#hannix drabble

[missathlete31]

Just A Scratch- Part 1

A dramatic angsty Hannix prompt:

Warnings: Phoenix is put into an uncomfortable and unwanted position at the bar so please be wary if anything like that sounds triggering to you.

It all happens so quickly. One minute Phoenix is heading over to Penny to get a round of drinks at the bar and the next second she is being pushed up against the panel-sided wall by a drunk man who's hands find the swell of her ass like they have a homing beacon. Before she can even react he is there, in her space and getting closer, face showcasing a smugness in the way he leers confidently down at her. She's been hit on before of course, and usually reacts better, but something about it happening at the Hard Deck of all places, an establishment that has become like a second home for all the Daggers, puts Natasha in such shock that she can only stare back at the man unmoving.

"Well aren’t you a sight” the man speaks; his breath hot on her ear as he somehow seems to come even closer into her personal space. Natasha can’t contain her shiver, her unease palpable as her mind screams at her to push him off and get out of there and yet her body stays put. It’s not like she’s drunk; Phoenix was the last of the Daggers to arrive and hadn’t even managed to get a drink yet but somehow she is as frozen as a deer in headlights as this stranger gives her ass another squeeze with a grin.

Her lack of fight emboldens the drunken man. Perhaps he is mistaking it for her being interested although from the way he has her virtually trapped against the far wall of the bar, Natasha has a feeling he is the type of predator that enjoys making his prey feel ensnared. She raises a hand and tries to push back, finding enough of herself to recognize she needs out of this situation immediately, but the man bats her attempts at escape away with a chuckle. “If you want to get handsy baby, I suggest we go some place a little more private.”

“Let me go” it’s the first Natasha has spoken and she would be embarrassed by the lack of power in her voice if she wasn’t so freaked out by the whole situation. The man shakes his head with a condescending look, almost as though he finds the female aviator adorable. “Oh sweetie, don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya-“

“I said-“ her voice raises as she pushes against the man’s chest again to try and find a path to escape, “let me go.”

“But we are having so much fun” one more squeeze to her butt and then the man is moving to cradle her face, framing the stands of hair that fall over her face. Natasha opted to wear civilian clothes with her hair down today, a decision she regrets as the man in front of her continues to show her no respect. She knows this sort of thing wouldn’t happen if she was in uniform, remembering all the times she’s been called a frigid stick up the ass when she told men no in her khakis. Channeling that power, that strength that she possess when she wears her Lieutenant bars and soon to be Lieutenant Commander if Maverick is right about the ceremony at the end of the month, Natasha gives another push, harder to the point the man actually stumbles a step. He isn’t deterred, merely smiling as he shifts a lock of her hair behind her ear and dares to kiss the spot of skin he removed it from. “Beautiful and a little feisty, my favorite combination-“

“Then you’ll love me” a voice announces and it would be comical how fast the drunk man’s head snaps up at the sound if the whole circumstances wasn’t so scary. Phoenix turns as well, finally feeling a moment of calm as she notices Hangman of all people have come over, his eyes assessing the situation quickly and picking up on her unease. He’s wearing his khakis’ as usual, one of the few Daggers to still dress in regulation despite being on their mandated month of leave. The military Ken doll look works on him though, usually combined with his infuriating smirk and winking sea green eyes. That’s not who stands in front of Phoenix right now though, the flirty and playful Jake gone, replaced with the stone cold killer that Nat only sees on missions.  Tonight, Hangman looks livid, lips thin and eyes narrowed as he stares at the man holding Natasha hostage with a glare that would make smarter men run for the hills. The drunk doesn’t seem fazed though, or perhaps he has a death wish, because instead of backing off the man just scoffs Seresin’s way, “Find your own bitch” he warns, sparing Jake no more as he pushes back into Natasha’s body, a bulge in his pants hitting her hip and making this state of affairs a hell of a lot more real.

The pressure only last a second before the drunken man is ripped away from Phoenix and sent careening to the ground the other way. Before the female aviator can even process what is happening, Jake is in front of her, the expression on his face concerned though his eyes still look murderous. “Are you alright?” he asks immediately, his gaze scanning her for injuries while his hands hover without touching. Natasha knows she owes Jake some kind of thank you for saving her but something about Hangman being the one to see her so vulnerable and scared makes Phoenix raise her defenses, the defenses she should have had up from the beginning so she could have fought off the strange man herself. With embarrassment crippling her, she tries to roll her eyes, "I didn't need your help" she comments quickly, hurrying to hide the fluster off her face from the speed of the assault she just endured.

Jake barely blinks at her attitude, eyes still staring, still assessing, "But are you o-“ he’s cut off when suddenly a bottle breaks over his head, sending Hangman stumbling down to one knee from the force of the blow as glass rains all around them. Nat looks up to see her predator coming back, the other half of the broken bottle in his shaking hands, “you’re mine” he states, anger now in his tone from this delay in his conquest. He moves to take another step, but Hangman is up to the task, lunging up and tackling the man away from Phoenix once more.

The altercation has gained the whole bars attention at this point. The music of the piano cut away as everything descends into chaos. Natasha can see Jake land a punch before he is flipped over and lost in the movement of bodies converging on the two fighting men.

Phoenix is yanked immediately away from the wall and the fighting by Payback, who as the tallest of the group is able to spot her quickly as the other Daggers join the fight to back up Seresin. He deposits her over to Halo and Bob, a move that normally would anger Natasha for being ‘handled’ but she is still so shocked by the turn of events that she allows her friends to all but cocoon her in their safety. Pulled over to the side and out of the scuffle, Phoenix is able to watch as the men of her squadron rip the drunken man away from their teammate and throw him towards a corner booth. The man is bleeding from his nose and a split lip, and yet still he tries to fight his way away. Luckily the Daggers seem too formidable for him to overcome and they manage to box him in to the cushion, an image so similar to what the man did to her that Phoenix has to look away. She hears vaguely as Penny yells the police are on their way but Natasha’s attention soon becomes fixated on her savior. Jake is getting clear of the melee, Javy helping him over to a barstool, as blood covers the left side of his head and continues to trickle. Before she even thinks about it, Nat is moving, startling Bob and Callie with how quickly she is heading towards the bar top.

Just as she arrives Rooster is coming over too, handing Jake a towel to hold pressure as Javy runs to get ice. She watches Jake wince the minute the fabric hits his cut, the white of the cotton turning red quickly like it’s already done Seresin’s hair and skin. Natasha isn’t squeamish but the image is more than off-putting especially because it is her fault that the man is hurt anyway. Jake rubs his other hand along his jaw, showcasing the beginning of a bruise no doubt from a punch in the brawl.

Beside the injured aviator, Rooster lets out a long breath, “Penny is asking for an ambulance, just sit tight man-“

“Not needed” Jake moves to shake his head, and then as though thinking better of it, refrains. “I’m fine” though the way he teeters even while seated negates his entire argument. Bradshaw opens his mouth to argue but Nat beats him to it.

“Jake-“ Phoenix manages, because calling him Bagman right now feels wrong, “Oh god Jake-“ before she can say more, both men turn to look at her, wearing identical looks of concerns.

“Nat you alright?” Bradley asks at the same moment that Jake tries to stand and ask the same thing. Rooster pushes him back towards the barstool with barely any pressure, before turning to the female pilot again, “did he hurt you?” the mustached man asks.

“No, I’m fine. But, Jake he- God, I’m so sorry-“

“None of this is your fault Phoenix” Hangman answers, earning a look of approval from Bradley for not allowing Natasha to even try to feel any guilt for the night’s events.

“But- but your head-“

“A cheap shot, it’s nothing” though they can all see the wince when Jake tries to move the towel off. Bradley stands closer, looking over the top of Jake’s head, and giving a long whistle, “I think you’re going to need stitches Seresin” he shares gravely.

“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch.”

“A scratch that is ruining all your clothes right now” Bradley points out, emphasizing the now bloody collar of Jake’s khaki’s. It’s said with exasperation and concern, both Bradshaw and Seresin embracing the new level of friendship they had managed to reach after the success of the mission.

“Head wounds bleed a lot” the blonde reasons dismissively, “I’m good.”

“Yeah too good to be true right?”

Before Jake can reply to Bradshaw with his normal quips, Penny arrives, motherly concern on full display as she shuffles Jake towards the office where she keeps her first aid kit. Javy follows the pair, the four shots the man already had during the night making him more of a hindrance than a help, but still they manage. With Hangman gone, Natasha feels cold, not liking the man being out of her sight especially with him being so hurt because of her. As though he can read her mind, Bradley moves closer to Phoenix’s side, not touching her but providing comfort by making sure to block her from the view of her assaulter and the view of Jake’s blood on the floor.

Bob arrives with a glass of water, kind enough not to comment when Natasha’s hands shake when she grips it. Her WSO knows her better at this point than to ask her if she is okay, instead offering her a kind voice, “do you need anything?” he asks.

She shakes her head, “I’m good” she manages, naturally thinking of Jake with that choice of words and cursing herself when her lip wobbles with emotions. Bob, sensing all, places a gentle hand on her forearm “the minute he saw that man get in your space he was off” the bespectacled man supplies.

“What?”

“Hangman, I don’t think I ever seen him so worried. He didn’t even wait for Rooster or Coyote, he just barged on over to get to you.”

“Well you know how he likes to play savior” she murmurs though she hates herself for even saying those words out loud.

Bob eyes her for a moment, reading her mind like he always seems able to do, before shaking his head. “You know better than that” he speaks sadly, disappointment evident. “When I first met you all I thought you both were-“ he stops, pausing to follow Nat’s eyes that can’t seem to help but follow to the back room that Jake has left to go to. “You should talk to him. He- He’s not quite what I thought” Bob decides to share, squeezing his pilot’s arm one last time before giving her a moment.

Phoenix lets out a shaky breath. Its information she can’t process right now, not with the smells of the drunken man’s cologne and Hangman’s blood still under her nose. She wishes she could dismiss Bob’s observation as being misinterpreted but Natasha knows it’s not fair to Bob or Jake. In truth, she’s known Jake Seresin for a decade and though the man has been a thorn in her side, he’s also always been an ally. He’s pushed her harder than any other pilot or teacher ever has, and never looked down on her for being a woman like some of the other men has. In all honesty, if the turf war between him and Bradshaw hadn’t forced Natasha to pick a side, Phoenix knows Jake would be one of her closest friends, maybe even more at this point. They always had a good relationship, a give and take that kept things interesting and fun. She also isn’t blind; able to admit that Jake looks as good as he claims. Could it be that Jake feels the same way? Bob seems to imply as much, and the man’s deductions have been nothing but right since the day she met her WSO in the bar before the mission.

Natasha’s eyes turn back to the office door at the end of the hallway. The door is still closed and Nat knows that somewhere inside Jake is probably still bleeding because of her; hurting because of her. She wants to get to him, to thank him, to apologize, to hold his hand every time he wants to wince from the pain she has caused him. In the span of a few minutes Phoenix realizes that she cares for Jake Seresin, in ways that disguised itself as friendship and camaraderie but feels so much more now. She takes a few steps forward, ready to throw caution to the wind and just be there for the man, when the door flies open and a frantic Coyote runs out. His hands are red with Jake’s blood and the fear in his eyes are enough to almost stop Nat’s heart right there. “SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE” he screams, shocking the room silent, “NOW!”

And then everything descends back into chaos.

[bradshawsbaby]

Could you do “holding them as if they're protecting the other from the world as they're snuggled up at their side. “ for Hannix and “humming/singing their partner to sleep” for the Bradshaws?

I’m going to respond to your requests in two separate posts, so first up will be Hannix!

“Minx? You alright in there?” Jake asked, rapping on the bathroom door with his knuckles and leaning in closer to try to make out any sounds of his wife on the other side.

It was quiet for a moment, and Jake could have sworn he heard a small intake of breath before Natasha’s voice reached his ears.

