#lt. vixen

[rei-does-stuff]

Long post rambling abt my SaH continuation au

Might not make tooooo much sense but I’m trying

Ok!!

So, it continues where ep 32 left off, bam in the gas chamber WHOOOOOOO I love child murder!! And it mainly Geum’s mental state during it, how he’s going back at forth between saving bam and keeping his cover, he manages it (how idk yet shhhhh) and he gets Bam and co out of the gas chambers and hides them under the tunnel system of the Wolf Den where people won’t find them

Geum expects to be able to calm down from this, but he can’t, for some reason his heart keeps racing and he can’t focus and he seems to be hearing something, or someone but it’s too faint for him to really make out yet

He ignores it though, it’s PROBABLY nothing right???

Bamsaegi and co wake up and are found by other FH scouts that came as backup, even though Bam doesn’t really wanna leave yet since he hasn’t even really seen Geum yet, but alas he has no choice but to go back home and come back later

For Geum, things go around the same as usual,

The wolves have a new plan!!! They realize that the Flower Hill soldiers are on fucking crack and are willing to die for just about anything and aren’t afraid of them, so they’re using a lil sci-fi…ish machine to use people’s fears against them and what better way to test it out is throw Geum right into the machine!! Aren’t they sooooo nice?

Now the wolves can’t see Geum’s fear, but they can see his reaction so Geum still has to be careful during this. They wanna see Geum overcome whatever it is hes afraid of (if he’s even afraid of anything) so he can fight against flower hill better and also to see how strong the machine even is (and to perhaps see if he’s really a spy according to Vixen!)

Geum goes in, but it’s weird, it’s nothing nightmarish or even scary its honestly pretty nice, a night open field, lots of flowers, reminds him of home. He can even hear someone humming, who is that anyways? He gets closer and sees a squirrel, is it Jul? There’s no way he’s afraid of Jul. Bam? No, he’s not really scary either, even if he was afraid of losing him it’s not something that would stall him really, but it’s neither of those things. It’s…Him. Him before he was a soldier.

Geum is OBVIOUSLY confused, why is he seeing HIMSELF in something that’s supposed to be his biggest fear, it disturbs him, especially since the other Geum keeps trying to talk to him! He’s so nice?? The complete opposite of him! Was this really how he was?? Why was this his biggest fear??

“Who…What are you?!”

“I’m you! Silly! Finally you start talking! I was worried you went deaf or something!”

“You aren’t me! You’re nothing like me!”

“Well not anymore! You’re a soldier now! Funny how people can change so quickly. It hasn’t even been that long and you can’t even recognize yourself.”

“What the hell…?? Is this thing broken this can’t be my biggest fear this-this is…!”

“Are you okay? You don’t look so good…”

Geum with all the questions racing through his head and the machine being very taxing, passes out before he can finish the test so has to be taken to the infirmary

He has a splitting headache when he woke up, Vixen was near him, asking what happened in there. Geum lies and says he doesn’t remember. Vixen is suspicious but just tells him to relax for a bit and that he can finish the test when he’s recovered, making a comment about how she was pleasantly surprised that he was afraid of something.

Geum hates waiting. He hates staring at the ceiling but these damn mice nurses won’t let him leave until he’s “perfectly healed” or whatever!! It’s late, he hears that faint noise in his head again, familiar but he still can’t quite make it out. He falls asleep.

Midnight, or later, he wakes up, it’s like his body jolts awake and moves on its own, he’s so dizzy but he can’t stop, no one seems to be stopping him either for some reason, he’s outside, none of the nurses even tried to stop him this time. He’s on a flower patch and kinda just…Falls on it. “I remember you giving me a bouquet in a place like this!” A familiar voice said, this time it was so clear. It was Goseumdochi!

Geumsaegi feels like hes going insane, he KNOWS goseumdochi is dead but he can hear him and he can see him! He’s RIGHT THERE! But he can’t touch him, it’s like he’s a ghost! He asks questions, a million of them, but with no answers, Goseum just stares at him and smiles.

And thus begins Geum’s slowly breaking! Varies things happen but two things remain consistent, he keeps going into the fear machine (and failing) and he keeps seeing Goseumdochi and failing to talk to him.

For the first arc of the story this is a constant and it eventually ends with him beating the machine by just…Killing the other version of him. After which Goseum finally starts to answer him.

This leads into Geum eventually questioning things about Flower Hill and himself,

But he isn’t the only character going through a revelation, part 1 Juldarami!!!!! Where is he anyways?

Jul was of course, recovering from the bullet he took. But now he’s fully recovered and ready to help and find Geum. And by GOD he is worried because the commanders, NO ONE, has heard anything from him. Radio silence.

