooooo Soulless!!! Tell us more about Choc, Carol and Reginald! The people want to know!📸📸🗣🎤📷📸

Thank you for this lovely question. 😌🤲. I'm currently rotting my brain with Choc anyways so I've been wanting to do this. Also, thank you personally for allowing me to ramble and sorry this took me a while. I'm like mentally all over the place. 

Now they're growing on me now, as an odd couple dynamic I'm starting to love. This is kinda an Au I'm playing with since the ship is slowly growing on me. Hope this is what you asked for and it's enjoyable to read. 

The three are in a polycule. Kinda hard to explain here what they got together. Kinda somewhere in the queer spectrum 

Carol and Reginald were already in an existing, established relationship for some time prior. Where Choc was introduced way later on into it by Carol, smitten with him, “He makes me laugh” A line she uses to explain it. 

Reginald was hesitant to bring the man into their relationship, the two of them have a close bond and so he had felt out of place when the idea came across. 

^ I like to think that Choc & Reginald have an antagonistic, rivalry sort of  relationship. They get on each other like oil and water. Nearly always at each other's throats.

^ Understandably wary, it took quite some time for Reginald to really get at ease around Choc and was aloof with the man. (Choc appears to be more than he seems) 

^ Similar to an old married couple arguing but add onto some vicious snarkiness into the mix like you wouldn't believe. Unfortunately Carol has to act as the middleman between the two with the last brain cell.

Whereas Choc gets along surprisingly well with Carol who does enjoy that he can make her smile and the day a lot brighter so easily. 

Choc enjoys gifting the pair incredibly corny shirts with cheesy images or sayings that he gets from somewhere, he doesn't say. Carol loves them but Reginald cringes from it. Says it's not in his style, Choc thinks it's him being a finicky, prissy hardass

Whenever Reginald is busy at work or flying the airship, Choc is throwing out a pun/joke to pass the time. Nonstop chattering on his end, some jokes at the chief's aggravated expense

Out of the three, Choc is the type to initiate more intimacy and affection, while also taking stuff that belongs to them since it reminds him of the other two. 

Now onto a short one shot of the three together. It's simple and not the best but hey, I liked it. This is my first time actually writing Choc so you'll get to see him in more depth;

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Reginald so desperately wanted to bash his face into the wheel of the airship but he resists the temptation. 

He never seems to shut up, he keeps going and going on, his voice projects loudly in the spacious area. His highly infectious laughter rings in the chief's ears. 

“Hey, chief. May I say something? I'm really worried about the airship’s well-being” Choc said, a toothy smile on his face, gold fangs out on display. The chief in question, eyes squarely up ahead, his only response, a tired grunt as the man shrugged, continued. “With the bright light from the sun reflecting off your forehead, aren't you worried as I am that it'll blind someone?” 

Suddenly, Reginald hears the chuckles by the other members in the room range from muffled and polite to outright and proud. He is shaking, tightening his hold on the wheel. Whatever Carol sees in the candy maker is beyond him. 

“What? I'm genuinely concerned here. Can't I be that now? Getting worse by each passing day. Can see my own reflection” As the joke is made worse, Choc leaned in, in playful mockery, checking himself out. 

“Kinsley. I am trying to fly. So please. Not at this precise moment do I want to do this with you” 

Choc hovers above him then stands, a smirk stretches the lengthy scars on his sun kissed face, “It's alright, Reg. It's a joke. C'mon now laugh with us” He laughs, roughly patting the chief's tense shoulder, “It's quite alright that you're so follically impaired” 

Another rumble in the room gave Reginald a stronger desire to hit something. However, in his fortune, his eyes flicker over to the corner of the room and sees Carol standing next to the door. She is smiling stiffly it seems, not laughing which Reginald is so relieved for inside and soon she's by them, tugging at Choc's sleeve to get his attention. 

“Choc. C'mon. Let him be,” She calmly states to the man, who in the good forethought nods and goes with her. “I need you for something anyways so come” Her hand is outstretched for him to take and he does, not before he takes a curious glance behind, catches the Chief's eyes. The expression on the candy maker's face is unreadable and Reginald couldn't stand it.

“Thank you” Reginald whispers, barely loud that only he knew Carol can hear him. She hums. 

How he's going to get along with that joke of a man, he doesn't know. 