“I’m fine, Bagman,” she said, clearly forcing a light tone into her voice. Jake knew her better than anyone, and he could instantly detect the tiny hitch in her voice. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Jake sighed softly, but didn’t argue. He knew today had been tough for her for a number of reasons, and the last thing he wanted to do was push her or make her any more upset than he had a feeling she already was.

“Okay, babe,” he replied gently, resting the flat of his hand against the door that separated them. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”

Hesitantly, he stepped away and walked slowly to their room, pulling the blankets back and settling down on his side of the bed. He couldn’t get comfortable, however, no matter how he propped his pillows behind his back. He just sat tensely, waiting for Nat to appear.

When she did a few moments later, he watched her silently. She had changed into a pair of pajama shorts and one of his old T-shirts from the Naval Academy, her dark hair loose and hanging around her shoulders.

She was so beautiful, it hurt. But what caused his heart to ache even more was the slight puffiness around her eyes, evidence that she wasn’t as fine as she had claimed to be on their drive home today.

“Minx, come here,” Jake murmured, reaching out to her as she slowly climbed into bed beside him and allowed him to pull her into his arms. “Tell me how you’re feeling. How you’re really feeling,” he told her, running his fingers up and down her arm.

At first, it looked like she was going to deflect again, but then she looked up into his eyes, her dark eyes shining with unshed tears. “It’s stupid,” she murmured, looking down instantly.

“No, it’s not,” he replied firmly, grasping her chin and tilting it upward so that she was looking at him once more. “It’s not, Nat. Just talk to me.”

“I know that it had to be done, but I’m just feeling kind of sad about it,” she admitted, one stray tear trickling down her cheek as she leaned against his side.

It had only been a couple days since Natasha had confirmed her pregnancy with her doctor, and it was a time that should have been just for her and Jake. But instead, because of the nature of her job, she’d had to disclose her condition to the Navy, or in this case, Vice Admiral Simpson. As expected, she was grounded until after her maternity leave.

“That must sound so selfish. Of course, I know I can’t fly when I’m pregnant. I would never put our baby at risk like that. I just—”

“Minx, you don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Jake interrupted, cupping her face in his hand and brushing his thumb against her cheek. “You’re a fighter pilot. And a damn good one at that. It’s been such a huge part of your life for so long, and I can’t even begin to imagine what it feels like to have to give that up, even if it’s only for a little while. It’s okay to feel sad about it.”

Natasha nodded slowly, resting her head on his shoulder and tracing small circles on his chest. “I also wish we didn’t have to tell everyone right away. It’s so early. I mean, what if—?”

Jake’s grip on her tightened, as if he could fend off the possibilities and what ifs just by holding her close. “Everything’s going to be fine, Minx. I promise.”

She smiled despite herself. “You know you can’t promise that, right, Bagman?”

“Who says I can’t?” he shot back teasingly, winking down at her.

“You’re an idiot,” she laughed, her expression brightening, which made Jake’s heart lift.

“An idiot you married,” he reminded her, tugging her down so that she was laying against his side as he pulled the covers over them.

“Mhm, and got pregnant with,” she grinned, resting a hand on her still-flat stomach. “What was I thinking?”

“I have no idea, but I’m glad I got you before you could change your mind,” he smirked, resting his hand over hers.

“I’m not changing my mind, Bagman,” she murmured, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips. “Good night.”

“Good night, babe,” Jake said softly, taking her into his arms as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

It dawned on him as he was lying there that he was holding both his wife and his child in his arms, and his grip instinctively tightened in a protective gesture. He would happily spend the rest of his life protecting the both of them and keeping them safe from harm.

Everything that mattered most to him in the world was right there in his arms.

cozy and content prompts

[dlea203]

Oh the fluff🥹... I can s e e the picture you painted, it's crazy.

By the way, so glad to see that you got to catch a break. You're missed💗!

I’m still coming up for air but wrote a little something if you’re interested…

Meet Celeste Elena Seresin-Trace

Natasha startles awake, unsure when she drifted off. The house is more quiet than it’s been since she and Jake brought Celeste home. Her mom and Gabby must be out, leaving the new little family alone.

Jake sits with Celeste cradled in his lap, her head supported tenderly in his large, capable hands. His leave is so short that he’s not wanted to miss a moment of the exhausting cycle of diaper changes and feeding and hours spent staring at the tiny, sleeping being they created, treasuring every shift, scrunch, and wrinkle of her delicate features. She already has Natasha’s darker hair (oh the heartburn!), but her eyes have yet to settle. Jake would have to pry it from her, but she hopes Cici ends up with his green eyes. Spending so much time taking care of the baby also means he hasn’t shaved since the day they went to the hospital, and Natasha is fully appreciating the rare shadow of facial hair on her husband.

He doesn’t seem to notice she’s awake just yet, and Natasha keeps her eyelids lowered to listen to the soft conversation he keeps up with their daughter. “Don’t tell your Mama, Cici, but you might be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. Of course, she’s neck and neck with you because I’m one lucky guy.”

Celeste’s tiny arms jerk in response to his words. It will be several weeks before her smile is more than a muscle reflex, but Jake insists that she smiles the most at him.

They’d had several first names picked out for her, although Jake was adamant from early on that he loved Natasha’s middle name and wanted to pass it on to their daughter. Elena means “light” and that’s what his two girls are in his life. He’s probably figured it out by now, but Natasha can’t resist Jake when his sweet, sentimentality slips past his cocky guard.

Celeste is perhaps a little on the nose for a girl with pilots for parents, but they both liked how pretty it sounded and how the vowels of her full name sailed so smoothly along the tongue. Natasha still chokes up remembering Jake murmuring it to her while he cradled her to his bare chest in the hospital, his hands then still slightly awkward as he adjusted to holding so tiny a person. Having a baby has turned both of them into saps.

“Whoa there, Ci,” he yelps quietly when Celeste jerks. “Strong as Mama already. No one’s going to mess with you, are they? And don’t worry, Daddy won’t let them.”

God help whoever dares mess with their little girl, Natasha thinks. Especially if she has Jake’s wit and penchant for verbal annihilation. They’re going to get a pair of tongue lashings they might never forget. Or recover from. The thought makes her huff a laugh, and both Jake and Cici look over at her at the same time.

Cover blown, Natasha fully opens her eyes. “I am not bailing you out for harassing a four year old at daycare,” she capitulates.

Celeste’s mouth opens and closes now that she knows Natasha’s awake, and Jake reluctantly relinquishes her to be fed. They learned quickly that their daughter will give them a short grace period to notice she’s hungry before she unleashes a full blown, bleating scream for food.

“I would never harass a child,” Jake scoffs. “Just have a firm conversation.” He helps her adjust the pillow to support Celeste while she eats. Natasha has only enough attention to spare to give him a skeptical look as Cici becomes more impatient about being fed. The defensiveness melts from his face, and he brushes her damp hair from her forehead to place a tender kiss there.

Natasha feels pretty lucky too.

[annepsilvaauthor]

Jake Seresin admiring his wife Natasha Trace Seresin at a Navy Gala 🥹❤️‍🔥

Gifs via the gorgeous @babyrooster

[missathlete31]

Just A Scratch Part 1- Thoughts

Story link HERE

I NEVER intended to make such a cliffhanger. Honestly this story was meant to be a one shot, Jake gets a little hurt, Nat realizes she actually really cares for the man and they end up holding hands as he gets cleaned up in Pennys office…..

And now we are here in all the Angst and Dramatics that I can NEVER seem to avoid 🙈

I am also a little worried that I pushed Phoenix’s feelings a little too fast about Jake so I made a few edits but just to reiterate because I’m starting to second guess posting:

Natasha hits Jake with some anger at first because he is seeing her so vulnerable and scared. After he gets hurt protecting her, Phoenix realizes that she actually really cares for Hangman and she wants to check on him. Unfortunately right before she gets her chance to talk to the man, Coyote comes running out and calling for an ambulance.

Again I’m sorry for the ending but I hope Part 2 is worth all this unnecessary drama and wait!

Thank you to everyone that’s read the story!!! Feel free to message me if you want to talk (or yell lol) about it!!!

[bradshawsbaby]

I didn’t have anywhere else to go for Hannix :)

It’s been a minute since I’ve written for Hannix, huh? I think this one works particularly well during their FWB Era.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Natasha snapped, frustratedly running a hand through her dark hair as she swiftly moved towards the front door.

With her PMS raging, she’d been looking forward to a night at home alone, just her, some chocolate, and the trash TV she never had time to watch. The boys had all been blowing up the group chat earlier, talking about spending their Friday night at a new club downtown that Mickey had recently gone to on a date, but she’d gracefully bowed out, knowing she wouldn’t make very good company tonight.

Just as she’d been really getting into some ridiculous dating show she couldn’t even remember the name of, an insistent knocking on her front door had startled her out of her amusement. It wouldn’t let up either. Whoever was at her front door at nearly one in the morning evidently really needed to see her.

“Who is it?” she demanded, attempting to surreptitiously glance out the front window.

“It’s Bagman,” came a slurred voice, another knock punctuating his response.

Rolling her eyes heavenward, Natasha let out a long-suffering sigh and pulled open her front door, frowning and crossing her arms over her chest when she took in the sight of him, blonde hair mussed, the top three buttons of his shirt mysteriously gone missing, and the scent of alcohol assaulting her nostrils.

“What are you doing here, Bagman? Where are the rest of the guys?” she asked, glancing over his shoulder as if expecting to find the rest of the Dagger Squad on her front steps.

“Still out,” Jake responded, swaying slightly on his feet, to the point that Natasha had to reach out to steady him. “But I wanted to see you.”

“Oh, God,” she groaned, wrapping an arm around his waist and leading him inside. “C’mon.” The last thing she needed was her neighbors spotting her drunken fuck buddy on her front porch in the middle of the night.

“Look s’pretty,” Jake murmured, reaching up to stroke her dark hair as he stumbled along beside her until they made it to the living room, where she deposited him in a heap on the couch.

“Jake, seriously, why are you here? Did you take an Uber?” With the state he was in, she certainly hoped so.

“I missed you,” be pouted, reaching for her. “Why didn’t you come out with us?”

“I was tired. It’s been a long week,” she said, pushing his hands back when he attempted to wrap them around her waist. “Jake, you’ve got to go home. Nothing’s going to happen tonight, if that’s what you were expecting.”

“Why not?” he frowned.

“For one thing, you’re wasted. For another, I have my period,” she told him bluntly.

Jake groaned sadly, throwing his head back and running his hands down his face. “Can I still stay the night?” he questioned hopefully.

Natasha let out an exasperated sigh. “You can sleep on the couch,” she muttered, picking up the remote and turning off the TV.

He seemed happy enough with that, and while he kicked off his shoes and got himself settled, she went to get him a blanket and a pillow. When she returned to the living room, she swallowed hard at the sight of him in nothing more than his boxers.

“Here,” she said, laying out what she’d brought him.

“Thanks, Minx,” he replied, sounding more subdued and looking like he was about to fall asleep any minute.

“Jake, why did you really come here tonight?” she asked softly.

He looked at her, a flurry of emotions passing through his green eyes. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” he finally replied.

She looked at him skeptically. “We both know that’s not true.”

He kept his eyes locked on hers as he said, “You’re right. I didn’t have anywhere else I wanted to go.”

late night prompts

[beyondthesefourwalls]

Hell Bent, Heaven Sent

Summary: Truthfully, Jake didn’t like anything that she made him feel. Annoyed. Inferior. Submissive. But she also made his heart speed up and his palms sweat and despite everything, he felt better when she was with him. Natasha Trace made him question everything about himself.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Natasha Trace (Hannix)

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Language, smut (oral, f receiving, and pv). Kind of a dom/sub dynamic with dom!Nat and a subby!Jake

Notes: Apparently, I write Hannix now. And I have to be honest...I'm not mad about it. This was so much fun. @greatszu submitted a request for my TGM Blurb Party with the following prompt: Hannix, Smut, Desk, "Fuck, harder," and the blurb ran way with me and became whatever this is, lol. I hope you like it, honey!