Jul is determined to get to the bottom of it. He goes undercover with his only mission being finding Geum. One problem though, Geum is avoiding him HARD. Everytime Jul gets close Geum runs 20 feet away, so basically it’s a game of cat and mouse with Jul losing his MIND trying to find Geum, and eventually listing the help of…Bamsaegi!!!!

Bamsaegi feels absolutely awful for what’s happening and thinks it’s his fault, so he helps Jul try to find Geum whilst learning about the world outside Flower Hill as he goes undercover and getting particularly close with Huin (which causes him to defect later on!)

Through this both of them learn that Geum…Isn’t exactly the greatest, idolization isn’t a fun thing when the person sucks BALLS.

That’s basically the gist of it, few more things tho,

Throughout this Vixen is doing her own plot to overthrow Commander Wolf and eventually does so Geum has to deal with that during his whole crisis,

Mul!!!! I haven’t exactly finished his whole thing but here’s basically what I have so far!

Mulmangcho is still trying to get Geum exposed as the spy, and he’s getting desperate now that Geum has basically ousted his former position. So he needs to reset things, find himself, BEAT any fear he has so he can crush that squirrel and rip that beautiful fluffy tail of his! So he goes into the fear machine when no one is looking,

His fear is…Weird. It’s a maze with seemingly no exit. Every door leads to another door and those door lead to 39 revolving exit doors that lead him back where he started! It’s frustrating! He hates it! And he’s raging HARD!

He keeps hearing something, like someone is laughing at him. He keeps following and following, until he sees…Geum.

Well great his biggest fear is Geum WHAT A SURPRISE! This thing must be Einstein! Except Geum is…Weird, he isn’t talking, he’s just kinda…Standing there, Mul takes a step forward, he takes a step back, he keeps moving, Geum keeps moving, he runs, Geum runs, but to where?

Mul keeps following Geum, he seems to be getting farther in the Maze than he did before, in the background he can hear glimpses of his life but he isn’t really focusing on that. Geum is leading him to an exit! He’s almost done—And his brother pulls him out of it before he can finish.

Great.

Still, he didn’t understand, he wasn’t scared or nervous throughout the entire thing, so why was that his biggest fear?

(I’m thinking it can lead to Geum and Mul slowly understanding each other!)

It all ends with Geum quitting the military tho and seeing that the commanders SUCK so fun!!!

That’s basically everything, I hope to turn this into a fic or comic of some sort eventually <333

[duchess1269]

[wouldyouliketoseemyshell]

wanted to draw he eating noodles

[theartofsalient]

[iron-hades]

Kinktober Day 28: Stomach Bulge

You know when you're making a propaganda cartoon it seems counter-productive to me to be going "Beware of how sexy and seductive the enemy's women are.". Then again I'm not going to complain about the results of what they created.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Illicit Affairs & Clandestine Meetings - Jake Seresin x Reader

pairing: Lt. Jake Seresin x reader

warnings/content: minors dni below the cut / oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, swearing, p in v, dom!jake, dirty talk, little bit of degradation.

word count: 1.7k

You squinted your eyes shut as the cold water splashed across you face. You had to be insane, right? You weren’t sure what the hell you were about to get yourself into. This whole fling had started when you met Lieutenant Jake Seresin in a bar a few short months ago, it started as a one night ordeal, and then it became follow-up text messages, which turned into becoming friends with benefits. The craziest part, was when Jake insisted on sneaking you on base to have a little fun. 

“Come on, babe, it’ll be fine. No one’ll know, and we’ll only get in trouble if we get caught. We just gotta avoid my crew, Rooster’ll never let me hear the end of it if he thinks I’ve settled my ass down.”  He’d assured you when he first proposed the idea, to which you protested heavily. 

You patted your face dry, taking a deep breath before getting ready. Pulling out a lace, lilac coloured bodysuit and your black strappy heels, you picked your tight black skirt off the bed and proceeded to get changed. Jake wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours, and the two of you hadn’t seen one another in a while, with him having been deployed for a mission a couple of weeks ago, having just returned this morning. He was getting ready to leave again in a couple days, but you decided to meet with him and give him what he wanted as a proper send-off before he prepared to spend weeks, maybe even months on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific. 

Just then, you heard your phone ping on the dresser. You walked over to it, biting your lip as you checked it.

Hey beautiful, can’t wait to see you.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you read the message, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach as you headed out to your car. The drive to the base was quiet, with little traffic on the road for this time of evening. The sun was beginning to set, soft shades of pink, orange and gold brushed across the sky. You pulled up and waited for Jake to meet you outside, as he’d promised. 

You spotted Jake in his khaki coloured uniform and blushed at the sight of him. He  ushering you in quickly so that no one would see the two of you together. You both liked the secrecy of your relationship. It kept you living on your toes, despite there not being much of a need for secrecy, apart from the teasing Jake might face from his colleagues if they found out that the resident playboy had a long-term fling with someone. 

