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sunnysidevans · 3 years ago

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See You Soon - J. Seresin

Synopsis: Four Years ago you said goodbye to one of the most important people in your life. Being called back to Top Gun, you are met with that person again. you never thought your goodbye would turn into a see you soon.

Pairing: Jake 'hangman' Seresin x Pilot!Kazansky Reader - callsign; winter.

Warnings: Mentions of breakups, swearing, mentions of death. Mostly some angst & some fluff.

Authors note: Hi. I won't lie I did not expect this to take the turn it did. This is LONG. I also hope i did my man hang some justice as the best trope is the ' i hate everyone but you ' and thats exactly what this is. It's also my first time develing in something i've never written before. Thank you if you do read this through. Enjoy.

ps: thank u mr.powell for the playlist that kicked this whole fic off to begin with. you can find that here -> hangman playlist

Bold = Text ; Italics = Flashbacks.

The envelope felt heavy in your hands. Your name in neat handwriting, the Navy symbol in the top corner.

You take a deep breath as you open the letter, the only words sticking out to you.

invited.

top secret.

top gun.

Top gun wanted you back? You were far from shocked as it stated, the best of the best were called back for this mission. Tossing the letter on the table and taking a deep breath, you were going back to San Diego. You had graduated top gun almost four years ago. Luckily you were on assignment just a few hours from North Island.

Taking a deep breath, hands on your hip,looking between the letter and the time on the stove You pulled the phone from your pocket, and dialed the only phone number that came to mind. “Hi honey” your mom cheered happily, a sigh fell from your lips.

“Hi mom” you smile, shoving your hand into the back pocket of your jeans. The green light's on the stove stared at you, it was late, he may not be awake.

“Can he talk?” you ask as she sighs. “I don’t know honey” biting your lip, you look at the letter. “I got called back,” she gasps. “You got called back?!” hearing the excitement in her voice made you think, he had no idea.

“I wanted to tell dad but I will just see him soon” you smile. She laughs on the other end, and you can imagine her hand on her forehead with a wide smile.

“We can’t wait to see you darling!” biting back a wider smile, you hang up the phone and slide it back in your pocket.

Making your way up the steps, you can’t help your mind to linger. Who from your class may have gotten called back, hoping at least one friendly face would accompany you.

The packing was quick, learning quickly with the Navy it was just awaiting the drop of a hat to your next destination. Folding the last of your things in bags, hands on your hips, smiling at the photo on your nightstand. Reaching over and grabbing the frame, you gently shove it into the bag with a final zip. The drive to San Diego was gonna be long, you knew setting out as soon as possible was the plan.

The letter stated you were to report no later than forty-eight hours than the date given, which was two days from now. You knew you had some important stops to make before you made it to base. Looking back at your home one last time, it was time to set out to your second home.

Top Gun.

You replayed many memories on your drive, the moment you told your parents you were going to be in the navy, to when you made the decision to be a pilot. To the moment you told your dad you were number one in your class, holding up the family name. Leaning against the car, listening to the soft sounds of gasoline making its way through the line, you feel the buzz of your phone in the back pocket of your jeans. A smirk makes its way to your lips.

PHOENIX: San Diego?

you type a quick reply and a quick heart reaction came seconds later and you knew then, a familiar face was going to be there awaiting you in San Diego.

You remember meeting Natasaha the first time, the two of you being the only two women in your top gun class. She couldn’t stand the sight of you, until she needed you in a time of terror jumping in to help her on a terrible flight with multiple bogies. A friendship falling into place almost immediately. You knew it was to be expected, you walked through the navy with a target on your back but you never let it falter your skill.

You couldn’t help but think you were called back because of who you were, not what you could do in an F-18. You held a skill that even your family couldn’t believe. You were thankful to make it back to North Island, it held a special place in your heart. It was home for many years as well as the only place you felt at peace. The sun rising over the horizon pulled you from your thoughts, a smile on your lips as you could feel the saltiness from the ocean, the warmth of the sun.

You were home.

Pulling your vehicle to a stop you can’t help but smile. The base had not changed since your days at Top Gun. You were still extremely impressed with the flattery of the people still lining the hallways. Trudging down the hallway, bags in toe.

You needed an extra long nap, the drive was hours and hours of bright fluorescent headlights and awful gas station snacks.

Phoenix texted you with plans to meet at the hard deck in a few hours so you knew there was plenty of time to get a bit of rest before meeting the rest of the aviators. Shoving into the small barrack you let out a heavy sigh, bags falling beside you.

Falling into the unmade cot, groaning at the hardness but welcoming it with open arms. You fell asleep within minutes of hitting the cot.

You slept for hours, as the alarm you set rang. With a groan, you managed to get yourself off the sticky cot and into some non sweaty clothes of just a pair of shorts and a tshirt.

You couldn’t bring yourself to pull your khakis out, the summer sun extremely hot. Pulling the aviators from your bag following the base to your parked jeep.

Making way to the hard deck you quickly texted your mom, letting her know you arrived at North Island with no problems and would be over to visit as soon as you could. Biting your lip you recognized the bronco in the hard deck parking lot.

Make that two familiar faces.

Smirking, shutting the door with your hip, making it up the stairs quickly. A sea of khaki in the bar was almost as if you were in the most boring state in the world. A sea of aviators. None of the aviators on your radar, until a voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“Winter?!” you turn then, a smile on your lips at your uncle at the bar, “Mav?!” you rush over then, hugging the older man tightly. “What are you doing here? Last I knew you were in france” with grin with you shrug. “I’ve been stateside a while Mav, just a few hours away” giving his shoulder a squeeze.

“Penny, this is (y/n)” you wave to her as she sends you a smile. “Call sign winter” she adds as you giggle, nodding. “In the flesh” you wink. Looking around the bar your eyes fall on the slicked back bun you had been on the hunt for, as well as the familiar Hawaiian shirt. “If you excuse me” you send them both a smile, gladly taking the beer from Penny's awaiting hand.