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Jake knew if looks could kill, he’d be dead. He could feel Phoenix’s eyes burning into the back of his head and he didn’t have to turn to look at her to know she was glaring. 

He had pushed a little too far this time, and he knew it. Still, though, he wouldn’t apologize. Not until she did first. 

“Do I make myself clear?”

Mav had been lecturing the two of them for upwards of twenty minutes, though Jake had drowned him out after the first five. Still, he nodded his head, replying in the affirmative. He heard it echoed from where Phoenix was sitting behind him in the otherwise empty classroom. 

Giving the two of them a final look, Mav let out an impressive sigh before turning on his heel and leaving the room. The door slammed behind him and almost immediately, Phoenix was rising from her seat and stomping toward him. He cursed when her hand went to his hair, yanking his head back by the blonde strands. 

“What the fuck, Nix!” 

“Let’s get one thing straight, Bagman,” she hissed, and Jake felt a stirring in his khakis. “You are not better than me. And you will never, ever speak to me like that again.” 

Jake’s breathing picked up at her words, each one shooting through him like a spark. He hated the effect she had on him. 

He swallowed thickly, fighting to keep his voice snarky and even - defiant in the way he knew got under her skin. 

“Didn’t know you were so insecure, Tracey.” 

He knew the name would set her off, and he wasn’t disappointed. She tightened her grip in his hair, pulling his head further back. “I’m insecure? Funny, you were the one throwing a temper tantrum and bringing our personal life into the sky.” 

He gritted his teeth, unable to deny that she was right.  “You kissed him right in front of me.” 

“What, you’re allowed to mess around with other girls, but I can’t? You said you didn’t want to be exclusive. I’m just following what you wanted.” 

He doesn’t respond, his jaw aching from the effort of keeping his mouth shut. Phoenix scoffed from her position over him and he felt her release his hair, not bothering to be gentle; she never did, and he hated that he loved that about her. 

“I don’t have time for this. I’m already late,” she told him. He looked up just in time to see an almost cruel look pass over her features. “I have a date tonight. Maybe he will talk to me with a little more respect, or be interested in something serious. Unlike you.” 

Something that felt like devastation curled in his stomach. It was an unfamiliar feeling, and he didn’t like it. Truthfully, Jake didn’t like anything that she made him feel. Annoyed. Inferior. Submissive. But she also made his heart speed up and his palms sweat and despite everything, he felt better when she was with him. Natasha Trace made him question everything about himself. It was for that reason that after their first hook up, when she rocked his world, that he had said he didn’t want anything serious. He had been eating his words ever since. 

Phoenix was nearing the door now, and Jake knew he couldn’t let her leave. Not like this. 

“Please don’t go.” His voice was soft, barely audible, but it was loud enough that it caught her ears. She halted, whipping back around to look at him. 

“Why shouldn’t I?” 

The words, the truth about his feelings and his desperation for her, clawed at his throat. He wanted to confess everything to her, but he stuck with the basics for now. He would lay himself bare to her later, if she let him. “There hasn’t been anyone else. Not in a while.” 

Phoenix scoffed in disbelief, folding her arms over her chest. “I saw you buy some blonde of questionable age a drink last night.” 

Jake shrugged, tracing shapes into the desk in front of him. He can’t bring himself to meet her eyes in his vulnerability. “Wanted to make you jealous. Kind of backfired on me.” 

He doesn’t know if it’s because she can sense how he’s struggling with his feelings, or how hard he’s trying, or maybe she just knows he’s being sincere with his words, because Phoenix doesn’t say anything at first. She lets his words sit in the air and eventually, she walks back over to him. He doesn't look at her until she hooks her finger under his chin and forces his back. He fought back a groan. 

“Make me jealous, huh?” 

“Yeah,” he said. She looked like she was considering him. 

“You haven’t slept with anyone?” 

“No. Not in a while. I tried,” he admitted. He took a deep breath, gathering what courage he could muster. He let his hands go up to settle on her hips, tugging at her belt loops, grounding himself with the feel of her. “They weren’t as good as you. Not after what we did. I couldn’t…you’re better. I only want you, Nix.” 

If she read between the lines of what he was saying, she took mercy on him and didn’t say anything. Instead, she pushed her hands back into his hair. She stared at him for a long moment, so much so that Jake shifted in his seat, nervous and flustered under her intense gaze. There was a shift of tension in the air and Nat took a step back from him and back toward the door. He missed her presence and felt that emptiness immediately, but she surprised him when instead of opening it and leaving him alone, without her, she flipped the lock into place. She doesn’t meet his eyes again until she was leaning against the desk at the front of the classroom. She didn’t need to say a word; he’s on his feet and walking to her just by the way she looked at him.

He reached out to touch her but stopped when she held up a hand. 

“You want to prove yourself? That you only want me?” she asked.  He opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off with a single shake of her head and two words. 

“Show me.” 

Jake’s breath hitched. Nat didn’t stop him when he reached for her this time. He was quick and efficient in undoing her belt and the button and pulling down the zipper of her uniform pants. He groaned at the black lace panties he discovered when he pushed the khaki’s down her smooth, toned legs.  Without a second thought he was dropping to his knees right there in the empty classroom. 

He inhaled deeply as he pressed his face directly to her covered core. It had been over a week since she let him get this close to her and despite his best efforts, he had missed her. He kissed over her warmth, delighted that he could feel how damp the material was and that Nat wasn’t as unaffected by him as she presented herself to be. His mouth watered and he tugged on her underwear, pulling them down and letting them rest off to the side with her khakis and boots. He was nearly panting with how bad he wanted her. 

He moaned loudly as he got his first taste of her. The initial roll of her hips into his face only raised his excitement. Phoenix raised her leg until one was draped over his shoulder, opening herself up for him further. Jake licked at her folds, nearly frenzied by her taste and scent surrounding him. He nudged her clit with his nose as he fucks her with his tongue and delights in the way she keens, knowing that, right now, it’s just for him. 

“Good boy,” she praised. Jake only got harder from her words and it took all his willpower not to reach down and palm himself through his uniform, his cock aching for relief. 

Her wetness coated his face and he gripped her hips tighter, holding onto her so firmly that he knew she’d most likely be left with a physical reminder of this interaction. He twirled her clit around his tongue once, twice, three times before he wrapped his lips around it, humming in the way that he knew would have her falling apart. She squeezed her thighs around his head and he knew she was almost there. He was determined to bring her pleasure, his own nothing but a fragment of an afterthought in the back of his mind. He couldn’t get enough of her. He released her clit and kept running his tongue over her, lapping as much of her up as he could. He whined when Nat pulled his head back by his once impeccably styled blonde hair. 

“Take your pants off,” she instructed him, still slightly breathless from her release. 

He was trembling almost as much as she was when he climbed to his feet, fighting with his belt and zipper until he’s pushing them down his legs. They caught on his boot and he nearly tripped right into her as he tried to shake them loose. He blushed when she chuckled at his fumbling movements, but he can’t let himself get too embarrassed. He’s too eager to touch her again; too eager to be close to her. 

Nat turned to face away from him, the lower half of her body on full display as she leant against the desk and stuck her ass out invitingly. Jake knew better than to think her submissive display meant that she wasn’t still in charge. 

Sliding into her felt like both a gift and a privilege. His whole body shuddered with pleasure as he bottomed out, and he took a moment to revel in how amazing she felt around him. She didn’t let him get away with it for long before she was pushing back into him, telling him what she wanted. 

She was good at that. So good that he could do nothing but obey her. 

Phoenix, his Nix, was everything he didn’t think he wanted in a woman. She was loud and brash and she beat him at almost everything. She taunted him and pushed his buttons like no one else could and truly, it would be easier to hate her. But he didn’t, far from it. She unlocked feelings in him that he found himself craving, and in return, craving her. 

“Fuck,” she panted, throwing her head back and clutching at his hand that he had planted on the desk beside hers, “harder.”

“You want more?” he asked, adjusting his angle. 

“Yes. Give me more, Jake. Be a good boy for me and give me more.”

The words made him shiver, a whimper escaping from his throat. He pressed harder into her and sped up the thrusts of his hips.The sound of his skin slapping against hers as he gave into her demands echoed around them. 

“I’ll give you everything you want,” he promised her. “I’ll be so good for you, Nix.” 

Her pussy clenched tight around him and his hips stuttered as a whimper escaped. He grasped onto his self control as much as he could, desperate to keep from coming before she did. 

“Prove it,” she challenged, echoing her earlier words. Even without seeing her face, he knew she was smirking. “Make me cum, Jake. And then maybe I’ll consider you being all mine.”

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Hey my family out the Christmas decorations up today and it made me think of a cute little request for roosters brood? Like one where the kids tell the squad that they say mommy kissing Santa thought it would just be funny and cute 🥰

Aww that is super cute! I’m totally getting into the holiday spirit despite it being my busiest season, work-wise 😫 Hope you like this little drabble which may or may not have somehow turned into a Hannix thing.. I don't even know haha I've just been in a Jake mood lately 😅

The Secret

Rooster x Wife!Reader

Summary: One of your children confides in Hangman after he sees you locking lips with Ol' Saint Nick.

CW: just a tiny drabble, fluff, Christmas, kids, hints of Hannix

WC: 400+

“Guess what?” you hear your son say excitedly as he pulls on Jake’s pantleg while the latter is hanging a string of lights above your window.

“Chicken butt,” Jake responds without looking down.

“No!” Your son cackles. “I have a secret!”

Jake glances at him with a smirk. “Let me guess,” he says. “You’re not planning on keeping it.”

“Keeping what?” the boy asks in confusion.

Jake’s grin widens and he steps down from the stool to sit on it instead. He leans forward and gives your son his undivided attention. “Alright, go ahead.”

Your son brings his face to Jake’s ear and starts saying something when Jake jerks away from him. “Buddy!” he exclaims. “When you’re talking into my ear, whisper. You’re gonna burst my damn eardrum.”

“Bagman!” Phoenix tosses a garland at his back. “Language.”

“Phoenix!” he responds, glancing over his shoulder at her. “Can you save the violence for when we’re alone?”

Natasha’s eyes widen and her mouth curves into an outraged grin. She goes back to her poinsettia arrangement in silence.

Jake returns his attention to your son, who starts whispering feverishly into his ear.

“Oh, really?” Jake says, his mouth stretching into a wide smirk. He glances up at you with a roguish smile.

“You can’t tell daddy,” your son warns.

Jake nods, still watching you. “I agree.”

…

“What was that about?” you ask Jake later that evening after Bradley goes to put the kids to bed.

Jake turns to you with a laugh. “Apparently, you’re on the naughty list.”

“What?”

“Little Pete –”

“It was Nick,” Natasha interrupts Jake, rolling her eyes.

“Whatever, they’re practically the same person.” Jake waves his hand. “Little Nick saw mommy kissing Santa Clause.”

You clap a hand over your mouth, gasping. “Oh no!”

“What happened?” Bradley asks, coming down the stairs.

“Bradley was trying on the new Santa costume he bought,” you say with a slight whine. “I can’t believe they saw us!”

“I don’t know what’s worse,” Natasha muses. “Finding out that Santa isn’t real or thinking that your mom’s having an affair with old Saint Nick.”

You cringe. “Both are terrible!”

Bradley makes a face. “Someone saw us?”

Jake nods. “Yeah, Pete –”

“Nick,” Natasha corrects him again.

Jake sighs in exasperation. “How can you even tell them apart?”

Natasha shrugs. “Pete is shorter.”

Bradley chuckles, taking you by the waist and kissing your cheek. “Don’t worry, darling,” he mutters. “We’ll just tell the kids that Santa kisses everybody.”