Jake grabbed you by the waist, pulling your body in close to his. He pressed his lips to yours, in a passionate, steaming kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck slowly. He slowly began to move his lips along your jawline, his soft, deep kisses sending tingles down your spine as he worked his way up to your ear. 

Taking your earlobe between his lips, he tugged at it gently, nipping at your skin with his teeth slowly. He leaned forward slightly, whispering as he pressed his hips as close against yours as possible, the crotch of his dress pants resting on your body.

“You’re all mine tonight, you know that?” he hissed into your ear, grinning as he slid a hand down your chest. He rested his palm on your breast, just over the lace of your bodysuit. His eyes skimmed over you, and he bit his lip as he took in the sight before him. You’d been apart for quite a while, and you’d hated that, but you knew that when you came back to one another, it’d be all worth it.

He leaned forward once again, this time squeezing your breast in his hand as he spoke softly in your ear.

“Look at you, my pretty little vixen. It’s like you were just waiting for me to come back and fuck you.”

You arched your back as he squeezed again, his lips pressing to the sweet spot of your neck as you groaned softly. Jake loved to tease, and you could tell that tonight would be no exception. 

He quickly spun you around, grabbing your waist as he pulled your body in closely again. He firmly pressed his hips forward into you from behind, and you could feel every inch of his hardened cock pressing against your backside. You groaned softly again as his hand snaked its way to your front, his fingertips sliding down the front of your skirt.

Your back arched against Jake’s body as he unclipped the bottom of your bodysuit, the pads of his fingers gently brushing against your clit. He pressed your bodies as close together as possible, his dick squared up against the small of your back as you felt his touch. 

You moaned out in pleasure as his fingers started tracing circles over your clit, his lips sucking hungrily at your neck as he heard you moan. He nipped at the sensitive skin at your shoulder as he slid his index and pointer finger inside of you, feeling your wetness soaking him as he began to pump them forward towards your spot.

“Jake” you whined out.

Your legs began to shake as his fingers moved quicker - pumping in and out as they hit your g-spot each time. 

“Do you like that, baby girl?” he whispered in your ear as you felt yourself getting close.

You nodded your head, whining again as you felt him pull his fingers out of you. You bit your lip as he guided you over to the bed, his hand resting on your back as you got onto all fours on the mattress. 

You began to slowly run your fingers over yourself as Jake stripped out of his pants. You knew exactly what was about to happen, and the thought of it alone was almost enough to push you over the edge.

He dragged your skirt off of your body, and you carefully lifted the bodysuit off over your head, before getting on all fours again. He gently ran his tip along your wetness, grunting slightly as he felt how turned on you were for him. You knew it was driving him wild by this point.

His hardened cock thrusted into you suddenly, and you felt your body tense as his full size filled you. You groaned out, loving the pain and pleasure combined here. Jake paused for you to adjust to his size, letting you take all of him in at once. When you were ready, he slowly began to thrust his hips forward, pushing himself in and out of your body.

“You feel so fucking good on me, baby girl.” you heard him hiss as he thrusted into you with full force. 

You felt yourself tighten around him, his cock filling you completely as you moaned out in pleasure. You were so close, and you knew he wasn’t going to just give up now - Jake liked to prolong things as much as possible. He was such a tease when it came to sex, he loved to make you scream, you knew tonight would be no different.

He began to grunt as he placed a hand on the small of your back to steady himself as his movements remained hard and fast inside of you - his hand reached out to grab your hair, tugging on it, pulling your head back as he pumped his dick into you. 

Your legs began to shudder as you came, your cum filling in around his dick as you tightened on him. You tried to scream out his name, but were cut off by the moans that were falling from your lips.

Jake threw his head back, grunting as his thrusts became sloppy, his rhythm breaking as he groaned your name out. He was so close, and you could feel yourself coming down from your high.

“Jake,” you whined, “baby, please cum in me.” you pleaded.

He grunted again as he began to thrust hard into you again, pounding your spot quickly as he went, determined to make you orgasm once more before he let himself go. You groaned in pain as he tugged at your hair again, your body throbbing at how hard he was pounding into you, but you loved it.

You loved every ounce of pain you felt with him, every minute of pleasure, the bite marks, the throbbing, aching feeling when you missed him, everything was so worth it when you were reunited again. It was like you would have him with you wherever, and those little reminders were making it so hard to not want him all the time.

“Jake, fuck!” you screamed as you felt yourself hitting the edge again. 

This time he stared at you as he thrusted, your eyes meeting as he spoke, his voice low as he panted.

“Cum for me again, babygirl.”

You moved your hips in time with his, your hand running down to circle your clit as you pushed yourself to the breaking point. You felt him twitch inside of you as he came, his cum filling you as you groaned loudly. He grinned as he slowed his movements, the two of you panting, trying to catch your breath as you finished.