[blazingstar29]

zach bryan (album) as top gun characters

fear and fridays (poem) - honestly so many i can’t pin point one lmao

overtime - Goose

summertimes close - sundown

east side of sorrow - Maverick, the first as an 18 year old and then later after losing ice (the waiting room)

hey driver - slider

fear and fridays - bob

ticking - merlin

holy roller - icemav

jakes piano long island - sereshaw ofc

el dorado - wolfman bc he has a complicated family bc i said so

i remember everything - icemav yes i’ve already said that

tourniquet - cougar

spotless - ice

tradesman - hollywood

smaller acts - CAROL (form goose’s pov)

Oklahoma son - chipper

[fumikomiyasaki]

So here is my contribution to @twisted-tech​ s Mermay Event, aka Mermaid Carol featuring Lustre as Merman @silent-dragon​, Henry in his crabform with her (I been brainrotting about this ship on discord a lot) And lastly Cho-hee in his merform with her @hey-its-cweepy​ .

I currently try to attempt a doodle style but I am still not satisfied with it so yeah... my normal full drawings I prefer.

Under the cut is also a alternate version

[mooneytried]

Pride Month Drawings (2/5)

HELLO!!! Here's some Earrings x Carol!! (Also I've ditched the wheel of names lmao)

[bradsthorn]

WONDER OF YOU | B.B. X FEMALE OC

Chapter 1: The Wonder of You

Summary: Nicolette 'Wildcard' Mitchell was shocked to get called back to North Island. Her track record was not exactly clean and most certainly not one that most would celebrate. Then she sees Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw again. Maybe it won't be all bad.

Warnings: Mentions of death, alcohol, Flashbacks to Top Gun 86, Broken Family dynamics

Word Count: 2.6K

Author Note: Hey y'all this fic is my baby and I'm excited to share this with y'all. This is cross-listed on AO3!

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“Wood.. I barely got out of being grounded, just to be sent to Top Gun. It has to be some sort of cruel punishment.” The girl was huffing as she stuffed another shirt into her bag. Nicolette Mitchell a.k.a. Wildcard, lived up to both her callsign and last name in ways that made her commanding officers grimace upon seeing her assigned to them. 

“ Or it’s for something important. They don’t just call people back like that for punishment, Nic.” The older male was shaking his head as he responded. He had basically adopted the girl — she had been his favorite kid of the class of 86’s, not that he didn’t like Bradley, but there was a special place in his heart for the brunette girl. 

“Yeah, because they send Maverick to new places for important things.” Nicolette was letting a laugh fall as she heard Hollywood hush his husband.

“No, no.. Wolf is right. They sent Maverick to .. well, anywhere he’s been sent simply because he pissed off an Admiral. Not that I did.” There was a snort being heard over the phone and then an ‘ow!’ shortly after,

“Nic.. did you piss off an Admiral?” 

“Technically, yes.  But my wingman needed me, it wasn’t my fault they didn’t fill my fuel tank up all the way.” This was a common occurrence for the girl, her wingmen, and team were always first, aircraft and herself second. So be it if it got her in trouble she valued people over the jets they were in. One lesson Maverick had been able to teach her is that your teammates are not replaceable, the jets are no matter what the Navy says. 

“So.. you pulled a Maverick?” There were a few seconds of silence before the two males could hear her zipping up the bag. 

“No. I was being a good teammate. He doesn’t know what that’s like.” There was some poison in her words, and it was clear as day to the pilot and his RIO that the relationship between the girl and her father had not gotten better. 

“I.. okay, Nic. Just.. let us know when you get here, we’d like to see you, kid.” If there was one thing Hollywood knew, it was that whatever waited for the woman on North Island, he would have pieces to pick up. 

“I will. Love ya’ll.” Once the couple had responded, she was hanging up and tossed her bag into her Thunderbird. 

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Nicolette Duke Mitchell had been accustomed to being moved around a lot, at least until she needed a stable place to be able to attend school. Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, the man that was her second father; pops as she called him, was able to stay stationary for her. While Maverick was being sent to Iraq, Bosnia, and wherever else the Navy sent him, Iceman was staying at Top Gun, raising the almost carbon copy of his wingman. Thankfully, some of the rest of the 86 class was able to pitch in. Or they at least kept her busy when they’d visit. And of course, Carole. Seeing as the two had gotten so close over the short amount of time they had together while their dads were in Top Gun, Carole couldn’t possibly keep Bradley away from Nicolette. There were plenty of phone calls, where the two toddlers mirrored each other; being sat on the counter with their respective parents keeping them steady, just chatting away like they had much to talk about. But they could do it for hours and each call ended with a “bye bradbrad.” and “bye ni.” Nic visited Brad and Carole in Tennessee for plenty of weeks in the summer and Brad would visit Nic in San Diego whenever he was able. Until he was in Maverick’s custody and then he was living with her and Ice. 

Iceman had done his best to keep the girl in contact with her father. And he pulled strings whenever necessary to get Maverick home to her. But, almost like clockwork, he was pissing off whichever admiral or higher up he could and getting sent away. What originally was described to the girl as ‘the Navy just needs him right now.’ transpired into a festering grudge towards her father – one that faded each time he came home, but grew the second he left again. 