Jake glances at the two of you sourly and then reaches over to take Natasha by the arm. He pulls her toward him possessively. “As long as Santa doesn’t demonstrate it,” he comments with a grimace.

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Incredible!

Seems ill-advised, tbqh.

"You don't want to hear the kinds of questions I've got."

#hannix

[Send me the first sentence and a pairing and I'll write the next five.]

"You don't want to hear the kinds of questions I've got."

Natasha rolls her eyes and warns Jake not to make her regret bringing him home for Thanksgiving. She's still not sure that they're quite there yet, but it's not like she can uninvite him now. He had looked so pathetic last week when he told her that "The Seresin Family Hang-sgiving" was canceled this year because his parents needed to use up the tickets to Venice his sister had gifted them two anniversaries ago before December so he was probably going to stick around North Island and hang out at The Hard Deck with all the other lushes who had nowhere else to go. Natasha had been perfectly content to ignore how mopey he looked – after all, wasn't celebrating Thanksgiving akin to getting waterboarded for a dude who tried to stay away from carbs? – but then Bob flashed her a pointed glare like she owed Hangman something just because he'd dragged her to his family's ranch in Austin for The Fourth.

She didn't, of course, because Jake was so Rah Rah Rah about Texas that it wouldn't take much to get an invite to his hometown so he could wax poetic about Longhorns football and fried okra until the cows came home for tipping. But there was the small matter of Jake getting on top of a coffee table before the Summer Seresin Scavenger Hunt began and declaring to his entire extended family that he was "boo'd up" as if the thing that their relationship was missing up until that point was a heavy dose of mortification. Nat still hasn't forgiven Payback for expanding Hangman's musical horizons even though he's probably right that it's better than Jake donning a cowboy hat so he could make a Patsy Cline reference instead. For that alone, Natasha should've let him flounder in California while everyone else went back home, but rather than disappoint Bob and have to hear about it for the next half dozen training sessions, Natasha went against her self-preservation instincts and invited Jake to have turkey with her family in the suburbs of New Jersey.

She knew it was a bad idea the moment she asked and has only doubled down on that impression now when encountering the wild gleam in Jake's eyes as he looks around her childhood bedroom. Natasha's never been happier than at this moment that she took down the extremely embarrassing boy band posters from her walls the first time she came home from college. All that's left now is a cherry-picked altar of her accomplishments. There are honors society certificates on her walls and her diploma from Stanford, medals from swim meets and a gleaming golden soccer ball perched on top of the MVP trophy she got when their team won nationals after the favorites got disqualified on a technicality. Jake takes in the framed pictures spanning Natasha's life and photobooth strips with her friends taken at a mall kiosk when they cut class to go see Step Up. He looks mesmerized as he practically bounces on the balls of his feet while soaking up all these snippets of who she was before he met her.

The quiet gets to be too much so Nat finally relents and says, "You get one question."

Jake looks like Kevin McCallister let loose at Duncan's Toy Chest, unsure of what to do with all this newfound freedom as his eyes trail along from wall to wall before stopping at the picture of Natasha with her date at prom.

"Where's all your debate team stuff?" he finally asks.

Natasha grins. Sucker.

"I wasn't on the debate team."

"Wait a minute. You made it seem—"

"I'm just naturally gifted at arguing with you."

"Flag on play, Trace! I should get another question."

"Should've gone with a sure thing," she says with an unapologetic shrug. "I really thought you'd ask if I still had the outfit from my very brief stint as a cheerleader."

She can feel him grinning when Jake leans in, his breath hot against her ear as he asks with all the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning, "Well, do you?"

Natasha makes a mental note to kill Bob when they get home.

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Fighter Weapons — Chapter 12

Pairing(s): Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC (Claire Mitchell) / Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Summary: An untold story. A series that shows what happened during the Top Gun of our beloved pilots of Top Gun: Maverick.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Word Count: 5.239

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

FIGHTERTOWN, USA

Hangman walked through the hangar facilities with his mind swarming with thoughts. He didn't understand how in a single day he could have such upheavals of feelings. He lived those hours like he was on a roller coaster and he hated roller coasters.

He had planned to enjoy a quiet day at the beach. Maybe surf a little, or just hang out with Coyote over a few beers. An ordinary day in the life of a fighter pilot. However, everything started to unravel as soon as he arrived at The Hard Deck. His sister called to once again insist that he attend her parents' event, but he was resolute.

Then it was his own mother's turn to call and he didn't answer. He couldn't. He wouldn't be able to answer. His hurt and disappointment were still too great for that. He wasn't sure if talking to her would end up taking all of his anger out in words or a childish cry. Both options were terrible to happen to him.

Hangman learned to guard his emotions from an early age, as people didn't care about that or what he said. Being ignored his entire life changed him in layers so deep, he couldn't say if he'd ever be able to get through them all. It was much easier to put on a mask and move on, after all, that's the way the world was. No one really cares about anything but themselves, so why should he?

That thought of his clashed with Phoenix's attitudes that day. He knew he could have gone a little overboard with her and Rooster, even Claire and he totally understood the anger towards him. He expected that. What he didn't expect was a succession of affectionate acts coming from someone like Natasha Trace.

Hangman didn't know her for a long time. Not even. But he'd lived with her long enough to understand that Phoenix was a strong, determined woman who took good care of her friends. She had a hard, earnest look. And he was pretty sure she could be vindictive. He expected that from her whenever he teased her and Storm. But not. For some reason, she thought him worthy of being petted, of being soothed.

He didn't understand. He has never seen anything like this. He was her rival, her adversary, at times even her enemy, but she took care of him anyway. With each call from his mother, he felt more awash in hurt. The memories of her words, the laughter, the pain all came back as soon as he saw her face on the screen. And Phoenix noticed. Fuck, she realized. He spent years of his life hiding behind masks, but she came and found him. She saw him. It was irritating and comforting at the same time.

Spending that afternoon with her was the last thing on his plans, but it became the most essential in the face of what he felt about the phone calls. He loved the way she never backed away from a good game and confrontation. Hangman noticed the twinkle in those beautiful black eyes every time the match got tough and he couldn't help but smile in satisfaction. At that point, they were equal. Two crazy people for the adrenaline of a good competition.

As much as he considered himself a hunter by nature, Hangman had never been involved with any professional colleague. He even flirted with a few, but simply because he couldn't help it. He liked to flirt with everyone. But with them Hangman always took a step back. He recognized that they were pilots like him and anyone else. They deserved respect like everyone else. They deserved to be there as much as he did.

However, with Phoenix it was being different. He continued to flirt even after finding out that she was a pilot too just to tease her. But as he watched her fly, received her direct responses and competed with her, Hangman didn't continue for the simple pleasure of seeing her angry, but because he was genuinely attracted to her.

Phoenix was physically different from all of his ex-girlfriends. He could be said to be a fan of short blondes and he didn't remember being attracted to any woman who deviated from that pattern. But she came. Hangman tried to hide it, but it was in vain. He loved her black waves, as well as those bright eyes and small nose. He loved the way she stood up to him. He loved that smile. And after seeing her in a bikini, he loved her curves. Phoenix was a very attractive woman and very interesting too. And he couldn't hold back. He wanted her. A lot.

He had considered stealing a kiss from her since the day he saw her at the bar in Lemoore and it was getting harder and harder to obey his own rule about not getting involved with professional colleagues. He tried very hard, but each time she passed, he couldn't look away. Phoenix, even wearing the standard uniform and with her hair tied back tightly, still attracted a lot of attention. And he wanted the pleasure of sinking his fingers into that soft-looking hair and kissing that feline mouth. He imagined it several times, in several different ways and saw that he might have a chance on the bet they had made. But he lost.

And he lost her again when Rooster took her away. They were having fun together at the bar, they had shared certain opinions and certainties about life and spent the whole day together. It was a day of rest and truce. They were finally getting along. And Rooster showed up to ruin everything. Hangman didn't accept that Rooster was using Phoenix to forget Claire or replace her. Phoenix was more than that, she deserved more. However, whenever he called, she was there with him and left Hangman right away.

It was all very new between them, but Hangman felt a confidence growing there. She was the only one who was seeing him and, after years, he wanted to find someone who understood him without needing words to do so. There was only one thing in life that Hangman wasn't good at: expressing feelings in words. And with Phoenix he didn't have to. She saw him.

He felt betrayed seeing Rooster and Phoenix together at the bar and hurt when she insulted him like that. He was just protecting her from impending drama and she shooed him away. With that, she made him return with the mask and feel terrible all over again.

Hangman arrived at the male dormitory and was surprised when he saw the door of his room open. He approached there observing a backpack on the floor and a man lying on the bed next to his. He wore all black clothes with heavy fabric and boots. His tattooed arms were supporting the back of his head as he looked up at the ceiling with a satisfied smile on his face. A crumpled dog tag was sticking out of his shirt and the man he knew very well looked down at Hangman. He immediately felt an icy chill run through his entire body.

“Well well well.” The pilot said with a sadistic smile. “Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. What an honor to be among royalty.”

Hangman remained silent for a few seconds that felt like hours. Why was he there? How had he not been expelled from the Navy? Why was he back? How had he managed to get into Top Gun after what he'd done? Questions roamed the mind of an already disturbed Hangman and the man realized it. He had a black, icy gaze that saw the worst in someone. Hangman looked away from his.

“Ethan ‘Cobra’ Allen. Shouldn't you be expelled?” Hangman commented in the same tone as him.

Cobra let out a humorless laugh.

“I see the news has spread.” He looked back at the ceiling. “It's just bureaucracy.”

"Five people are just bureaucracies?"

Cobra turned his gaze to Hangman, this time a deadly one. He let out an icy smile.

"I thought you were a lone wolf. You're letting me down.”

“I act alone. I sacrifice myself for others. I don't kill them…”

Before Hangman could finish his sentence, Cobra got up from the bed and charged towards him as fast as a fighter jet. He stopped very close to his face demonstrating that he was a few centimeters taller. Hangman felt the impact of that approach, but he forced himself to remain still. He didn't want to show that Cobra's mere gaze made him fearful.

“Be very careful when you finish that sentence.” He threatened, still smiling.

“Or what? Are you going to do to me what you did to those pilots?”

“Who knows?”

Hangman swallowed hard.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Oh. You should be.”

Cobra held a slashing gaze on Hangman who remained motionless in defiance. However, Hangman's desire was not to spend another minute near that pilot. Just looking at him, he felt a dark and malevolent energy. Cobra exuded danger from his pores.

So Hangman didn't ask any more questions, after all he would never get the answers from him. Hangman entered the room and gathered his belongings. He wouldn't stay there while Cobra was there. He couldn't bear to be next to a murderer.

“We have more in common than you know, Seresin.” Cobra commented when he saw him leave the room.

Hangman didn't answer and headed to the break room, where he found them again. That time it was worse. They were in an intimate embrace in total silence in the middle of the night. Hangman felt his blood boil, but decided not to say anything. The situation with Cobra was troubling him enough.

[***]

Everyone gathered again in the hangar for another week in the much feared and desired Top Gun. Phoenix and Storm sat in the front row, with Hangman and Coyote on the opposite side, as usual. Rooster was a row behind Phoenix, alone, as he preferred to be. And everyone noted the presence of another member in the select list of pilots.

Porkus and Fungus were the first to see him walk between the rows, as they sat in the last seats. He walked confidently and calmly, aware that the other pilots were watching him. Sunglasses rested on his face, curved in a victorious but cold smile. He sat in the vacant chair next to Rooster, who frowned. The pilot just nodded.

"Good morning, pilots!"

Blade shouted from a podium in front of the huge American flag displayed in the hangar, drawing the attention of the pilots to him. The chief instructor seemed to be particularly uncomfortable that day, dropping his coolness and professional impartiality for a few seconds. That pilot's arrival might be getting to him too. However, Blade composed himself and concentrated on what he was supposed to do there.