He slowly pulled out of you, making you groan again as he did. You were about turn onto your back, when you felt Jake’s tongue lapping at your centre, licking up your juices as he finished you off.

You gripped the sheets tightly in your hands, unsure of how much longer your legs would support you, they quivered as his tongue ran up and down you, a loud sigh escaping your lips as he pulled away with a final lick.

“Fuck, tastes so good, beautiful.” he grinned at you.

You turned onto your back carefully, your body finally collapsing onto the bed in pleasure as you sighed. As you caught your breath, you noticed Jake come and lay beside you, a grin on his perfectly sunkissed face, his blonde hair a tousled mess as he laughed and laid his head on the pillow.

“You know, I think I could get used to this,” he shrugged his shoulders, a smirk forming on his lips as he looked at you.

[incorrect-squirrel-and-hedgehog]

Lt. Vixen: Well, that was shroom tea. So I guess you’re tripping with us now.

Assistant Jogjebi: Heh heh, um, I don’t think so. I’ve done a lot of drugs in my day. And it’s gonna take a lot more than a cup of tea to get all this water out of the rowboat I’m suddenly in…

[sah-headcanons]

Speaking of which...

Let's say, hypothetically, a new eng dub is being developed. Which actors do you think would fit which characters?

I know he's not an actor but for some weird reason Ben Shapiro as Mulmangcho sounds convincing to me.

Congratulations. You made me think. This took…awhile, and I’m not gonna list off every character. That said, characters I could see a specific actor for…

Geumsaegi: Nancy Cartwright. She has experience voicing male characters, and Geumsaegi’s a squirrel so he ought to be voiced in a higher register.

Juldarami: Stephanie Beatriz. Again, squirrel, so he should have a higher voice. And while she has no experience voicing a male character…have you seen her in B99? She would kill it here.

Jogjebi: Mark Hamill. Okay, I know Jogjebi is not the Joker, but Mark has a lot of experience playing villains. And let’s face it, Jogjebi can be a bit silly sometimes.

Aekku: PM Seymour. His voice is deep enough, and I feel he could lend a good aura of menace when he needed too. Plus, I feel like he’d nail Aekku’s death scene.

Mulmangcho: Emily Blunt. She has some good acting when it comes to villains who repeatedly get their ass handed to them by the world.

Oegwipali: Nancy Cartwright. Again. She’s good, what can I say?

Mulori: Kirsten Chenoweth. No particular reason. I just could see her voice coming out of Mulori’s beak.

Bamsaegi: Tara Strong. He’s a bookworm who sometimes has to fight to defend his friends. That absolutely fits her.

Lt. Vixen: Michaela Laws. Come on, a femme fatale who could kill you easily with a glance? She would absolutely do well in that role.

[bobbybutterfly]

About Vixen?

So you want Lieutenant Vixen? I’ve got Lieutenant Vixen. And not only one. But TWO!

Oh yeah! We got the show female fox and the manwa male fox!

I tried to render this piece more. I think the clouds turned out better than the characters. The hard round MAX OPACITY brush really did wonders for my art. But it’s time to introduce softer gradients. I got to constantly innovate after all. I first drew the characters with the hard round MAX OPACITY brush. I found their uniforms a bit too monotone. So I added some red to them with a very textured brush. Not the best idea. You can still see some of it on the female fox’s butt. I would have removed it but… I merged the layers and I couldn’t reverse it. Whoops.

Life goes on. So I used the airbrush to smooth out the texture. It preserves the original brush strokes while making everything more united. I learned that from working on a piece inspired by Leonardo Da Vinci. I think the best turned out the male fox. For the female fox I used a little too much airbrush. Soft brushes are really hard to master.

I could ramble more about the art process. I think it’s something really important to document and share. But now I want to get to what I think of Lt. Vixen.

At first I was kind of annoyed at her popularity. Men being unable to see a female character and not sexualize her challenge. But then I watched the episodes she was in and I was like OH. As a pansexual I was HOOKED! Special shout out to her voice actress Lim Um-Young. The whole show is bizarrely horny for puritanical North Korean standards. Looking at you mice maids. If you want to learn more watch Paper Will’s video on North Korean entertainment. It’s great.

She is also definitely one of the best characters. A true girl boss. So sad they didn’t make any more episodes. So much lost potential.

Her male counterpart… I haven’t read the manwa because I know like three words in Korean. So all I can say is that I like his character design. Both of their character designs are great. I imagine he’s probably your general evil angry guy. The stories are generally focused more on plot than character. And that’s alright. All the more room for head cannons!

I don’t include the wolf army in my AU because they’re a little too modern for my taste. I like to keep things early 20th century vibe you know. Also by the time I got around to season 2 the first time I was already kind of burned out. But here are my ideas.