As you approach the group, Rooster notices first. “Do my eyes deceive me?” he pulls the aviators down his nose, looking over the frame. You smirk, bowing as the eyes of the other aviators fall to you.

“Winter in the flesh gentleman” squealing as Rooster pulls you in by the waist. “Is this how I found your stateside?” he asks as you chuckle, hitting his shoulder.

“Me?! You have room to talk Bradshaw!” he laughs, hand on his chest as he shakes his head. “Eat it Kazansky!” you grin, sipping the beer in your hand as your eyes follow around the group.

“Stop hogging her would ya” Phoenix is in your line of vision in seconds, a smile on her lips. “Oh my god!” you grin, pulling her into you tightly. “Hi Wins” she grins, hugging you just as tightly. “I’m so happy you are here” you whisper, pulling her into a tighter hug. “Me too” she grins, standing to her full height. “Let me introduce you to everyone” nodding you follow beside her.

“This is fanboy, coyote and payback” she continued pointing to each man, each sending a gentle smile your way. “And my back seater bob” you look over at the man who seemed hidden away.

“Hi” you wave, he smiles shyly. “Don’t leave me out now” the southern drawl, you knew instantly who that was. “And this is bagman” turning around, blood running just as cold as ice.

“Winter?” your call sign fell from his lips almost as a whisper. “Bagman now?” you smirk, hand on your hip as he shakes his head, smirk making its way back to his lips. “You know that’s not it” he winks, taking his place back at the pool table. “You two know each other?” Rooster asks first, his brotherly instinct was instant.

“Sure, that’s what we’ll call it” you mumble, sipping your beer. Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin was a man of many things. Of course he was an amazing pilot, his cocky personality could attest to that. Top of his class, just as you were at top gun. You were in the class after him, warned off from everyone, your father included.

“That man is nothing but trouble Winter” biting your lip at the memory of your fathers voice clear in your head. “Winter” turning at the sound of Rooster's voice, sending him a small smile. His head motions over to the piano, a smirk on his lips.

You quickly pull the plug of the jukebox, the opening notes of Great Balls Of Fire played by the one and only. You start the opening verse for him, the crowd of aviators following.

For one of the only other moments of his life, Jake Seresin was at a loss for words. There you stood in front of him, singing with Rooster at the piano.

“Sooo, are we gonna unpack that?” Coyote asks beside him, he snaps his head at the sound of his voice, a snarl on his lips. “Oh, the answer is gonna be no” Coyote holds his hand up in surrender as he turns away from his friend.

The pool stick felt heavy in his hands as he wiped his sweaty hands on his uniform. There was no way you were back.

The last time he saw you, you were on your way to signing your papers, you were heading overseas to France. Being in San Diego was too hard for you to see your father the way he was.

TWO YEARS EARLIER.

“France?” he asks, looking up from the plate in front of him, fork in hand as he sets it down. The clank of it hitting the glass plate could be heard around the world. “I’m being moved to France '' you say again, hand in your lap as he looks at you. “I-'' shaking your head, at a loss for words. “My talents are to be beneficial there” you say with a shrug. “What- I guess I’m having a hard time because you never wanted to leave-” your head falls at that.

“I can’t sit here and watch my father die” you admit, biting back the tears as you look at him, the sea of green pulling the rope deeper. “But you can sit here and leave me?” he admits as you scoff. “We both knew this would not be forever, before we’d be shipped off to our respective bases'' you look at him as he stands. “No I can’t say I thought that much now” running a hand over his face, he sighs.

You knew Jake almost a year prior, seeing his graduating class out of Top Gun as yours fell in. You had never seen the look on his face before, even in the short months you began to get close, falling into each other's arms for solace. “That’s the Navy Jake, you know that!” you stood, looking at him as he shook his head. “I don’t understand- Are we even gonna talk about this?” you sigh, hand on your hip. “What is there to talk about? I’m heading to France, you are heading to wherever they feel fit” you admit, a shrug of your shoulders.

He felt it then, the iceyness in your tone, the bite everyone told him about. “Fine Winter '' he rolled his eyes, pushing past you,

“I’ll get my things once I know you're gone” before you know it he's shutting the door in your face.

He had no idea you returned home, no idea you even landed just hours from San Diego, right under his nose as he stayed at the base. Your father knew and didn’t even tell him, he knew his reasons for that. He watched you beside Rooster.

A pang in his heart as he relieved a lot of your past in the matter of minutes.

Your flightsuit felt almost like second skin, your badges stitched into multiple sleeves. Following beside phoenix, books in hand as you stop at the front doors, a smile on your lips slightly.

“Hey dad” you grin at the photo of your father. The plaque underneath,

ADMIRAL TOM “ICEMAN” KANZANSKY.

You are pulled from your thoughts at the very nosy girl beside you, “So” Phoenix speaks first, looking between the lingering eyes of Hangman who seemed to bore holes into your skin as you make your way to a seat beside her and Bob.

“Hm?” you look up from the book, looking at her as she sighs. “Hangman?” she asks as you giggle, “he was very charming” you admit, biting your lip as you can’t help to look over from your peripheral.

The green of his fightersuit was gorgeous against his skin, the way it hugged his muscles in the most amazing way. “Ladies and Gentleman” Cyclone made his way to the front of the class. “You have been called back because, you are the best of the best, and that’s what we need, the best for this type of mission” he stands at the podium, hands on either side as his aviators rested on his face.

“I welcome your instructor for the next three weeks, Lieutenant Pete Mitchell, call sign Maverick” you turned in the seat, meeting Roosters eye. You knew the two had a rocky relationship, it was no secret Maverick pushed his career back years.

“Good morning aviators” pulling the aviators off his face, his heart swelled at the sight of the two of you, his niece and nephew following in their parents footsteps. “In the next three weeks, you are going to take everything you know about F-18’s” he tosses the text book in the trash beside him.

“And relearn your aircraft” falling back in your seat with a sigh. “I want everyone on the tarmac in fifteen, Lets see what you aviators got” he nods, pushing his way through the small walkway and out the door.

“Winter” stopping at the door, almost a sadness to his voice as you turn to face him, You never failed to be infatuated with him. His softness to you and only you.