“Today we will begin the second stage of elite training in this unit. In this phase, we will divide you into pairs to compete against each other. We want to take teamwork to the highest level.” Blade paused to look at each of the pilots and continued with a smug smile. “Starting today, the duo that does not score at least once will no longer be entitled to participate in the race for the title of Top TopGun.”

A silence hung for too long between the pilots, something Blade relished. Porkus and Fungus exchanged startled glances, as they were the only ones who hadn't scored yet. Phoenix and Storm shot each other measured looks, understanding the seriousness of this week but not dreading it. Hangman just smiled in enthusiasm at the challenge and Coyote didn't need to look back at his friend to know his reaction.

Rooster shifted in his chair and folded his hands on the table under the weight of that information and watched as his rowmate snorted as he sprawled across the chair, slouching far too relaxed in the seat.

"Did I say a joke, Cobra?" Blade asked professionally.

“No sir. I know you don't make jokes.” He replied in a too intimate tone for just a pilot and his instructor.

Blade looked at him as if he could shoot him right there in the seat and everyone noticed. Their chief instructor was an impenetrable stone, unshaken. At least that's what they thought.

Phoenix decided to turn her face towards him to find out who was the one driving Blade crazy. When contemplating a man with a loose smile behind her, she should feel empathy, since she loved someone who smiled like that. But not. She felt a certain heavy energy.

He lifted his sunglasses and gave her a wink, keeping his smile slack. Phoenix remained with a serious look without giving any reaction to that. She didn't want everyone to think they could do this to her. They didn't have that freedom, and they never would. Maybe, just... her gaze instinctively sought Hangman's.

To her surprise, he was already watching her, giving her an intense look that told her a lot and made her feel warm. Images from the night before raced through her mind and she imagined his was no different. However, the emeralds turned towards the pilot in defiance.

"Ahm..." a voice scratched from the back gaining the pilots' attention. “I think I speak for everyone when I say, who is this guy?”

A buzz spread through the students long enough to annoy the inspector and silence them with a call for silence. Blade sighed at the pilots' surprised expressions in his direction and opened his mouth to explain, but it wasn't necessary.

“Me? Oh.” The new student rose to his feet with satisfaction. “I'm the pilot whose name will be engraved on the wall.”

The reactions were varied. Some chuckled, some snorted, some threw glances as if to say "who does he think he is?", and others just stared at him suspiciously.

“Sit down.” Blade ordered firmly and the pilot considered disobeying, but finally sat down. “Students, this is Lieutenant Ethan Allen. Codename, Cobra. He will be part of Top Gun starting today.”

"But it's not fair!"

"He missed a week!"

“We got here first."

"What's so special about him?"

Comments flew all over the place, making Blade impatient. In the second row, Cobra was amused to see the uproar he caused. Chaos fed him.

“Silence! You're just pilots, you don't get paid to question!” The instructor shouted firmly making everyone shut up. “Lieutenant Allen will be with us until further notice. Now... let's go to the doubles.”

As Blade divided up the pairs on the large whiteboard at the front of the room, the pilots still hadn't given up. In their minds there were questions about that new student and he didn't want to explain anything. Cobra was amused by their confusion. A confused enemy was easier to defeat.

After the pairs were chosen, the pilots left for the flight line with the necessary uniforms and equipment. Rooster was walking along the track when he was overtaken by hurried steps, but the figure soon stopped in front of him. Cobra chewed on a cereal bar for a while until Rooster got tired and spoke impatiently:

“Can I help you?”

“You know, I've heard a lot about you. The great Bradley Bradshaw. The youngest pilot to be chosen for Oceana, the largest naval base in the country.” He chewed some more. “You are a legend.”

"Should I feel bad for not knowing who you are?"

As much as Cobra was praising him, Rooster sensed something else in his tone. It looked like dissimulation and coldness. He usually didn't jump to conclusions about anyone, he preferred to get to know them first. But not in that case. Cobra didn't seem like a nice person.

“Oh, I don't care about that.” He grimaced. “I just want to do my job. I don't need that much recognition.”

“Hmm. That in the hangar was pure humility, wasn't it?” Rooster mocked.

Cobra's smile faded, but he quickly resumed it, chuckling and smacking Rooster on the arm.

"It was just to fend off the stares. Us pilots can be pretty arrogant don't you think?”

“What I think is that we should focus on today's training.”

“Sure, sure. You are the man.” He saluted and handed him the cereal bar.

“No thanks. I'm allergic to peanuts.”

Cobra saw Rooster's impatient look and decided to walk away, but threw him a smile before heading to his fighter.

On the other side of the flight line, Phoenix was fiddling with the gears in her F-18, analyzing whether everything was really ready for a competition. Inside the fighter was Storm, who marked a "check" on the list before takeoff.

“Turbines. Check. Flight equipment. Check. Vomit bag. Check.” She read aloud for Phoenix to hear downstairs. "How are the calipers?"

“Almost there!”

Phoenix kept tinkering with wires and gears, that being the second best thing about being a fighter pilot. She loved getting her hands dirty and fixing her own plane and she used her knowledge beyond the Academy. Phoenix had a degree in Mechanical Engineering and any piece of metal excited her.

She was turning a key when she noticed him beside her, standing like a Greek statue with his hands in the pockets of his flight suit and the tiniest smile on his face. Phoenix watched him sideways, wanting to get rid of the sensations in her body before turning to face him.

“Need help?” he asked in the smug tone wanting to piss her off.

“No. I know what I am doing.” She swallowed what she really wanted to say and went on with her work. He remained there. "Aren't you going to check your fighter?"

"I need to check on something more important."

Phoenix finally turned her face towards him meeting those tender eyes and that annoying smile. He was fully attired, his hair impeccable, showing no sign of the gale it had been hours before. If it weren't for that sparkle in the emeralds, she could tell Hangman was an unshakable man. But he wasn't. At least, not with her. Phoenix smiled inwardly.

"You don't look too bad for someone who slept on the couch."

"Was that a compliment?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and that smug smile.

“Think what you like.” She disdained.

“You know very well that it was not the sofa that stirred my sleep." he teased with a smirk.

“Oh, sure. Could have been the flight line lights.” she dissembled with a mocking expression.

“Of course, a light black haired one."

Hangman approached with his eyes steady on hers, unable to look away. Those emeralds looked beautiful in the sunlight. He stopped inches from her body and, again, she would pull away, ignore it, as she would anyone else. But she didn't. Damn it! Why did his presence affect her so much? No. She needed to put a stop to this.

"If you've come to talk about yesterday…" She started, preparing to push him away again, but he cut her off.

“Not now, my angel.” He gave her a long look as if he wanted to memorize every detail of her face and held out a hand to the fighter, supporting it on the bodywork. His expression changed to seriousness. “I need you not to do anything risky up there today.”

“What? Did I hear right? You're asking someone to be predictable...are you?” She let out a humorless laugh. "You know we're a team, right?"

“Yes I know. Do you know who we're training against?”

“Rooster and that cocky pilot.” She threw a 'you think I'm stupid?' look. "Do you want to lose, by any chance?"

He made a face.

“Me either.” she continued. “Then don't ask me to.”

“If you don't want to do what I say, then do it for Storm.”

Phoenix pulled away from the fighter and stared at him deeply with her arms crossed. Hangman expressed calm and cleverness in his arguments and tone of voice, but those eyes couldn't lie. Not for her. That mountain of muscle and ego wasn't right.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on or am I going to figure it out myself?"

“Is nothing. It's just strategy.” He looked away from her.

“No, we both know Rooster plays in the realm of the obvious. If we go to this game, we will be defeated.”

“Rooster is not the problem.”

“Oh. So it's Cobra that the big Hangman is afraid of?”

“I told you before that I'm not afraid of anything or anyone." he reminded firmly.

“It's not what it looks like. Have you ever seen him fly?”

“Yes, unfortunately.” He sighed, leaning against the stairs that gave access to the fighter.

“And...?”

“Just do what I asked, Phoenix.”

"Of course, and leave all the honors of victory to you, eh? Forget it, Bagman.” She raised her voice a little. “I didn't get this far because I fought the obvious. That's not me. And today isn't going to be any different just because you're scared of a smug guy!”

“Okay, that's right. Do not do. Be the daring and unpredictable Phoenix against a pilot with no love for the lives of others. Just don't say I didn't warn you!”

“Message given.” She looked at him defiantly and he handed it back. How easy the transition between malice and hatred was with them!

“See you in the sky.”

Phoenix watched him walk away and when she didn't see him anymore she finally got her breathing right again. What was his problem anyway? Since he had arrived he defended boldness and belittled the obvious with nails and teeth and suddenly changed his speech. What was so special about that rookie that made Hangman fear?

“What did he want?” Storm asked when Phoenix sat in the booth across from her.

"Annoy me, as usual."

“Moment with Bagman. Check.”

"Did you really put this on the list?" she asked turning her face towards her friend.

“I put everything that happens regularly. And... when he comes you get angry and with anger you drive even better.”

“So you think I always need to have a moment with him before I fly.”

Storm smirked and winked. Phoenix didn't need more words to know her answer. She looked back forward and smiled. She actually drove better when angry. And that day, he had once again managed to piss her off.

"We're gonna beat this shit."

“That's it Girl!” Storm cheered as she put on her helmet.

[***]

The sun lit up the blue, cloudless San Diego sky, giving the competitors plenty of space and excitement. Rooster led the pair, while Cobra was his wingman. They pointed the jets' noses down in a dive, flying side by side at five thousand feet outlined against the blue Pacific.

From a distance, two more fighters watched them. They looked helpless. They had already been flying over for twenty minutes without finding them or, at least, without trying, since Hangman did not guide his ward to strategic places. He looked like he wanted to hide.

Phoenix was finding her rival—now leader—too quiet. Not that she preferred all that ego in the form of words or having him explain the plan, because she knew he wouldn't. But...he looked very serious and tense. She could hear his heavy breathing through the communicator and there was no sign of any offhand comments. He wasn't being Hangman.

“Two to seven o'clock, Phoenix. Floating.” Hangman warned through the communicator.

"Understood. Taking the left.”

Rooster and Cobra noticed the presence of fighters on the opposite side.

“Holy shit, there they are. Hangman is here.” Rooster informed preparing a maneuver.

“Great! He's probably saying, ‘Holy shit, it's Rooster and Cobra!’

“Of course it is.” He mocked.

The planes split. Rooster charged to the left, chasing Phoenix, and Cobra to the right, covering him. Phoenix made a strong vertical move, but Rooster stayed on her heels.

"Focus on her! Sign the maneuvers!” Cobra ordered.

“Hey! Hangman at three o'clock!” Rooster watched on his radar. "Coming too fast!"

Cobra glanced quickly at the three o'clock and saw Hangman's F-18 returning to the fight. He pushed the stick to the right, and the two planes made a quick pass.

"I lost him!" Hangman reported to Phoenix.

“I'm a little busy right now.” She warned giving curves and more curves in the sky. "Need cover?"

“No. Take down Rooster...I'll take care of Cobra.”

“I can hear you, you know?” Rooster called on the shared communicator.

Phoenix managed to reverse the zigzag by getting behind Rooster, after a moment of his lack of concentration. He was now hotly pursued by Phoenix.

"I'll focus on the pilot! Rooster, you're on your own now.” Cobra informed.

“I need cover, Cobra. Mutual support, man!”

“I'll get him, man.” He was smiling under his mask, vibrating with the adrenaline of being able to fly again.

“Do not be greedy. Back me up!”

"I want Hangman!"

Cobra lunged vertically, taking the plane straight overhead. He looped the F-18 down to get a clear angle on the opponent. Hangman took off, running away from the fight again. Cobra looked over his shoulder and saw that Rooster still hadn't been hit. Then, he lunged hard to the right and flew towards Hangman.