At first I thought Lt. Vixen could be trans. But I didn’t have much ideas on what to do from there. So I thought why can’t there be more than one fox? Specifically the manwa fox could be her twin brother!

The two of them grew up in a shitty orphanage. They were their only family and they HATED each other. I got to give them names. Vixen is the female fox and…I dunno Bob is the male fox. It’s just so you don’t get confused while reading. The hard life in the orphanage made Bob more empathetic and inward focused (he writes sad gay poetry trademark). Meanwhile Vixen lost all her empathy and her range of emotions is very shallow. I like the creepy idea that she just doesn’t have a soul poetically speaking. She bullied Bob their whole childhood. Bob feels weak and like he can’t do anything without his sister. Even though he views her as the embodiment of evil.

The only way they would become anything more than poor factory workers was by joining the military. Both of them earn their ranks by seducing their hireups. Even though Bob hates being in the military and would love to just go be sad and gay somewhere else, for the first time he feels like he can be something without his sister. When he starts to earn his ranks faster than Vixen she does not like it. And she murders him!

Oh my goodness! This post been going on for ages. I haven’t even gotten into my ideas for Lt. Vixen X Geumseagi and how Bob plays into it all! Send me another ask if you want to see that.

[star-my]

Vixen ~ Chapter One

➼ Pairing: Park Jimin x OFC (Shin Ara)

➼ Length: 5.7k

➼ Rating: pg-15

➼ Content: Arranged Marriage AU, CEO AU, Mafia AU | TW: Medical Issues (resolved), Mentions/Discussion of Human Trafficking (not by BTS or SKZ members) | JK is Ara's BFF and bodyguard and Best Boy; Bangtan and Stray Kids are mafia; think Kitty Gang Jimin; flirting and fluff; multiple ARMY and STAY easter eggs sprinkled throughout (I welcome comments detailing which ones you caught); author does her best to beat the Wattpad allegations and fails miserably, which is funny because she went straight to ao3 and skipped the orange app phase

➼ Many thanks to @kookthief @moonleeai & @yoongiobsessed for betaing this chapter&lt;3

➼ Taglist (Open): @bangtan-famiglia-net @kookthief @otome-wandering

➼ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and in no way represents any member of BTS, SKZ, or any other K-pop group mentioned in any way beyond the face and name claims the author made for this work.

➼ Chapter Two (14/10/23) ➼ Chapter Three (15/10/23) ➼ Masterlist ➼Ao3

The door to the opulent room swung open soundlessly, allowing the tall, muscular man to enter unnoticed. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the young woman seated at the vanity.

“Your father has requested your presence ASAP. When will you be ready?”

The woman glanced up from her careful application of sparkly gold eyeliner.

“Give me five minutes, Kookie! Is he home?” She moved towards the walk-in closet across the spacious bedroom.

“He’s at the office. I’ll bring the car around, then.” The woman’s bodyguard –but first and foremost her friend– left, and she began the process of accessorizing.

Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up to the tall office building in downtown Seoul, the headquarters of ShinCorp.

As the heiress of ShinCorp, Shin Ara was immediately escorted to the CEO’s office and served tea by the secretary.

“Appa?”

Secretary Kim set the tray on the coffee table, leaving father and daughter to their meeting.

Ara glided gracefully over  to warmly hug her father. “Jungkook told me you wanted to speak with me about an urgent matter. Is something wrong?”

Shin Jungok sighed, lowering himself onto the sofa across from his only child. “No, nothing is wrong. What has my beautiful daughter been accomplishing lately?”

Ara crossed her legs, smoothing her ruffled swiss-dot skirt over her knees. “I’ve been looking at property for my gallery. Other than that, I’ve been rather quiet. You’ve been busy with work, so I haven’t wanted to disturb you, Appa.”

Jungok smiled. “You are such a respectful child, Ara. Yes, I’ve been occupied with work. I just finished a meeting with the new CEO of Park Group.”

“Oh, their former CEO died recently, didn’t he? His son took over, I suppose? Awfully young to be CEO,” she mused.

“Yes, he’s only twenty seven, but he has a good head for business. We’ve never partnered with the Park Group before, though a contract was once drawn up between us. I guess he’s trying to show the board he’s capable despite his youth.” 

“Maybe he’s capable because of his youth,” Ara arched her brow at her father.

Jungok took a long sip of his tea. “Ara, are you seeing anyone?”

She blinked at the non sequitur. “Uh…no? I’ve been busy planning my gallery. I haven’t had time to date.”

“Park Jimin asked for your hand in marriage,” Jungok stated simply.

Ara stared. “What?”

“Will you at least think about it? I’m sure he’ll take good care of you and be a good husband to you, and if we make this partnership, he’ll be more solidly accepted as a businessman. You know I’m getting older, and ShinCorp will stay in our family when I retire. I am proud of you for following your own path, and a little pleased that you do not want to take over ShinCorp, but I want to make sure you are taken care of.”