“Hangman” looking over his face, hands on your hips. “I-It’s nice to see you” he admits, hand shoved into his fighter suit pocket. You smirk, looking over his face. “Is it?” you ask, he nods, his own smirk on his way to his lips. “Tell me that when I shoot your ass down” sending him a wink, following beside phoenix and bob.

He felt the flutter in his heart again for the first time in almost a year. You held a similar cocky attitude as he did, as your father did. He won’t lie and say he didn't miss that about you. “I really think we should unpack hangman, '' Phoenix says first, looking at you beside her.

“I’m sorry but why?” you ask with a raised brow, grabbing your helmet. “I mean" she pauses "it's Hangman” she has a deadpand look on her face, one you knew all too well. “Your father warned you about him and you disobeyed him” you can't help but roll your eyes.

“You sound like my mother, I knew what I was doing but at the same time, we expected one of us to be shipped off to somewhere else.” she nods then, looking over your body language as you walk away from her out to the tarmac.

“Alright, I want Winter, Phoenix and Bob and Coyote and Fanboy you’re up first '' you grin. The F-18 was a second home to you, you spent so much time around the planes it was in your blood.

“Winter!” looking up at the sound of your name, standing on the ladder, making eye contact with hangman and his signature smirk.

“Knock em dead” he mouths, you can’t help the flutter in your stomach at his words, was it dare you say love behind his eyes?

Climbing in and strapping yourself in you take a deep breath. The comms kick on as soon as your helmet is on.

“So” Phoenix says first, watching you from her own plane, “shall we make this interesting?” rolling your eyes with a smirk. “Interesting?” you ask, fanboy’s comm kicking on. “Whoevers shot down first, 200 pushups!” he yells, you laugh with a nod.

You follow behind phoenix on the tramac to prepare for take-off. Sending a salute to the gentleman on the ground, your jet was in the sky.

Pulling the face mask over your face, locking it in for the oxygen, you look over making eye contact with bob and phoenix.

“Let’s see if Miss winter is all she’s cracked up to be '' Coyote says, rolling your eyes at that with a laugh. “Can’t wait to watch your ass sweat on the tarmac” he groans, flying past you. You fly just beside phoenix, being the honorary wing-woman. Soon, Maverick flew between the two of you.

“Welcome aviators, let's kick it off with a good ol dog-fight. You know the rules'' you smirk, turning to the left away from phoenix. “How are we lookin bob?” she speaks, her backseater desperately looking through the windows. “I don’t have eyes on him” you grin, flying just above them.

“I got him” you can almost feel the roll of Phoenix's eyes even in the sky. Weaving between the mountains, doing your best to keep up with the wingman duties and to also compete in the dog fight. “Winter!” pulled from your own thoughts, looking up at the sound of Bob and Phoenix.

“On it” you fall back behind the two following Maverick. The fight lasted almost forty minutes, Hangman sat with his elbows on his knees, listening over the radio. “That's a kill” Maverick panted into his headset, Coyote and Fanboys curses followed.

Then it was just you and phoenix and bob. He listened intently.

“Phenoix Bob, that's a kill” the two groaned. You smirk, flying up behind your uncle, soon his own jet sending him the warning.

“That’s a kill” Hangman can’t help the smirk on his face, “yes" he falls back in the seat. Rooster looks over, watching him.

The opening of the canopy was a relief, you could never forget the heat from the jets.

“That’s bull!” Phoenix points from her own jet, a proud smirk on her face as you hold your hands up in surrender with a smirk. “A kill is a kill!” you wink, climbing down the ladder.

Pulling your aviators from the pocket of your suit, pulling them on from the sun. Stopping at the sight of Maverick, who wore his own smirk. “Winter” standing straighter, you look up at him.

“Sir” he shakes his head, pulling you into his chest for a hug. “I respect it, good work Kazansky" you smile, hugging him back tightly before he is nodding to the rest of the team. “Meet Hondo for our push-ups, got it?” they all nod as you continue inside. “I can’t believe you got a kill on the first dog fight are you kidding?” phoenix laughs, arms entwined with yours. “Best of the best baby” you smirk, sending Bob a smile.

“I real-” your body collided with a hard chest, you knew that cologne anywhere. Phoenix eyes widened at the sight of Hangman, parting from the two of you quickly. You look up to meet his shit-eating grin.

“That’s my girl” he grins, pulling you into his chest for a hug. “What the fuck” rooster whispers from his place, watching the whole interaction. You laugh, hugging him back as he pulls you from the ground in his arms.

“Jake!” he laughs, his name on your lips was almost his favorite song, god did he miss you. Setting you down, his hands cupping your cheeks. “It was so exhilarating to hear you fly again” behind his aviators you could feel the love in his eyes. You smirk, “Are you- are you happy for me?” hand falls to his as you pull it from your sweaty face to hold it.

“Of course I am” he pants, looking over your face behind his own aviators. “I can’t wait to kick your ass though” he smirks, giving your hand a squeeze as you pull away with a laugh. “In your dreams, Bagman!” he has his hands on his hips, shaking his head as he watches you walk away from him.

“Start talking, now” stopping in your tracks at the sound of your best friend's voice, Rooster has his hands on his hips as if a scolding father. “Roos-'' he shakes his head, “what the hell was that?!” he yells.

You sigh, hands on your own hips. “Jak- '' holding his hand up he points his finger at you, almost scolding you. “Bradshaw, if you cut me off again” you point your own finger back, moving closer to push it into his chest. “Jake and I dated when I was here the first time, before France, before-” he shakes his head.

“Before Uncle Ice got sick” he looks over your face. “Yes" you whisper, hiding behind the tears. “He was there for me for a lot of things, more than you know” you admit, shoving your hands into the pocket of your suit.

“And you two may not like each other but he’s a good man” shaking your head, you push past the rest of the team, and out of the door. “What the fuck Rooster” Hangman speaks up first, looking at the shorter man. “I don’t want to hear a peep from you” he points at him, and soon the two were chest to chest.