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The Hard Deck, something you weren’t supposed to go below. That was Navy law, and anything below the hard deck was dangerous, it could damage the aircraft. This hard deck though? Could damage a person’s wall that they had spent much of their adult life building, or cause cracks in a facade. But it also held a lot of memories from the time spent in Top Gun. Something that was cherished among those that attended, and it was the best bar to go to attempt to score a free drink. 

The brunette was shutting the door to her car, a small sigh being given as she witnessed all of the other pilots entering the bar. She knew what that meant; she wasn’t getting grounded. Just a slight possibility of being sent to her death. Which, she figured the Navy wouldn’t bat an eye at, it would achieve their goal, keep the Mitchells out of the sky and run them out of the Navy. Her digits ran through her hair for a second, checking it in her mirror when her eyes fixed on the blue Bronco parked a few spots down. Holy shit. She hadn’t seen the owner of that Bronco since two deployments ago. There was almost a hop in her step as she stepped into the loud building, an easily recognizable song on the jukebox. 

If you’re lookin’ for trouble, you came to the right place. 

She shook her head, what a song to be playing when she came in. The people at Top Gun had thought she was trouble, and any higher-up that she had would probably agree with that statement. There were three people in the bar that wouldn’t agree with it; one that she hadn’t seen yet; and that was known by the fact she was still in the bar. The second was already smiling as she noticed her, sliding a beer down to her; amazed the girl hadn’t recognized the male a few feet away. And then; 

My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack.

“Mitchell… You’ve got to be shittin’ me.” Hangman. A man Nicolette knew well, but despised just as much. 

“Seresin.” There was a beat. Lips parted as she shook her head at him. It was clear that whatever this was, it was serious. Otherwise, there would’ve been no need for the number of patches she was seeing. Nicolette watched the male grab his beers and nod to someone behind her, the person paying for their drinks, she assumed. Then against her better judgment, she followed the blonde back to the group. Her eyes stuck on the Hawaiian shirt that she had entered the bar searching for. But, Hangman beat her to having the first word with him once he had changed the song. 

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.” 

“Hangman… You look… good.” 

“Well, I am good, Rooster, I’m very good. In fact, I am too good to be true.” Nic let a quiet scoff out, head shaking. She had taken a seat at a stool behind Brad, not wanting to get in the middle of it. This wasn’t her fight, at least not yet. 

“So, anybody know what this special detachment is all about?” Nic’s brows furrowed at the man who spoke. She only knew a select few of the pilots around the pool table.

“No, mission’s a mission. They don’t confront me.” His ego hadn’t changed apparently.

“What I want to know: Who’s gonna be team leader?”  Her eyes followed the pool balls that clattered together. 

“And which one of yall has what it takes to follow me?” There it was. His ego was bigger than the state he came from. 

“Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.” The woman had to take a sip of her beer to keep from chuckling loudly. Eyes meeting those of a male across the pool table, he had glasses and seemed to be the quieter one, seeing as the two on either side of him, one whom she knew; Coyote, who typically couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and the other who let a low “whoo!” out at the comment, obviously were loving this interaction. The one with the glasses was not. 

“Well, anyone who follows you is just gonna run out of fuel.” Nicolette was getting close to stepping in, 

“But that’s just you, ain’t it Rooster?” Her body inched closer to standing. 

“You’re snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment…” And she was up, body moving quietly to stand behind the male. Hangman’s eyes trailed from the taller male to land on Nic. Almost as if his next words were for both of them, 

“That never comes.” There it was. His eyes had locked back on Brad’s after, Nic noted the small smirk that grew on Hangman’s lips. She was going to have to make herself known to Brad now. 

“Y’know Hangman, you don’t have to compensate for your lack of… well, size right now.” Head tilting, with a small smirk growing as she watched the blonde falter for a split second before his lips were moving back to his signature smirk. 

“If you wanna see how wrong you are, let me know Wildcard.” Winking at her, earning a scoff, as his attention turned back to Rooster, 

“I love this song.” And then the pair watched him walk off. Bradley’s eyes finally landed on the girl.

“Ni..” It was like he let his body relax for a second, he didn’t have to be on guard with her. He was safe with her. 

“Hey, Bradbrad…” Then arms were wrapped around her, bringing her into his chest, he didn’t know how long to hold onto her but at the moment? Time had stopped anyway so it didn’t matter. And neither could see the way the simple action between them had caused someone else’s world to stop, Maverick hadn’t seen the two of them together in years, and as he took in the Hawaiian shirt on the male’s body and arms wrapping around the female in a brightly colored red and orange shirt, it was like going back thirty years. The sight caused his heart to ache. Then Bradley’s arms were removed as he looked to the other girl who had joined them, but a hand had found its way to rest on Nicolette’s back. Maverick’s eyes burned into the pair, and for Nicolette, the fact her hair was sticking up on the back of her neck had more to do with the group of people in front of her who, while they may know her or know of her, most likely already wouldn’t want her around. Her reputation and last name — something that always held more significance than her — always preceded her.