“May I see the contract?”

Jungok handed her the portfolio, and she read through it carefully. “Will ShinCorp go to Mr. Park or to our children?”

“Mr. Park will have a share and your children will receive the rest. Until they come of age, you and he will have joint control over the company,” Jungok explained. “I know you don’t want to be CEO, but we must take caution in this day and age. I know you will make sure ShinCorp is run according to our mission statement.”

Ara hummed an acknowledgment and flipped over a page.

“Do you have Mr. Park’s number?”

Her father looked up in surprise. “Are you sure? I’m not pressuring you, Ara!”

“I know, Appa. I accept his proposal.”

“Well, I believe he left his card…” Jungok moved to his desk and shuffled through some papers. “...here!” He handed it to Ara.

“Er…the marriage is best announced and signed on sooner rather than later.”

Ara barely glanced up from creating a new contact in her phone.

“I’m aware, Appa,” she said briskly. “Will next Saturday work? I saw the perfect dress when I was out shopping with Unnie last week. I’ve been planning my wedding since I was a little girl, Appa.”

It was Jungok’s turn to stare at her. “In just over a week?”

She smirked. “Money is king, is it not? I’ll get everything done in time.” She patted his shoulder on her way to the door. “Leave it to me.”

~~~

Twenty minutes later, Ara slipped into her car. She clipped the seatbelt in, and Jungkook took off. 

“You’re looking at the future Mrs. Park Jimin!” she announced cheerfully.

“What?!” Jungkook swerved, then corrected the car.

“I’m marrying Park Jimin next Saturday if that works for him.” Her phone pinged. “Speak of the devil. ‘Yes, Saturday is perfect. Thank you for accepting my proposal. I am sorry it is so short notice and businesslike,’” Ara read aloud. “He sounds decent. Good.”

“He’d better be more than decent,” muttered Jungkook darkly, turning a corner smoothly.

Ara cooed. “Aww, are you worried about me? You’re the one who trained me for my black belt in taekwondo.”

“It’s literally my job, Ara!”

“I know, but still…Anyways, can you drop me off at the Whalien Cafe so I can meet all the girls at once?”

“Sure. Should I come in?”

“If you want. Have you ever tried their special 52 Hertz menu item? It’s sooo good.”

“No, I haven’t. I’ll come to crowd control your friends and try it while I’m there.”

“Wise choice.”

Ara and Jungkook walked into Whalien Cafe and ordered, then joined the five girls at two squished-together tables. Ara’s friends and unnie updated her on their lives since she had seen them last, then Ara dropped her bomb.

“Will you be my bridesmaids next Saturday?”

There was a beat of silence, then complete chaos erupted.Once they calmed down, she explained the situation. They immediately agreed to be her bridesmaids and began planning.

Ara explained her vision, then sat back as the ideas ran wild. By the end of the afternoon, she had a list of her favourite suggestions and a promise from each of her friends to join her the next day for dress shopping.

The friend group had met in college, except for Ara’s unnie, Kim Sihyeon. Sihyeon was the cousin of Jungok’s PA, Seokjin, who Ara viewed as an older brother.

Ara’s mother died in a car accident when Ara was eleven and Jungok immediately hired Ara a bodyguard-chauffeur. Jungok had Jungkook befriend Ara and trained him to become her new bodyguard-chauffeur when he was old enough. The other four members of the friend group were Jennie, Rose, Jisoo, and Lisa. They’d all been dorm mates in college and were quite close.

~~~

After a light supper, Ara spent the evening reserving things and purchasing necessary items for her upcoming nuptials.

Her phone dinged with an alert. Curious, she turned from her laptop and tapped on the message.

PJ: You’re certainly very organized! I was honestly expecting a month at best. I have people working on a story of how we met earlier. Here’s a link to the rough draft. Make whatever changes you want.

Inquisitive, Ara tapped on the link to the document, a professional publicist’s work, of course. It was well-written, if a little sensational, but she frowned at the extra drama sprinkled in, such as their coincidental meeting in Italy in the spring and their secret romance (none of which she recalled).

SA: Why do we need an article? Do you need this for appearances? *I* don’t mind being ‘just a business marriage’. It is a good story, though:)

PJ: I thought you would want it to seem as normal as possible. You are quite intriguing, Miss Shin.

SA: Good;) Let’s just release a formal announcement stating we’ve decided to get married. The media really doesn’t need anything else.

SA: I have the place and time booked for the reception and ceremony. Is there anything you’d like me to add, like family traditions?

PJ: Whatever you like. I will be giving you my halmeoni’s ring, if that’s alright with you.

SA: Of course! One final question…pink?

PJ: It’s a decent colour?

SA: 👍

A light knock echoed from the heavy wooden door, then a man popped his head into Jimin’s private office.