“What is your deal, she’s a grown woman” Rooster shakes his head. “Yeah and you fucked her over, probably broke up with her over a text or some stupid shit” Hangman scoffs, looking at Rooster.

“I do not owe you an explanation nor does she, and for the record, she ended it with me” he spoke with a shake of his head as he made his way out the door.

The house was the same as it always had. After your chat with Rooster you showered and went to the only place you knew would bring you a sense of comfort.

“Honey!” your mom cheers, pulling you into her arms as you smile. Nothing compared to your mothers hug. “Hi mom” you are hugging her tighter. She pulls you in quickly, shutting the door. “Your brothers are outside” looking out the doors, turning to her shaking your head. “Can I see dad?” she looks hesitantly. “Please” you whisper, the crack of your voice made her nod, shooing you towards his office.

You knock gently on his office door, peeking in to see him at his desk. “Admiral” peeking your head around the door with a smile as he ushers you in. His smile matching your own as he hugs you tightly. He motions to the chair beside him, his keyboard handy as he types out a quick message.

“Hi Honey” you smile, “Hi daddy”. His smile grows, looking at you with raised brows. “What's wrong?” sighing, his hand falls to yours in comfort. “DId you have anything to do with me coming back to Top Gun?” his brows furrow, quickly moving his hand to type a message. “I had no idea” nodding, you look at him with a sad smile.

“Well I got called back, got a kill on Mav actually” he smirks. He was proud of the route you took, getting your wings just as he did. “Why so glum then?” he asks as you sigh.

“Coming home to top gun, I found some people I tried to forget about” he nods slowly, sitting back in his chair to look over your face. The creak of the chair brings your eyes to his, his fingers moving over the keyboard.

“Jake Seresin?” he raises a brow as you chuckle. “How did you even know about that?” he shakes his head, zipping his lips and throwing the key behind him with a chuckle.

You nod slowly, looking at him. “He came to me after flying today, he was Jake, not Hangman. He was loving and kind, far from when we were together last” he nods, hand held to you. You place your own hand in his as he gives it a pat. He turns to his keyboard again with a smile.

“It’s never goodbye, always see you soon”. You nod slowly at that with a smile.

The conversation went on that way for hours, talking about anything you could. Smiling, you stand as he pulls you into his chest. Hugging him tightly your head falls to his chest, eyes closing as you take in his comforting scent.

“I love you Winter” his voice hoarse but it was his voice, you can't help the tears that make it to your lashline. “I love you more Ice” you hear him chuckle. He places a gentle kiss to the top of your head, pulling you back by the shoulders to look you up and down.

“Almost as good as your dad” he says, as you chuckle. “Oh but maybe even better” you smirk, pulling the aviators from your head as the two of you walk hand and hand to the door. Standing at the door, you watch as he makes his way up the stairs.

“I think you both needed that” smiling, you look at your mother nodding. “Thank you for coming” you pull her close, hugging her tightly as you give her a squeeze. “I am very thankful for being here, I should’ve come home sooner” she shakes her head, sending you out the door. Waving, you climb into your Jeep and the dam is broken.

You sob your head falling against the steering wheel. You hated to see your father this way, a strong man brought to typing on a keyboard. Quickly wiping your chees as you try to pull yourself together to at least look at the text on the screen.

ROOSTER: Were at the Hard Deck celebrating, come on down

smiling, you send him a thumbs up. Looking back at the house, you smile sadly at your father in the window, who blows a kiss from above.

Wiping your eyes again as you slide out of the Jeep, Smiling at the sound of the jukebox that the could be heard for miles.

You pushed through the sea of khaki, making it to the small group of aviators in their own sets of khaki’s. “Winter! Winter! Winter'''' Coyote makes your presence known first, hand cupped around his mouth as he chants your call sign.

You smirk, hands held out to your sides as you curtsey. “The living legend” you laugh, smiling at the rest of them. Rooster’s arm is around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you laugh. “A living legend maybe just for today til I get your ass” the group laughed then. You take the beer from Phoenix with a grateful nod and sip it, looking around at the rest of the aviators.

“I don’t know, I’m gonna be tough to beat Roos" nudging his side as you move around the pool table, sipping the beer quietly. “It really was great '' Bob speaks up from beside you, smiling as you nudge your shoulder into his.

“You are a wonderful back seater Bob” he chuckles with a nod, “yeah, better than she ever was" phoenix speaks up as you throw her a look. You notice Rooster making his way towards the bar then. “Roos!” holding the beer up he sends you a nod and thumbs up.

You were at least four beers in, the only ones left in the Hard Deck were Hangman, Phoenix, Rooster and yourself. Sighing at the scent of his cologne Hangman slides up beside you. Falling into his chest, nuzzling your nose into his neck with a sigh.

He chuckles, arm wrapping around your waist to help keep you standing. “You okay?” he asks as you giggle. “Of course” he nods, head resting on yours as his hand rests on your hip, it was too comforting for you. “I missed you” you whispered softly mostly to yourself, he wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t so close.

He smirks down at you, “oh did you now?” you nod. “France sucked without you” you admit softly, sipping on the last of your fourth beer. Pulling yourself from his chest, swaying slowly at the fast movement, Hangman's hands there to catch you as they land on your waist.

“Woah” he chuckles softly. You were never one to handle liquor well. “Let’s take you home” setting the bottle down, your nodding slowly. Your hands fall to his arms to steady yourself. “Guys, I’m gonna head back to base” he nods to the last few aviators in the bar, Rooster takes in the sight of you in Hangman's arms.

They all nod to him, his arms wrapping around your waist to lead you out of the bar. You sway as the world felt like it was spinning, you weren't sure if it was the alcohol or Hangman. Holding his hand out to you. Placing your own in his, he helps you down the steps slowly and over to his own parked vehicle.

You stop in front of the car door, looking up at him. Pinching his cheeks in your hand you sigh. “God I want to kiss you” you admit more to yourself than him as he chuckles, smiling against your hands. Opening the car door he helps you in. Falling back into the soft seat with a sigh, you look out at the setting sun.