Hangman dashed through the sky with Cobra close behind. He pushed the throttle forward, activating the afterburner fully. He showed many of his tricks... left, right, rolling vertically, launching into a dive. And Cobra was still on his trail.

Cobra turned to put Hangman in the crosshairs. He heard an alarm on his radar and communicator but ignored it. Phoenix was busy with Rooster far away. Cobra managed to put him in the box, just aim...

“Careful! At three o'clock! Nine o'clock! Get away!” Rooster was screaming into his communicator as he was brushed aside by Phoenix, who charged towards Cobra.

Hangman managed to get rid of his aim and reversed positions, leaving Cobra in the middle of the crossfire.

"Last words, Cobra!" Storm teased.

Cobra widened his eyes, stunned by the shared maneuver. If he stayed there he was going to get hit. Leaving wasn't an option either, as he would still be within their crosshairs. There was only one option left.

Cobra dove towards the sea and aimed his weapon upwards. A real weapon. Bait and bombs left the plane's compartments in search of Phoenix.

"Fuck that...!" she cursed in surprise.

“Phoenix!” Hangman roared into the communicator.

Phoenix lunged heavily to the left, but that wasn't fast enough. The baits blinded her and the bombs hit one of the turbines. She tried to revive the fighter activating some controls in the cabin, but it was not enough.

“What the hell is that?!” Rooster asked dazedly into the sky as he approached them. “Phoenix!

"We need to eject." Storm warned calmly, as she didn't intend to pass out in despair.

“I still can…” Phoenix was pressing buttons and controls all over the place trying to save the plane.

Alarms beeped in the cockpit on all screens and red lights flashed. Their hearts raced as well as the alerts, their breathing failed, their chests desperate. The turbines completely failed and they began to lose altitude. Phoenix clamped her lips together in tension, still hopeful of resolving the situation.

"Phoenix, eject!" Rooster said into the communicator, his voice muffled by his sneering ears.

“Don't play heroine now, please.” Hangman's voice came out in pleading, as if it were just a thought aloud.

They lost more and more altitude and Phoenix understood that she had lost. She had no choice. She gave Storm a signal and the two ejected from the plane in moments before it exploded into the air.

Pieces of the F-18 were thrown in all directions and a strong hot light hit the pilots still flying over the sea. They watched as the two seats deployed their parachutes, and soon the two pilots were flying through the smoke-clouded sky.

[***]

"What the fuck was that?!” Rooster shouted to Cobra as he got out of the F-18.

“What?” He replied walking with a peaceful smile.

"Still asking what?" Rooster lunged at him and stopped him with a hand on his elbow, which Cobra quickly disengaged.

“Do not touch me!” he glared at him with dark eyes.

“Weapons are prohibited in training.”

“Oh, are they? I did not know that. A week late, sorry.”

"Don't come with that, dammit!" Rooster huffed in the middle of the flight line. “I know you're not that stupid. No weapons were ever allowed in training, neither at the Academy nor at Top Gun.”

"Fucking rule! What do they train us for then?” He opened his arms in a sweeping gesture. “On the battlefield real weapons are used.”

"You had no right! It was just training!” Rooster continued ignoring his arguments.

“I just defended myself.”

“You could be expelled for that.”

Cobra let out a slurred laugh and Rooster got even more enraged.

"Wait for it." Cobra patted the pilot twice on the shoulder and started walking again.

Rooster hadn't given up on that interrogation, but before he continued, a figure intrigued him. Hangman had landed his fighter a few minutes after them and was now walking down the flight line without his helmet on, his gaze fixed on the ground, sweat dripping from his nose and his hair in disarray, which he didn't care to fix.

Hangman walked past Rooster without saying a word or flashing that smug smile or cracking a joke. The pilot seemed immersed in agonizing thoughts, evidenced by the pain in his expression. Rooster recalled his actions in heaven. He didn't do any risky maneuvers or show off, he just tried to keep the fight as calm as possible, as if he feared something. That wasn't Hangman. Not by far. What was happening?

Rooster decided to leave that for later and invested in the direction of Cobra, who had already entered the hangar facilities. As he walked through the halls towards the locker rooms, Rooster saw her. For the first time since the elevator incident, he found her. And fuck. She was beautiful.

Claire walked elegantly through the halls wearing a white midi-length dress and a black leather jacket covering her thin arms, which carried some handouts. Her blond hair was slightly curled at the ends, touching her small ears. Her face curved into a tender, tiny smile. Enchanting. And she saw him.

Claire stopped her movement abruptly, her eyes widening a little at the sight of him. Rooster swallowed, feeling his heart race and forgot how to breathe. Her eyes were so intense, emotional. The world seemed to have stopped just to contemplate that meeting. He wanted to talk to her, wanted to explain everything, tell her everything, even though he didn't exactly know. He wanted to take her in his arms, wanted to kiss her until his lips ached. Rooster wanted her so badly.

However, the world not only started to spin again, it was falling apart. Rooster watched Cobra approach Claire and envelop her in a tight hug with silly hands on her bottom. And he kissed her hard.

Rooster's heart was ripped out of his chest.

[mrssabinecallas]

Ok maybe a jake or Bradley fic where reader is pregnant and they are at the hard deck and Jake or Bradley is just super protective and always watching them and maybe someone makes a rude comment and they get all daddy bear 🤣❤️❤️

holy shit i love this, i’m gonna go with bradley cause im not very equipped to write for jake persay, but i love the idea :))

callsign: Angel; Before becoming a pilot, Angel was a field medic for the navy. Many of her patients referred to her as their guardian angel.

Neither Y/n or callsign is used in this drabble

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw / Pregnant!Wife!Reader

In which the Bradshaws are due for their first baby, and Bradley is a bit afraid of his wife leaving the house for the first time.

⚠️Warnings! ⚠️ A bit if language, overprotective hubby bradley, mentions of Hannix

A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for, i feel like this is a very good topic for both people you requested!

When you found out you were pregnant, you rushed home from your gynecologist appointment to tell Bradley. You had both agreed you wanted a family once you both decided you wanted to spend the rest of your lives together. He would be the perfect father, and you would be the perfect mother.

Now, 5 months later, Bradley had been so overprotective of you and your baby that you’d hardly left the house. He hadn’t let you lift barely a finger, making sure he made your pregnancy a good experience.

And when Phoenix invited you out with the crew to a night at the Hard Deck, you couldn’t say no. Bradley could, however. He had many problems with it. He somehome managed to find every possible excuse to keep you from going. It took an hour, but you finally managed to sway him into being okay with it. After all, you hadn’t seen your team in 5 months, and you desperately needed to leave the house.

You chose a cute but simple maternity dress, showing of your now peeking baby bump, and Bradley almost had a stroke. He was used to you wearing baggy sweaters and things that covered your pregnant belly, and now? To see the one time you’re leaving the house you’re wearing something that shows off all of your curves and baby bump? He was having a field day.

You decided he could get over it, you got out to the bronco and when he finally decided to join you, y’all were off. You were ecstatic, finally getting to see the people who became your family after 5 months. Phoenix was the only one you had told you were expecting, but you’re assuming she told her boyfriend Jake.

As soon as Rooster put the car in park, you practically sprinted (to the best of your ability) inside to see your best friend. Many shouts of protest from your husband followed, and he chased you inside. He was terrified something was going to happen to you.

Many hours into the night, some pilot you had never met made a crude remark about your pregnancy and how it didn’t look good for you. Unfortunately for this dude, Bradley had overheard, and he. went. apeshit.

You and Phoenix could both swear if Bradley didn’t have such a good reputation in the Navy, he would have swung on the guy. But you had never seen your husband seething like this before. He kept is mouth shut though, contrary to what many believe. Safe to say, if that pilot said anything else it would have been a different story.

Bradley became a lot more clingy after that, his hands on your waist or his arm around your lower back at all times. He wasn’t going to leave you or your baby’s side at all anymore.

The night ended and you both, despite the run in with a rude aviator, had a wonderful night out with your friends, and you couldn’t have asked for a better husband and protector.

[bradshawsbaby]

May I request matching pajamas for hannix?

Of course you may! How about a little glimpse into the early days of Phoenix’s pregnancy with JJ?

Phoenix groaned and rolled over in bed at the sound of her phone buzzing with an incoming text message. Hardly able to lift her head off the pillow, she fumbled around blindly for a moment before her fingers finally closed around her cell phone.

On my way home now, Minx. How are you feeling?

Swallowing back her nausea, she typed out a quick message in response to her husband.

Like death 😩

Before she could even put her phone back down, it was buzzing with another message.

Ugh, I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be home soon to take care of you 😘

I might just kill you for doing this to me, Bagman 😠

😬😬😬😬

She couldn’t help but laugh tiredly at Jake’s last message, dropping her phone beside her in the bed and pulling the blankets over her head. She’d been in bed all day, forced to call out sick from work due to a bad case of morning sickness. Jake had wanted to stay home, too, but she’d insisted she would be fine. Truth be told, however, she was glad he was on his way back. It had gotten lonely being home all alone, and with the way she was feeling, all she wanted was to be held in her husband’s arms.

“Minx?” she heard Jake calling out about twenty minutes later, the sound of the front door closing behind him.

“Upstairs!” she called back, drawing her knees up to her chest as another wave of nausea rolled through her.

“Hey, baby,” he said softly when he appeared in the doorway a moment later, immediately moving towards the bed and taking her into his arms. “Still not feeling great?”

“No,” Phoenix sighed, dropping her head on his shoulder. Surprisingly, the smell of jet fuel on his skin didn’t make her feel like she was going to barf yet again. “Morning sickness sucks. And it’s not even the morning anymore!”

“I know,” Jake chuckled, brushing her dark hair away from her face. “I brought home some saltines and a container of chicken noodle soup that Penny made for you, if you feel like eating.”

Trying to erase any thoughts of food from her mind, Phoenix just shook her head in response. “I could use a shower though,” she admitted. “Want to help me?”

“Is this just an elaborate excuse to get me naked? Because you could just ask, you know,” he smirked, laughing when she slapped his chest. “Alright, c’mon, Minx,” he grinned, helping her out of bed and wrapping an arm around her waist to lead her to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, Jake walked her back to their room, a huge smile plastered across his face as he led her to the edge of the bed and sat her down.

“I have a little surprise present for you, Minx. It just came today in the mail. Wait here and I’ll go grab it. And don’t get dressed yet!” he called over his shoulder, hurrying out of the room.

Rolling her eyes in amusement, Phoenix sat impatiently waiting, clad in nothing more than a fluffy striped towel.

Jake returned only a minute or two later, what looked to be a pair of pajamas in his hand. “For you,” he grinned, holding them out to her.

“Hmm, you know I do love a new pair of pajamas,” she chuckled, running her fingers over the soft material.

“Put them on,” he told her eagerly, his green eyes sparkling in a way that made her smile.

“Okay, okay,” she grinned, standing up to get dressed. The pajama pants were extremely cozy, but it wasn’t until she lifted up the shirt that she realized why Jake was so enthused about this gift.

“Bagman!” she laughed, turning around to whack him with the shirt. “Are you kidding me?”

“What? It’s true!” he gasped, feigning injury from where she had swatted him. “Put it on, Minx.”

Shaking her head, she tried to smother her amused smile as she pulled the shirt over her head—the shirt that read Sexy Mama.

“You are such a child,” she smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Maybe, but I got you smiling and feeling a little better, didn’t I?” he winked, resting his hands on her waist.

“True,” she conceded, laughing again as she looked down at the shirt.

“But wait, I haven’t even shown you the best part,” Jake went on, his grin growing even wider.

“What’s that?” Phoenix asked, arching an eyebrow as she looked up at him.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Jake turned and disappeared from the room for a moment, then returned with his own shirt in hand—Sexy Dada.

“It came as a matching set!”