“Hey, Boss, there’s a box from your fiancée.”

“Bring it in,” the man behind the desk ordered. 

He carefully opened the box and lifted out a pastel-pink silk tie. The paper inside read, “I hope this hue of pink is a decent enough colour to wear to our wedding. If this is satisfactory, text me and I’ll send over the rest for your groomsmen. Black suits, please. ~SA”

Jimin smiled a little at the slightly wonky smiley face Ara had drawn beside her name and carefully replaced the tie.

PJ: It’s perfect. Thank you.

A woman all in black walked purposefully into the old warehouse. Several men and a few women were working busily in the large space, barely looking up at the click of her heels.

The door to the private rooms built into the warehouse swung open with the slight squeak of a hinge needing oil.

Gold eyes scanned over its occupants.

“Where’s Hyunjin?”

“He’s restocking the medical room since he got his new supplies,” answered a man with vermilion hair, stretching from his slump over a computer.

“Thanks, Chan.”

A tall man with long black hair popped out of a side room. “You called, Boss?”

The woman nodded shortly, clapping her hands for attention. “You all know that since Park Wonshik died, Bangtan’s been targeted. Well, the head of Bangtan had a brilliant idea to partner with the Grays, business-level and gang-level, through marriage.

“The head of Gray’s daughter is marrying Park Jimin on Saturday. The other mafia will find out tomorrow. With Bangtan and Gray united, the mafia  looking to take over Bangtan may set their sights on smaller game, so we need to be prepared for any backlash against us.

“Minho, you figure out if the others are planning to attack anyone. Hyunjin, find out how much Bangtan has on Stray Kids. Everyone else, get ready for an attack, worst-case scenario.”

“Yes, ma’am!” saluted the eight men in unison. They turned to their tasks, leaving Chan to approach the woman.

“Vix, you sure about this?”

Vixen’s blood-red lips curved in a smile. “Don’t worry, Channie. I have everything under control and I have plans for every variable, just like oppa taught me.”

Chan sighed. “Alright, then. I trust you, Vix.”

“Boss, here’s the file on Shin Ara you wanted.”

“Thanks, Hoseok.”Jimin took the file and flipped through it.

Good grades, though they slipped the year her mother Aeri died; friendly but only had a handful of close friends- four girls she met in college, four of her father’s employees, and one ex-boyfriend, Lee Minho, whom she was still friendly with. Graduated high school and college with honours, has an arts degree in photography, and had recently purchased a building on the edge of downtown Seoul for a gallery.

Who are you, Shin Ara? Why did you so readily agree to marry a stranger?

Jimin mulled over the possibilities, staring at her picture on the screen before him.