Hangman looked gorgeous in the setting sun, you couldn’t help the flutter in your heart.

“C’mon sweetheart” Hangmans voice was soft as he picked your body up and over his shoulder. “Jake!” laughing, you're gripping his shirt tightly.

The walk to the barrack's was farther than either of you expected, but you were enjoying the company. It was almost as if you fell into each other all over again. Setting you down on your feet, his hands on your hips to steady you as the world swayed. Resting hands on his arms, you smile at him.

“Thanks” you mumble, the world was spinning. “You-” he was cut short at the sound of Phoenix's voice. “I can take her” she replaces his hands, putting an arm around your shoulders as you fall into her. He nods, sending her a tight lipped smile as you waved to him, the door shutting in his face.

One week left. One week until the big uranium mission and it was getting tense in the air and on the base. Everyone wanted to prove their worth. Yourself included.

“I want to see Winter, Hangman and Coyote and Fanboy in the sky today” Maverick is in front of you, flight suit on as he looks between the rest of the aviators.

“Hangman, you are gonna be winters wing” you look over at him, he smirks behind his toothpick. “Let's do this again, I want efficiency guys” nodding, you follow behind coyote and fanboy. The crackdown on the training was getting harder, everyone was on edge, It had to be perfect.

Climbing up the ladder to your own F-18, you couldn’t help but look around at the other aviators, sending Hangman a wink to your right. Strapping in, you take a deep breath. This was only the second run for you, it was also the first time Hangman was your wingman and you had to admit it was a bit scary.

“Let’s show em how it’s done boys” you speak over the comms, looking over at fanboy and coyote. “You guys know the deal” Mavericks voice was over the comms. “Remember nothing over 8 g’s, and stay low” nodding in your seat the canopy came down and locked in.

As soon as you were in the sky, you felt on top of the world, weaving through the mountains to keep up with Hangman. “Hangman you need to slow down” you say over the comms,

“no can do Winter, we’re not gonna make it out if we don’t speed the hell up” rolling your eyes, looking down at the speedomoter, it was already at 4 g's.

“Winter is right” Fanboy says in your defense and you can hear Hangman scoff. “Just lock on that damn missile and blow it to shreds” you bite back a remark, attempting to keep up with your wingman. The rest of the trial was quiet, except when Fanboy was able to get the hit.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” you yell with a grin as you fly beside the two of them. “Winter” Maverick’s voice is in the comms, quietly. You chose to ignore it at first, still on the thrill of the success as none of you made it in g-lock.

“Lieutenant Kazansky” you hear the whispers in the comms. “Mitchell?” your voice soft. The sigh over the comms was enough. “I need an emergency landing, now”. Looking over at the boys to your right, the two of them shrug.

“Oh shit, what did you do?” you can hear the smirk in Hangman’s voice. “Seresin” Mavericks' voice was stern, but wavering slightly.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

You tried to think of anything that could be the reason for an emergency landing. You were brought in for landing first. The canopy opened, fumbling you unstrapped yourself, pulling the helmet off quickly.

Climbing down the ladder you ignored the landing of the other pilots. Maverick stood on the tarmac, cyclone beside him. “Uncle Mav?” you looked at him, ignoring formalities.

Panting, you looked at their body language. Hangman stood from his F-18, watching the conversation at hand. You knew it. “It’s dad isn’t it?” your heart was beating a hundred miles a minute. “Winter” Maverick made his way over slowly, cyclone not far behind.

“I’m sorry to inform you Lieutenant Kazansky-” the world stopped. Your brain completely blocked out anything Cyclone was saying. You sobbed, falling to your knees on the tarmac, flightsuit still intact, gear still on your body.

“Winter!” Hangman was quick to climb out of his own F-18.

“(y/n)!” he was beside you in an instant as he tried catching you before you hit the ground.

“Admiral Kazasnky has passed '' Cyclone finished, looking at Hangman. Falling to the ground, holding you to his chest you sobbed into his flightsuit

“Shh, I’ve got you” his voice was soft, holding your body as it shook with sobs. “I’ve got you baby, I’ve got you” he swayed, running his hand up and down your back in comforting circles. “Let’s get her inside" Maverick clears his throat, looking between you and Jake.

He’s helping you up as you're pushing both men off, walking ahead. “I-I need a minute- I” shaking your head, sniffling as the tears kept flowing. Pushing past the rest of the team, Rooster was the only one who ignore your plea.

“(y/n)! C’mon slow down talk to me” he jogs to stop infront of you. Sobbing harder, your shoulders shaking as you look up at the only man who’d understand.

“My dad is gone” the fall of rooster’s face was not hard to miss. He was not expecting that. “And on top of that! Hangman treated me like shit on the run today and-and I have to bury my father who was the only man I needed- and '' your hyperventilating then. Sliding down the wall, you sob harder into your knees.

“Oh Wins'' he's beside you instantly, letting your head fall into his chest as he holds you tight. Running his fingers through your hair to sooth you. “In and out,” he whispers. He looks up at the sound of panting, meeting Hangman’s green eyes.

As much as he wanted to spite him, spit in his face and give him the good ol big brother talk, he knew Hangman was a source of comfort for you. “(y/n) I am so sorry, hey hey” he’s crouching infront of you then, sending you a soft smile, one reserved for you and you only. Rooster couldn’t hide his surprise at the apologies flowing from Hangman.

“I shouldn’t have talked to you like that up there” sniffles were the only thing heard in the hallway.

“Can I?” he looks between the two of you, he’s then scooping you up in his arms. The comfort of his arms has the tears flowing again. Sobbing in his chest, he falls back against the wall. “Thank you” he mouths to rooster, who sends him a bit of snarl but almost turns into a smile.

“I’ve got her,” Rooster nods, walking back down the hallway to find Maverick. You curled into him then, gripping his suit tightly. “My dad is gone” voice hoarse from crying, it almost didn’t sound like you. “I know darlin, I am here for you okay?” nodding against his chest, you sniffle. “I’m so sorry about today” he admits, rubbing comforting circles on your back.