Winter Vibes Writing Prompts ❄️

[happypopcornprincess]

The Heartbreak Prince Masterlist

Status: Completed (07/06/2023)

Pairings - Bradley Bradshaw x OG Desi Character Nisha Bagchi

Premise – From the moment they met, Bradley and Nisha became close friends. An unfortunate event forces Bradley to start a new life, leaving behind everything he has ever known, including Nisha. When they meet again, will they be able to reconnect?

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022), strong and suggestive language, eventual SMUT

A/N - This is my interpretation of the movie with some OC characters. And I really hope you like it and let me know how you did by replying to the stories. Any requests are welcome and you can submit them in the asks. Enjoy, and have a great day <3

Headcanons, Drabbles, and Requests on this fic are open! :)

Chapters

Prequel

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Epilogue

Prequels To This Series

The Wedding Bet Date (Hannix Fic) When "Phoenix" Trace made a stupid bet, she did not expect Jake "Hangman" Sersin to be thrown at her face out of nowhere. Now they are stuck together, forced to confront a past they are trying to forget.

Call Out My Name (Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia X Sersin!Reader) Mickey returns safe and sounds from his latest mission, and the only thing he wants is you. But fate has a different plan, and a surprise awaits.

Headcannons/Requests/Drabbles and Moodboards

Nisha Bagchi vibes Instagram Reel

Nisha Bagchi | Present Day Moodboard

Bradley And Nisha | 1999 Moodboard

Header

Feel free to request anything.

[coraphoenix]

@switch3rr 4+5 Other for Hannix

Hangman radiates heat, always has. Phoenix remembers hugging him for the first time when they had still been toeing the line between reluctant friends and rivals and thinking how warm he was. But that’s not his regular warmth because now he’s searing hot where he’s laying against her.

A movie plays on TV, something mindless they had put on when they both came back from base, background noise as they ate. Then Phoenix had slid down on the couch, back propped up by a couple throw pillows, and Hangman had pillowed his head on her chest. Barely five minutes later, she could feel his even breaths puffing against her skin. 

Now, half an hour later, the heat radiating off him is starting to make her heat up. She brings a palm to his forehead, wincing at his temperature. No wonder he crashed as soon as they came home. She gently shakes his shoulder, raking her hands up and down his back. His eyes, bleary and unfocused, open.

“Nat?” he croaks out.

“You’re burning up,” she says. “Let me go get you something for the fever.”

Instead of getting off her, he tightens his arms around her waist, clutching at her tank top. 

“Jake, you’ve gotta let me get up.” She watches wearily as he maintains his grip on her, face shut down, and she hates what she has to do. “Hangman. Let go.”

Somehow he finds the strength to peel himself off her, eyes no more alert than they were a few seconds ago, but if she could count on one thing, it was their callsigns. Rain or shine, their responses to them are second instinct now.

She settles him with a pillow under his head before scouring the cabinet for some medicine. She fills a bowl with water and grabs a few of the small towels they keep in case they ever have guests over before going back into the living room. With a delicateness she doesn’t use often, she sits down next to him, helping him swallow down the medicine before she dunks a towel into the water bowl and wrings it, placing it on his forehead despite his hiss of protest.

Phoenix whispers a small sorry, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she replaces the towel. After three rotations and with the medicine kicking in, his fever is beginning to break, but so is he it seems. He sniffles, very quietly at first, but she’d have to be deaf and blind not to hear him or see the minute furrowing of his brows.

She cards her fingers through his hair, eyes worried as she looks at him. A tear slips from his eyes with the next sniffle. She catches it with her thumb. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

Somehow that makes the tears flow faster, his face crumpling in front of her. 

“No, don’t cry,” Phoenix says, her voice softer than he’s probably ever heard it. It only makes him cry harder. 

He swallows against the lump in his throat. “You’re so good to me.”

“I’m doing the bare minimum, Jake.” He shakes his head. Phoenix brings both hands to his face, cradling him in her palms. “Look at me. I’ll always care for you, you hear me? It’s what you would do for me if I were sick, and it’s what I’ll always do for you.”

He curls a hand around her wrist, squeezing lightly. “Thank you.”

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Heyyy I was wondering if you could do a rooster x reader where the reader and rooster have like 8 kids and the rest of the dagger squad meets the reader and roosters kids and are all shocked at how many kids rooster has? Maybe 7 boys and 1 girl who’s his absolute angle btw just something very soft cute and sweet

Aww that's such a cute idea! Thanks for the request, anon <3 Hope you like it!

Rooster's Brood

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

Summary: The squad gets a little surprise in the form of Rooster spawn.

CW: fluff, dad Rooster, Rooster loves his hot wife, some Hannix vibes, Hangman may actually be the superstar of this drabble..oops

Masterlist

“Uh, Rooster.” Jake furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “There’s a kid behind you making faces. No, scratch that,” he adds, a look of concern washing over his features. “There are two of them. Or am I seeing double?” He blinks several times and rubs his eyes.

Bradley grins at Jake while the rest of the squad gathers around to investigate the situation. When Bradley turns around, the two boys rush at him with open arms. Bradley squats down to gather them up.

“Rooster, I don’t know how to tell you this,” Natasha says warily. “But there are more of them coming your way.”

The group of aviators look down the beach to see five more boys of various ages gunning for Rooster.

“Maybe he used to be a kindergarten teacher?” Bob says hopefully, brushing sand from his shorts.

“Either that or he’s finally found a likeminded group of individuals who share his level of intellect,” Jake says with a grimace.

“Why would you insult the children like that, Hangman?” Javy says with a smile. Jake chuckles while Natasha rolls her eyes at them, shaking her head.

Mickey steps forward, squinting into the afternoon sun. “There’s a girl too.”

At this point, the rest of the boys have crowded around Bradley’s legs, fighting one another off as they try to climb up his body. Despite the ruckus, Bradley seems to be having the time of his life, holding a twin boy in each arm as the rest of the brood takes turns trying to tackle him to the ground.

“Seriously, where the fuck are all these little people coming from?” Jake mutters as a little girl runs barefoot across the beach toward Bradley.

Natasha gives him a hard smack on the shoulder. “Bagman, language!”

Jake looks over at her with a shocked expression, rubbing his arm in bewilderment. “Phoenix, you can’t just go around hitting people. What kind of example are you setting for the juveniles?”

Phoenix shoots him an annoyed glance as Bradley crouches to set the twins down. He’s got one knee on the ground and a huge grin on his face as he stretches his arms out toward the little girl. Meanwhile, the rest of the kids are vaulting him tirelessly. Bradley laughs, bracing himself to stay upright.

The little girl finally arrives and Bradley scoops her up into his arms, standing up and holding her tightly against his chest. She lays her head on his shoulder and he rests his cheek on top of her hair. “Hi princess,” he says, swaying back and forth as he cradles her against his body.

“Hi daddy,” the girl says sweetly.

Jake’s eyes widen as he glances between Natasha and Mickey. “Daddy?” he mouths in utter shock.

Natasha can’t formulate a response because she’s just as surprised as Jake is.

“I missed you, daddy,” the girl says.

“I missed you too, angel,” Bradley mutters softly, squeezing her tighter as the boys bounce around the two of them, goofing off in the sand.

“I count twelve,” Jake says, his eyebrows scrunched up. “You?”

Natasha looks over at him with a grimace. “There are seven. No, wait. Eight, with the girl.”

Jake nods with his jaw jutted out musingly. “I may have counted some of them twice. They move so fast. And they all kind of look alike.”

“They all kind of look like Rooster,” Mickey points out.

Bradley strokes his little girl’s hair as he cranes his neck to observe a figure walking in the distance. He smiles as you approach, your long sundress flowing in the breeze. You’re carrying tiny sandals in your hand.

“Is that the wife, Bradshaw?” Reuben calls out as Bradley’s kids begin to circle his legs. Reuben cups his hands over his package protectively, wincing as they swarm around him.

“Are you kidding?” Jake says. “He wishes; that woman is way out of his league.”

Bradley turns to give Jake a smirk. “I agree.”

You smile at your husband, having heard the latest interaction. Bradley glimpses back at you, squinting slightly from the sun, and holds out his arm toward you with your daughter still on his hip. You lean into his side and he instantly pulls you closer, kissing you passionately on the lips.

“Rooster, there are children present,” Jake says, cringing.

“And very immature adults,” Natasha adds.

Jake gives her a pointed look. “At least you’re self-aware,” he retorts.

Rooster ignores his friends’ exchange, giving you some additional kisses on your lips, and then peppering the rest of your face with quick kisses. You laugh and his hold tightens around your waist as he continues kissing you over and over again. You feel his lips spreading into a smile as he chuckles over your temple, but he doesn’t stop kissing you until you finally pull away.

You look at the stunned faces around you with a sheepish grin as Bradley watches you with a mixture of pride and admiration on his face. He kisses your daughter’s head and sets her down gently. Then, he approaches you with a mischievous look. His shirtless body is glistening with sweat and you struggle to not objectify your husband. But you haven’t seen him in weeks and he looks so good that you find yourself failing miserably at this task. Bradley’s smirk indicates that he’s amply aware of just how much you’re craving him and, once he’s close enough, he wraps both arms around your waist and tugs you forward.

“Looks like we’ve got some babysitters,” Bradley says in a low voice.

You chuckle. “I don’t know, eight aviators versus eight of your kids? I’m not optimistic.”

Bradley laughs. “I have faith in my squad.” You look around his massive shoulder to see Jake pick up one of your boys and flip him upside down. Your son screams with glee while the rest of your kids rush toward Jake to get a turn. Natasha is watching on with a small smile, her arms folded over her chest. Before you can respond, Bradley leans down to place his arm under your legs. With his other arm supporting your back, he swiftly lifts you off the ground as you yelp in surprise.

“Alright, kids,” Bradley says. “We’ll be back.”

“Just to clarify,” Jake says, now holding two of your children by the ankles while they wriggle in his grasp. “We’re the kids you’re referring to, right?”

Bradley nods at him. “Children, keep an eye on Uncle Jake, he can be a handful.”

Jake scoffs with a laugh. “What about you, Phoenix?” Jake turns to look at her. “Ever think about having little crotch goblins of your own?”

Bradley shakes his head at Jake. “That is possibly the worst pickup line I have ever heard come out of your mouth.”

You laugh, hiding your face in the crook of Bradley’s neck. As he carries you away, you hear Natasha say, “Not until today.”

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The Seresin's - Part II

A/N: Welcome to the second part of my HC's for the Seresin's (aka Hannix😌)! This part is about Jake's and Natasha's own family. There is a first part about the backstory of Jake's and Natasha's families, so the "OG-Seresin's" and the Trace's. IMPORTANT NOTE: These headcanons are NOT canon! They're "my version" of Hannix, which differs from the version of other creators in the fandom.

Warnings: family fluff (so much of that, so brace yourself😉)

Natasha and Jake started dating about one week after the mission.

Jake was sick of pretending that he didn’t have feelings for her and decided to tell her while they took a nightly stroll on the beach after spending the evening at the Hard Deck. After the mission they got orders to stay at Coronado Base, because the Navy considered to form an elite squad for especially tricky missions. Until that decision was made, they had to stay on North Island anyway.

Natasha was surprised by his confession but very happy. She scared him though because she didn’t respond right away. He half expected her to tell him off, but she was suddenly shy, almost whispering when admitting her feelings too.

After dating for about two years, they spent Christmas at the Trace’s, when Jake asked Natasha’s parents and her brothers for their blessings. He proposed on Christmas morning in front of the Christmas tree, surrounded by her whole family. (Credit for the inspo for this scene goes to @bradshawsbaby 's drabble. I’m sorry love, but I had to copy your wonderful idea, it was just so fitting for them😬🥰. I hope we’re still good, even though I copied your idea🥺)

Natasha had done her best to keep her dignity, but she’d burst into tears when she said yes.