“Well, he hasn’t changed.” Nic’s brows rose as she looked over the other girl, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace. Of course, she knew her, although there was a small negative feeling festering in her stomach as she took her in. Nicole couldn’t put into words what that feeling was, but it was prominent. 

“Nope. Sure hasn’t.” There was a small part of his accent lingering at the end of his statement, which made her lips curl up at the edges. 

“Change is a foreign concept to him.” Nicolette let the words fall, almost as if she had to prove her existence. Needed to prove something, what it was? She couldn’t tell anyone. But there was a nod given her way by Phoenix, which caused her to feel settled until more voices joined them. 

“Check it out.” The group’s eyes flickered away from the pool table to focus on the entrance, “More patches.”  Nicolette knew what that meant, that whatever was happening wouldn’t be good. 

“That’s Harvard, Yale, Ohama. Shit, that’s Fritz.” Wildcard’s green hues followed after the group and her lips pursed for a second as she scoffed, head shaking. 

“What the hell kind of mission is this?” Her brow rose at the male, Garcia was what he’d be known by until she knew his callsign, thank the US Military for name badges. 

“A suicide mission,” Nicolette mumbled, causing eyes to land on her as she mindlessly played on her phone. The other pilots around them turned to her, eyes narrowing. She didn’t think twice about what she had said, if anything she knew she was right. They don’t call back this many pilots for something any less serious than that. 

ICEDAD

ICE. 

Nic. 

You’ll never guess where I am. 

North Island?

This is why I don’t play guessing games with you

But… so is half of the goddamn navy 

That’s an exaggeration. 

Okay? And? It’s still a lot of people. 

And?

Brad is here. 

I know. 

So you knew i was here?

Got briefed on it. 

Someone else is there though. 

And the conversation was over once Nic heard the bell ring. Either someone else was paying for their drinks or 

“OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD!” The girl’s head tilted, phone slipping back into her pocket as she shook her head, eyes locking with Bradley’s at the piano. It was second nature for her to find her way to the instrument. She had spent so many years with the male just hanging out while he played or learned to play.

The toddler was kicking her feet in her father’s lap. Her head tilted to the side as she watched the two blonde women on the other side of her. Nicolette had very little patience in her tiny body and barely sat still - as would be expected from Maverick’s kid. Her fingers wrapped around a fry, that quickly went flying to hit the woman in a white blouse. Giggles were fast to leave tiny lips afterward, Maverick himself having to fight off a laugh. Then once Carole – who Nic adored – had smiled at her, Nic was done and trying to wiggle out of Maverick’s hold. She wanted to go sit with the guy at the piano with the colorful shirt. She liked him a whole lot, he would put her in the sky when he picked her up, and he flew her around sometimes, she loved it. Not to mention the kid on top of the piano who was her newfound best friend. Finally, her dad was heading over there with her, setting her down on the bench to stand, Nic’s hands reaching to try to grab the hat off of the piano – Goose’s hat, but one hand was grabbed by her father to twirl her – as carefully as possible, as the two men sang;

“You shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain…” 

Bradley had an arm wrapped around the woman’s waist as his fingers created the familiar tune on the piano; Nic let a soft laugh out as he glanced up at her with a mischievous twinkle in his puppy dog browns, 

“Thinkin’ ‘bout your love drives a man insane, you broke my will, oh what a thrill, goodness, gracious, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!”  

The two were a splitting image of something Maverick had never thought he’d see again, and now watching the group of young pilots around the piano and the two on the bench, there was no way he couldn’t teach this mission. They had to come home. If not for him or the families any of them may have had, they had to come home for each other.

credit: I don't own any characters but Nicolette Mitchell, and any other OCs that may appear and their storylines. I have no affiliation with Top Gun or Top Gun: Maverick. All rights go to the rightful owners.

Tag list: @toracsanji

[heartgirl2020]

Today’s the first anniversary of my blog, so have a rough sketch of the two Toppat elites that partially inspired this blog and its former name, “Crossbeth Obsessed? Perhaps.” 😊💜💚

(I missed drawing these two so much 🥺)

[number-1-harumi-hater]

natasha ratted out yulia uh ohhhh

she in trouble when she gets back on board-

[kingkenzieofmold]

I wanna request something, but I can't decide between Carol x Macbeth or my OC Reesina 😫

How about some Mr. Macbeth x Carol Cross ;) I hope this fulfills your request! Enjoy! <3