“Is hangman apologizing right now?” chuckling, he nods. “Only for you darlin” you smile, wiping your cheeks, his soft but calloused hands replacing yours. “I need to go see my mom” you whisper, he nods, sending you a sad smile.

“Want me to drive you?” biting your lip, nodding slowly as you look over his face. “Please?” he nods, pulling himself up as he holds his hand out, pulling you from the ground. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, wrapping your own around his waist. Leaning into him as the two of you walk out of the base.

Phoenix and Rooster watched as he helped you into his own Jeep. “I can’t believe the hangman we are seeing” Phoenix is the first to break the silence. Rooster nods,

“I saw a side of him today that I’ve never before".

Pulling up to the front of the Kazansky home was almost pushing him to his past. He looked at the front door, his mind couldn’t help but to fall back to the last time he was here.

“Can I help you?” your mothers voice was just as soothing as his own mothers. “Uh, Hi ma’am” he pulled his cap off, dressed in his whites as he sent her his signature Hangman smile. He realized his silence as she blinked up at him.

“My name is Jake Seresin, I am actually wondering if it would be possible to speak to the Admiral?” she looks him up and down, soon your fathers voice was behind her. “Honey!? Who is it?!” he comes behind your mother, looking him over.

“Lieutenant Seresin '' your fathers voice made his blood run cold. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. “Good evening sir, I’m sorry to bother you at home but uh, I was wondering if I could speak to you?” your father nods then, motioning him in. “Let’s go to my office” Jake smiles at your mother, following after him.

He shuts the door behind Jake and he realizes then, he was doing this. “Admiral, I know this may be a big ask but-” he shakes his head, hand on his hip. “This is about my daughter isn’t it?” opening and closing his mouth, looking over your fathers face, Jake was speechless.

“Listen son” he looks up at your father. He admired this man, he knew what Iceman did for the topgun program, knew what he did to get where he was. “I want to go to France with her,” he finds his voice then,it was soft and vulnerable, it even surpised himself. He's looking over your fathers face.

“I-I don’t want her to go and I-I’ve never felt this way about anyone” nodding, the admiral leaned against the desk infront of the lieutenant who sat in the chair.

“If you love my daughter, I think you need to let her go to France, alone” Jake can’t help the way his stomach plummeted.

“It’s never goodbye, always a see you soon”

“Jake” your voice was soft, almost missed if he wans’t right beside you. You looked over his face. Hesitating he looks over at you, he can’t help the feeling in his chest he’s always had for you. “Can you come with me?” the hesitantcy in your voice almost broke his heart especially at the sight of tears in your waterline.

“Of course” he’s nodding quickly, climbing out to meet you on the sidewalk. Hold your hand out to him he takes it in his own. Walking hand and hand up to the front door of your family home. You felt his reassuring squeeze as you opened the door. The entire Navy was in the living room then, Maverick stood first.

Your mother in the arms of Slider, your fathers backseater and a long time family friend. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. Jake wrapped his arm around your shoulder then, giving it a reassuring squeeze again.

“(y/n)” Slider was infront of you, pulling you into a tight hug as he watched Hangman over your shoulder. He was stiff as a board. You didn’t know about the conversation between Jake and your father and Jake wanted it to stay that way.

He felt the same anxiety he did that night.

The house cleared out almost as soon as it filled. After shutting the door to your mothers bedroom, you smile sadly at the blonde at the end of the stairs. Jake remained in his flight suit, he would stay by your side as long as you wanted him to be.

“Are you staying for the night?” he asks, making his way up the remaining stairs. You nodded. Biting your lip, looking down at your fingers picking at the hang-nail on your thumb. “What is it?” he asks, taking your hands in his to stop the nasty habit you picked up.

“Will you stay? I-I don’t want to be alone tonight” Jake felt your tiny hands on his heart as you squeezed. You were never this vulnerable with him even in the past.

“Sweetheart” he nods, pulling you into his chest, hugging you tighter than he’s ever hugged anyone besides his mother maybe. Walking to your childhood bedroom, hand in hand he can’t help the giddy feeling in his chest.

“Never thought this would be how I was spending the night in your childhood bedroom” he oofs at the gentle hit on his chest as you can’t help but to giggle, he smiles. Pulling some clothes from the drawers, his eyes stop at the tshirt in your hand.

A naval academy tshirt, but not your own, no, his. “You’ve had that this whole time!” he points out, looking down at you. You can’t help the blush that makes its way to your cheeks.

“I-” you nod. “I looked for it and thought I threw it out!” holding it tighter to your chest. “I took it to France with me” admitting it felt silly, but the smile on Jake's face made it worth it. “You did?” nodding, he smiles. “It’s in good hands then” you smile sadly.

After changing into the tshirt, Jake holds the sheets out for you as he already made himself comfortable. Climbing in beside him, he pulls your body into his chest.

“Jake” you whisper in the dead silence of the bedroom. “Thank you for being here with me” he nods, looking over at you then, you looked beautiful. “I’ll always be here with you” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You’re fathers words are playing in his mind.

Never a goodbye, always see you soon.

The uranium mission tightened its reins on the aviators. It was time. “What do you mean you may pull me from this?!” you couldn’t help the raise of your voice, Cyclone pulled his aviators off his face, tossing them on his desk.

“Kazansky” hands on your hips he shakes his head.

“I was brought back here because I was the best, not because Ice was my father, not because I am a Kazansky. I was brought here because I am a damn good pilot and I am not being pulled from this!” He nods, looking up at you then. “If you feel confident you can ship out with the team” nodding, you push out the office door.

Maverick and Rooster standing outside. “Boys” you grin, looking between them. “Are you sure you are up to this?” Rooster speaks up first, looking over his face, you nod. He notes the slight sag of your shoulders.

“We won't be angry if you arent up to it Wins” Maverick looks at you. Shaking your head, pushing past the two of them, yelling down the hall. “Let's blow some shit up boys!” you grin. You knew the chances of you being a part of the team were slim, It was all in Mavericks hands but you still were going to be there for your friends.