They got married in Natasha’s hometown the following summer, after they’d decided to do the legal ceremony at the registry office in San Diego. The summer wedding was a bigger affair than they’d initially expected, but Emma (maid of honor) and Coyote (best man) had outdone themselves in planning a perfect day for them, so it didn’t matter.

In the end, Mr. and Mrs. Seresin were absolutely happy and ready for this next chapter in their lives. Oh yeah, Natasha is Natasha Seresin from now on… 

She’d been hesitant about the name change at first, partly because of the Navy, but mostly because she didn’t know, what her family thought about it. Natasha herself wasn’t opposed to changing her name, and Jake had told her that he was fine with whatever her decision would be. So, she asked her parents for advice.

Her mom said: “You have to do what makes you happy, mija.” 

And her dad told her: “Let me tell you two things… First of all, you’re always going to be a Trace, whether you keep that name or change it. And second of all, I think Natasha Seresin has a very nice ring to it. Don’t you think so?”

(Only) six months into their marriage, Natasha took a pregnancy test after Shannon and Liz had told her that she was showing pregnancy symptoms (she’d been very tired, rather hungry and moody lately😊). Natasha tried to brush it off, but they convinced her to at least take a test.

Well, it was positive. It was very unexpected, but she was so happy and excited once the initial shock had worn off.

She told Jake two days later, after her doctor had confirmed the pregnancy. She was unsure how to tell him at first, but then she came across a white little onesie with “I love daddy” written on it. She bought it and put it in a little box, together with one of the ultrasound pictures from her doctor and the positive pregnancy test.

He reacted about the same way she had when the test had been positive. He stared at the contents of the box, jaw practically on the floor.

“Are you serious, Nat?”, he asked after a minute, tears in his eyes.

She nodded, eyes welling up with tears as well. He’d swept her off her feet then, whirling her around the living room. In that moment, they were the happiest humans on the planet.

Telling friends and family was a bit of a chaos. Natasha’s parents found out first when they visited for her birthday. Unfortunately, they had to tell Natasha’s brothers and sisters-in-law over phone calls, because they couldn’t attend her birthday. Jake’s parents found out when it was Nancy’s birthday and Jake and Natasha flew down to Texas. His parents were surprised (and mildly concerned), given the fact that they had been married for only six months.

They even had the nerve to accuse Natasha of being after Jake’s money. Obviously not in Natasha’s presence, but they talked to Jake about it. *

That tore another deep chasm in the relationship between Jake and his parents. But Natasha was kind enough to remind both sides why they needed each other and that it would be unpleasant for the child if his father and grandparents fought.

Finally, they told their friends when they were hosting the annual easter dinner. They were all surprised (except Liz and Shannon, obviously😉) but very excited for the Seresin’s. Since all of them already had at least one child of their own, they showered them with do’s and don’ts until their heads exploded.

Obviously, Natasha had to quit flying immediately. Her and Jake talked a lot about the future then and eventually, she decided to quit the Navy too. She loved being in the Navy, but she couldn’t handle the thought of orphaning their child. Although Jake had promised her that they’d find a way to handle it all, even considering retiring himself, she stood by her decision and didn’t regret it one single minute.

Jake stayed on active duty for a bit longer, but when she neared the end of her pregnancy, he put in a request for becoming an instructor. Eventually the Navy agreed, but Maverick he had to pull quite a few strings… 

Lynn Helen Seresin, named after Jake’s beloved sister and Natasha’s grandma, was born four days before her due date, September 16th.

Both her parents were sobbing when she entered the world. They couldn’t stop staring at her, holding her, and whispering to her how much she was loved. Even though Natasha and Jake hadn’t believed their friends when they told them that their baby would turn their world upside down, it turned out to be 100% true.

Lynn was a little sunshine (much like her late aunt), but definitely giving her parents a run for their money. She was the spitting image of Jake, had his blonde hair and his green eyes. Though she looked like a mini me of Jake, many of her mannerisms were the ones of her mother. She was stubborn, fearless and very passionate about things she liked.

Nathalie Rose Seresin, in a sense named after Natasha (because Harry had originally wanted to name his daughter Nathalie) and Natasha’s abuela from Mexico, was born three days after her due date, on November 23rd, when Lynn was two years old.

Nathalie was more of a mix between Jake and Natasha. She had Natasha’s dark hair, but Jake’s green eyes. Her personality was more of a mix too. She shared her father’s sense for trouble and his confidence, and her mother’s stubbornness and kindness.

The girls were everything for their parents and came first at all costs. But once Lynn started kindergarten and Nathalie was old enough for daycare, Natasha opted to pursue a childhood dream: Becoming a teacher.

“When I was a little girl, I dreamed of becoming a teacher, but none of my teachers in elementary or middle school saw me as a teacher. I got really self-conscious about it and changed my mind. But then my English teacher in high school mentioned that I’d make a great teacher. Her jaw was on the floor when I told her that I want to become a fighter pilot. She supported my decision but reminded me of the difficulties I’d face when I want to start a family. I didn’t give it much thought because I was so young, but now I see why she warned me… Anyway, I can’t get the idea of becoming a teacher out of my head. I know the girls are still very little and it’s going to be a challenge to juggle it all, but I think we can work it out. What do you think?”

“Absolutely. We’re going to work it out, like we always do.”

Jake was upfront in supporting his wife. Obviously, she became a teacher, passing her exams with flying colors, like the champion that she was. He was so proud of her. And the bright smile on her face at her graduation ceremony was worth all the exhaustion they’d suffered in advance.

The girls grew up way too fast for Natasha’s and Jake’s liking, but they loved watching Lynn and Nathalie grow up into wonderful young women.

When Lynn was in fourth grade, she noticed that one of the boys in her class got picked at. She stood up and confronted the other kids about it, regardless of the consequences she would encounter. When Jake and Natasha learned about that at a teacher-parent-conference, they shared proud smiles, knowing that they raised their daughter right.

During middle school and high school, Nathalie gave tutoring after school, so that the students who couldn’t study at home could still pass their exams.

And both girls were engaging in sports too. While Nathalie was rather “traditional” and joined the cheerleading team, Lynn passionately played volleyball. 

When Lynn was in third grade, Natasha brought her along to one of Hailey’s volleyball games and she was hooked right away. Hailey and Lynn had always had a special bond, and they grew even closer when Lynn started playing volleyball too.

Nathalie joined the cheerleading team together with Sophie. They’d been attached at the hip practically since they were born, because Natasha and Emma had been pregnant at the same time and Sophie was born only about a month before Nathalie.

Anyway, the kids of the dagger squad were all very close with each other. They loved to see each other on the many “family gatherings” their parents made sure to organize.

Even when the kids were grown up and off to college, they made sure to still attend as many parties and Sunday brunches as they could.

To say the least, life had a lot of surprises in store for the Seresin’s throughout the years. Getting together in the first place (at least according to their friends😉), Natasha being pregnant after six months of marriage, Natasha’s drastic career change after having the kids… but the biggest surprise was without a doubt, that Lynn fell in love with none other than Nicholas “Nick” Pete Bradshaw.

But they weren’t high school sweethearts, no, no. They were just good friends for the majority of their youth. Nick had a girlfriend in high school and Lynn didn’t have time for a boyfriend, too caught up in volleyball and school.

But in college, they both finally saw that there was more between them than friendship. They decided to give love a try but kept it to themselves in case it didn’t work out.

Well, that concern wasn’t necessary, because they were made for each other.

Jake wasn’t on board in the beginning, but not because of Nick (In fact, he was very relieved to learn that his little girl fell for such a gentleman as Nick😌). It was more about him having trouble letting go of his little princess.

“You know, she’s not a little girl anymore”, Natasha laughed as they lay in bed the night after Lynn and Nick had made their relationship official.

“She’ll forever be my little girl”, he grumbled into Natasha’s hair, burying his face in her neck.

“I know you like to believe that, but she’s a grown-up woman who can make her own decisions.”

“Whatever.”

“No handsome, not whatever. We have to respect her decisions. But you know what? We did a pretty good job in raising her, so she’ll make smart decisions. And falling in love with Nick Bradshaw is a pretty smart one.”

And once he’d seen his baby girl with Nick a few times, he realized that she was indeed beyond happy and accepted their relationship.

He was nonetheless an emotional (and in Natasha’s eyes an overly dramatic) wreck on Lynn’s wedding day.

Nathalie is a slightly different story. She dated one boy in middle school, but they ended things when he moved to another city. In high school she dated a running back from the football team for two and a half years but broke up with him when she found out that he cheated on her with another girl from the cheerleading team.

When the dagger squad (which includes adults AND kids😅) found out, they were furious. The men and boys wanted to break that boy’s face and the women and girls were opting to corner him after school for a pep talk. *

Eventually, Nathalie ended up meeting her Mr. Right at a football game when she was 26 years old. She was there with a few colleagues from work and got into a discussion with a man who sat in the row in front of her. They argued over a play call by the home team and continued their bickering well past that one point.

By the end of the game, they were full on arguing. She found him too cocky for his own good and he called her arrogant and stubborn. However, they still exchanged names and numbers, telling their friends and colleagues that they still needed to determine a winner of this argument.

When Nathalie called her mother later that day, ranting about that guy named Ryan, she was utterly confused when her mother suddenly burst into a fit of giggles.

“Mom? Why are you laughing at me? What’s so funny?”

“Nothing darling! I’m sorry”, Natasha gasped out but couldn’t contain her amusement in the slightest.

“That’s not fair! Tell me the truth. What has you giggling like a schoolgirl?”

“Oh baby… You sound like me when I was talking about your father to my family back in the days!”

“No, I don’t! It’s not… mom, stop making things up! I will never, ever, not in a million years go out with that guy. Over my dead body!”

“Nathalie, darling… I used to say that about your dad and where have I ended up?”

“Mom, stop it.”

“Alright. Let me just tell you one more thing… your abuelo told me that many, many years ago… Don’t let your pride or stubbornness stand between you and your greatest happiness. And sometimes, that happiness looks different from what we imagined.”

Nathalie took that advice to heart, even if it took her another three weeks before agreeing to go on a date with Ryan.

In the end, it turns out to be the best decision she’s ever made in her life.

Natasha and Jake approved of Ryan as soon as Nathalie brought him home for the first time. When they got ready for bed that night, Jake chuckled to himself when he exited the bathroom.

“What are you laughing at?”, Natasha asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

“Oh, you know… today reminded me of something.”

“What?”

He grinned sheepishly and in the blink of an eye, Natasha found herself pinned underneath him, gasping in surprise.

“Nathalie and Ryan… they reminded me of us when we were younger. Bickering and teasing each other to no end without actually meaning it.”

“You sure about that?”, Natasha chuckled, raising an eyebrow challengingly.

Jake grinned ferally, pressing her further into the mattress. He brushed his nose along her jaw line and exhaled a breath next to the shell of her ear, making her shiver.

“Don’t tell me you actually meant any of your insults, sweetheart. Or else…”

“Or else what, Bagman?”, she whispered, suddenly out of breath.

“Or else I’m just gonna leave you like this, all worked up and desperate”, he growled into her ear, nipping at her pulse point, turning her legs into jelly, and making her heart flutter.

Natasha rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything, gladly surrendering herself to his touch and kisses. She was amazed by the fact that even after more than thirty years together, he still had as much power over her body as he did in the beginning. And that he could still make her heart do somersaults and her stomach flip.

When Jake and Natasha both retired, they sold the house in San Diego and moved back to Texas, to the old ranch of Jake’s grandparents. They did some renovations and (surprisingly) quickly got used to life far away from a big city. Lynn and her family as well as Nathalie and her family came to visit their parents whenever it was possible.

Up until their very last day on this earth, they were the happiest people and enjoyed each other’s company. Both were eternally grateful that they mustered up the courage to act on their feelings back on that beach on North Island. They got to live a life full of joy, laughter and love at each other’s side and looking back on it, they wouldn’t change a damn thing about it☺️.