In the week leading up to the mission, everyone was on eggshells with you. They didn’t want to say the wrong thing to put you over the edge. After your fathers funeral you were given a bereavment period where you went off the grid for three days.

No one heard from you, not even Hangman.

“Sweetheart” the southern drawl stopped you in your tracks. You hadn’t seen him since you returned. Turning to face him, his smile was soft, toothpick between his lips. It was him so much it almost hurt. “You’re coming with us?” you nod, hands on your hips with a grin. “Of course, I’m not letting anyone down” he nods, coming to stand infront of you, bag in hand.

The ship would be loading in less than two hours. “Good” he sends you a wink. He wont lie in saying he was a bit hurt at the way you left him with no idea where you went and if you were even okay. The death of your father was hard on everyone.

“Jake” you're jogging beside him, looking up at him. His side profile always left you speechless. “Thank you” he’s looking over your face, watching as you chew on the inside of your cheek. “I can’t begin to thank you for being with me through that, through my breakdowns and-” he shakes his head, leaning down to place a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Always darlin” and he was gone, making his way to the ships.

In the matter of hours, you sood in the middle of the ocean. The room was hot, sweaty. You could feel the sweat in places it shouldn’t be. “Maverick” Cyclone crosses his arms, nodding towards the pilot and the group.

“Maverick is picking the team to go with him on this, you all will be here on stand by for recon if needed” you all nodded, looking around the room at one another. “Rooster” Maverick looks at the young man at your left, you send him an encouraging smile. “Phoenix and Bob” you smile even wider, they were the perfect choices.

“And Winter”

your head snaps up at the sound of your name, making eye contact with your uncle. “Alright” he rubs his hands together.

“Let’s do this” looking over at phoenix and bob, both sharing the same look on your face. Pulling you into her chest, Phoenix hugs you tight. “We’re gonna do great, you are an amazing pilot, I wouldn’t want anyone else to fly with” nodding against her, you let out a heavy sigh. “I didn’t expect to go on this” you admit.

She pulls you at arm's length, hands on your shoulders. “You are the same winter, the same one who kicked everyones ass in every single dog fight, the one who was number one in the class” nodding, you give her arm a squeeze.

Walking around your f-18, ensuring everything was in place not noticing the presence of the man beside you.

“Winter” jumping you look at Jake with a smile.

“I’m proud of you” he’s first to speak, moving to stand in front of you. Cupping your cheeks looking over your face . “Come back to me would you?” nodding, you take in his features, the comfort of mossy green and the million dollar smile.

“Of course” standing up on your tiptoes to reach him, pulling him down to connect your lips. It was the first time in three years he’s kissed you and yet it felt like yesterday. Pulling you closer by the waist, he can’t help but continue to kiss you as if his life depended on it.

“Alright!” Rooster yells causing the two of you to pull apart as he can’t help to grin. “Enough of that shit” he scoffs, walking to his own F-18 beside yours. Jake looks down at you with a smile.

“Give em hell Winter” he’s kissing your forehead, slipping your helmet on with a gentle pat to the top. Sending him a smile, you yell for him, “Jake” he stops a few feet ahead of you. “See you soon,” he grins, sending you a wink.

“See you soon gorgeous” climbing up the ladder, looking over at rooster who raises a brow. “Can I help you?” chuckling, you climb into the seat.

“Dagger one is hit I repeat, dagger one is hit!” Phoenix is yelling over the comms. Biting your lip, you can hear the voice in the back of your head. “Rooster” he jumps at the sound of your voice, breaking your silence.

“Winter” he heard the determination in your voice. “I’m going after him!” and soon your own jet is hit with bullets of the enemy, flying to find Mavericks plane. “What the fuck!” Hangman yells from his own jet, hitting the canopy above him. “Winter!” Rooster yells in the comms.

“I’ve lost sight of dagger two I repeat” Rooster sighs as Pheonix and Bob and himself fought enemy fire. You had one missile left, finding Maverick on the ground. In the process of your own plane going down, you are able to blow up the enemy plane. Climbing from jet, your panting. “Winter?!” Mavericks already yelling.

“Are you insane?!” Standing, you pulling the helmet off head looking at him. “A thank you would be just fine Maverick” he rolls eyes. “I would’ve been fine! You left the rest of your team in danger!” you scoff, shaking your head. “I could’ve left your ass to die!” you point out. With a shake of his head, he looks at you.

“Just like your father” hands on your hips, looking at him with a snarl. “I am a Kazansky after all” you seeth looking over his face. “Let's get out of here" looking around the wooded area, he walks ahead of you nodding, making his way through the woods.

Trudging behind him, you can’t help but huff. “Thank you winter, oh thank you for saving me” mumbling under your breath. “If you don’t shut up” he pulls you beside him, motioning to the F-14 in the bay of the enemy base. "You have to be kidding" he looks over with a smirk.

He was not kidding.

Running after Maverick, looking over your shoulder. "I can't believe we are doing this" you mumble mostly to yourself as he chuckles. "I can't say I expected this either" he runs into the bay, looking at you. "I know you know this" nodding, looking over his face. "Tell me" he runs through when he needs you to disconnect the cords and to get in the jet with him. "Back to your backseater days, I know you're not used to that" he smirks as you send daggers his way.

Hangman is bouncing in his seat. Why the hell has he not been called into recon? “Permisson for take off” he’s pulling the mask on, waiting for the okay. He was not gonna sit here when there were no eyes on you or maverick.

“Permission denied” he groans, mumbling under his breath. “Sir '' Cyclone looks down at the man infront of him, “Winters back online”. You couldn’t believe you were flying in an f-14, just as your father did. “Let’s make Ice proud huh?” Maverick is grinning in the front seat, you nod with a smile.

“Let’s do it!” looking through the canopy you watched for enemy fire. “Mav, low right, he’s right below” it was much different in the F-14 than an F-18. Of course it was to be expected but you felt almost on a different level. “Damn it” he mumbles, taking fire.

“I’ve got lock on him, get a bit higher” and on que, the missile flew out and the enemy plane was in flames. “Jesus this is old” you mumble, flipping switch after switch. “Way to make me feel better” Maverick mumbles from the front seat. “I’m used to an F-18, I’m sorry!” you're arguing then, looking for the right switches to pull. The jolt of a missile hitting the back of the plane puts your argument on hold.

“I’ve lost the left engine!” you yell, looking for anything to help the two of you. Maverick switches to bullets, shooting at the enemy plane, cursing under his breath. “I’m out” letting out a heavy sigh, it was time to accept your fate.

“Ladies and Gentleman, this is your saviour speaking” your eyes fly open at the familiar voice, noticing the f-18 and the pilot from miles away. The enemy plane was in flames.

“I told you to come home to me” you smile, looking over at the smirking pilot who flew on the right side of you. “I am now, thanks to you” you wink. “Requesting landing” the plane was clearned for landing within minutes.

“Hold on” Maverick mumbles, the landing itself was alot rougher than you expected. The opening of the canopy was more startling than the cheers on the tarmac. Panting, you unstrap yourself standing as you pull the helmet off. Holding your helmet up as you cheer with the rest of your fellow aviators.

Climbing down after Maverick, he pulls you into his chest, hugging you tightly. “I know he’s proud of you” he whispers in your ear, pulling a smile to your lips. Hugging him tighter you nod, "I do too".

“He’d be pissed to know you did that” nodding, holding your hands up in defense you can’t help but smirk. “I may be dangerous but that's what my father always taught me, you always look out for your wingman” you shove his shoulder with a smile.

“Winter!” looking past Maverick and the crowd of people, you can see Hangman stood at his jet. Gear still on his body as he’s holding his helmet in his hands. Dropping your own, running to him as he drops his helmet beside him, catching you as you're colliding with his chest, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Holy fuck” he’s panting, it was setting in for him he could've lost you in the matter of seconds. His arms tighten around your body. Pulling back to cup his cheeks you grin. “It’s never goodbye Hangman” he smiles, pulling you down to connect your lips for the second time that day.

Kissing you as if you’d slip from his fingers again. The way you slipped from him to another coninent almost three years ago. Pulling away for a soft breath, he whispers against your lips,

“It’s always see you soon”

BONUS;

The dress whites were always somehow uncomfortable no matter how well tailored they were. After the uranium mission, you were all sent back to respective bases. You were lucky to stay in North Island but the others all shipped to home bases. Jake included as he was shipped home to Texas.

The Navy was holding a ceramony to honor those who put their lives on the line for their country. Brushing yourself off in the mirror, looking over all the honors on your chest, eyes falling to your fathers tags that are sitting there, staring at you. Smiling at the photo beside them, you and your father from your top gun graduation, plaque in hand.

“Honey!” your mother yelled from the steps. “Coming” you knew how badly you needed her support for this. “God you look like your father” she mumbles, more to herself as you smirk.

“Got the goddamn smirk to prove it” she chuckles, ushering you out the door. The car ride was silent, it was hitting you now that your father missed this.

“He’s proud of you, you know that don’t you?” looking over at the sound of your mothers voice, you nod.

Walking into the ballroom it was nothing but a sea of white.

“Oof” you stumble slightly at the collision of a hard chest, reconizing the hug anywhere. “Coyote!” pulling him to your body again, you can’t help but smile, hugging him tighter. “It’s good to see you Wins” you grin. “I want you to meet someone” he’s pulling you after him, stumbling slightly as you smile at everyone you pass. “This is my girlfriend, Victoria, Victoria this is Lietuenant Commander, (Y/N) "Winter" Kazansky'' rolling your eyes, sending her a friendly smile. “Hi Victoria, Please just call me (y/n)” shaking her hand as she sends you a smile.

“I’m also not lietuenant commander yet” you nudge the man beside you. “I’m gonna go mingle okay?” smiling at the two, you push through the sea of Navy officers.

“Good evening everyone” Cyclone stands at the podium with a smile. “Thank you all for making the time to come see us here on North Island” a few chuckles erupt from the crowd.

Your eyes scan the room for the blonde hair you fell in love with.

After the mission, even after finding out he was heading to Texas, he was not letting you go again. “I’d like to start by bringing up a group of aviators who really showed their love for this country” he claps, listing off the names of your team one by one.

The entire room cheered as you stood beside your friends.

Your family.

“I also have a few awards to give tonight as well as some honors” Cyclone continues.

“I would like to honor Admiral Tom "Iceman" Kazansky '' biting the inside of your cheek, looking down to avoid crying infront of these people.

Rooster nudges your hand in comfort, sending a smile your way. “He was an amazing man who did everything for this country as well as Top Gun” the room claps.

He gets through the awards, Maverick getting a new rank as he takes the pinning and sends you a smile.

“And for this next honor, I want to bring someone out here to help me with this” looking over to the right side of the stage, your eyes meet the sea of green. In his whites, Jake is grinning ear to ear as he makes eye contact with you, stopping to stand ahead of you.

“In honor of her sacrifice for this country” Cyclone has started talking again. It is nothing but background noise as you're looking at Jake. He’s taking the pin, holding it in his hands.

“Lieutnent Commander, (Y/N) "Winter" Kazansky '' He's pinning the small pin to your chest, as delectly as possible as he sends you a grin. You smile, shaking cyclone's hand as you are escorted off the stage.

“I can’t believe you” slapping his chest, looking up at your boyfriend as he smirks. “I wanted to be the one to present your new rank” he’s pulling his hat off then, his hair is longer.

Cupping your cheek, he pulls you into him to kiss you for the first time in months. “I’m still not happy you have better rank” rolling your eyes, pulling him to you connecting your lips., standing on your tiptoes to reach him.

For a man who was cocky, arrogant and left a room filled with his ego, he held a proud smile on his lips.

“I love you Winter” you smile, looking up at him.

“I love you too, Hangman”.

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ps a/n: brooo if you read this long I am so grateful. This was a wild ride and took me TOO long to complete. I ended up loving writing top gun as well as hangman. I know this is different than anything I put out but I wanted to try something new.

thank you for the love & support. to read any other of my work you can find it in my library.

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