Another knock on the door roused him. “Sir, it’s time for your suit fitting.”

~~~

Jimin looked eagerly at the doors, waiting for the first glance of his wife face-to-face.

The audience stood as Ara strutted down the catwalk with a grace only a girl who had been bred in high society could achieve.

She took his hand, her fingers gripping his tightly. Her hand fit perfectly in his. A whiff of her floral perfume wafted through the air. Her very presence seemed familiar, though Jimin figured that could be from the hundreds of texts they had exchanged in the past eleven days.

Kim Seokjin was officiating at Ara’s request; it seemed to Jimin that he spoke slowly on purpose, taunting him with the veiled face of his bride.

Finally they reached the vows, and Ara’s grip on his hand tightened momentarily.

Jimin slipped his grandmother’s ring onto her finger, admiring the sparkle that seemed right. The three red garnets bookmarked by tiny diamonds suited her.

Ara slid the gold band on his finger, a little shock running up his arm from where she touched him.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“...You may kiss the bride,” announced Seokjin.

Jimin carefully lifted the veil over Ara’s reddish-brown hair, careful not to mess up her hairdo, and met her eyes with a smile he hoped wasn’t too eager.

Her eyes locked on his, a hint of a smile in their mahogany depths. He smiled back, placing his hand on her cheek, his thumb cupping her jaw. The steady beat of her heart pounded under his thumb as he dipped her slightly, the crowd cheering in celebration.

With a wink at her surprised glance, he swept his thumb over her lips, pressing his own to his thumb.

Seokjin gave him a minuscule nod that he caught out of the corner of his eye. No one else appeared to have caught the faux-kiss, thankfully.

Jimin really didn’t want to have to explain to his teasing brothers that the big, bad mafia boss didn’t want to scare his new bride away.

Sihyeon straightened the train of Ara’s Alexander Wang dress and handed her the bouquet of pink ranunculus. Jimin extended his arm, Ara looped hers through his, and they swept down the aisle.

Jungok caught his eye on the way by, “Don’t forget your promise,” he mouthed.

The promise, in Jimin’s copy of the contract– Jungok’s only stipulation.

Do not let Ara find out that you or I are in the mafia.

Ara was a total Daddy’s girl, only idolizing him. He didn’t want to break her heart, tell her that her appa wasn’t all she’d thought he was.

Jungok had been secretly overjoyed when she had come to him, saying she wanted to study art, not business to prepare for inheriting ShinCorp. It was much easier to hide the fact that he was the don of the Gray mafia, one of the biggest in Seoul.

Jungok could leave ShinCorp to his Head of Strategy, Kim Namjoon, who would run the Grays as well, and Ara would be none the wiser.

Jungok’s one wish was to never crush his little girl’s world of gold and pink and glitter and peace.

Yes, he had insisted she learn a martial art and have a bodyguard, but many CEOs’ families had more protection. Aeri’s accident may have truly been an accident, but after he failed to protect his wife, he vowed to make sure Ara would always be protected.

After the luxurious reception, the Parks drove to Jimin’s home and base of operations, codenamed Cypher. Jimin drove them himself- Ara had brought Jungkook with her but given him the night off, and he was hitting it off with his new colleagues and Jimin’s friends/groomsmen, Kim Taehyung, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi, Choi Soobin, and Choi Beomgyu.

Jimin pulled the bulletproof SUV up to the steps and sighed in relief. None of the other mafia or gangs had attempted anything, and Bangtan was now officially allied with Gray; the gangs pressuring and testing him since his father’s death should relax now.

He leaned his head against the headrest and looked over at Ara. Oh, right.

“So…it didn’t seem quite right discussing it over text, but where should I put your things? I have a suite prepared for you, or you can have the master bedroom, whichever you’d like…”

Ara smiled a little at his awkwardness, masking her own. They hadn’t exactly had the time to discuss the finer points of married life, beyond the ‘getting married’ point.

“I think the suite would be best for now, although I am looking forward to getting to know you better, and I hope we can make this relationship work.”

“I do, too.” Jimin pulled out his phone to text the housekeeper to move the rest of Ara’s things to the prepared suite . “You looked beautiful, I meant to say that earlier.”

“Thank you. Er- did you dye your hair to match the colour scheme? I wasn’t expecting that level of cooperation.”

Jimin chuckled, getting out of the SUV and stretching to relieve the lingering awkwardness. “No, that was a coincidence. I’m glad it didn’t clash with the colour scheme, though. When you asked about suits and colours all I could think of at first was, ‘Oh no, what if she wants one of those ultra-modern black-and-white weddings’ or something.”

Ara’s light laughter floated through the crisp night. “Don’t worry, I like colour. Photographer, y’know?”

“I was really impressed by how quickly you got everything prepared.” He paused, debating on broaching the subject now or later. Curiosity won, and he plowed ahead. “Can I ask why you agreed to marry me so quickly?”

Ara shrugged, bending over to pull off her sparkly pink Louboutins. “You needed a partnership with my father’s group. Appa would have a beneficial business agreement with your company. I would like to be a wife, and in the future, a mother. I’ve never had a long-term boyfriend or anything…all the chaebol heirs are too old, too young, pricks, immature, or just not my type. I confess I did a little stalking of you, and Appa approved of you. Even if this was a business marriage, he would never suggest a man who wouldn’t treat me well. And you saved me the time and stress of introducing my boyfriend to my family and waiting to see if the verdict would fall in your favour or not,” she shrugged again. 

Jimin nodded, fascinated by the peek into Ara’s brain. “I hope that, at the very least, we’ll get along as friends. Would you like to go on a date tomorrow?”

“Sure, I’m free. What time?”

~~~

Ara settled into her very comfy bed and pulled out her phone.

SA: 2:00 p.m. tomorrow

KS: Done so soon?

SA: Shut up. 2:00, be there or don’t.

KS: Got it. I’ll be there.🙄

At 1:55 p.m., Ara descended the stairs of her new house, ready for her date. Her peach tunic dress hugged her curves and fell to her knees, complemented by her chunky brown leather heels, gold jewelry, and an oversized burgundy purse.

Jimin had just pulled the car up, and his jaw loosened a little. “You look stunning!”

Ara blushed, pushing a loose curl behind her ear. “Thanks, you look pretty nice yourself.”

Jimin wore his loose white suit well, his plum shirt complementing his peachy-pink hair.

The car ride to downtown Seoul was filled with quiet chatter as the newlyweds got to know each other better.

Jimin pulled up to an art museum and got out, heading quickly to Ara’s side to open the door for her. She took his arm, and he let her tell him all about the art and curation as they toured the museum.

“Abeoji first took me to a museum when I was six, I think? I really liked it and begged Eomma to take me back. I just kept making my parents take me to museums until I’d seen them all, and then repeated it. I tried drawing and painting, but I wasn’t very good at them and didn’t want to put in the hours of practice to attempt to be good.”

They strolled along to the photography section, having gone through the traditional paintings and sketches.“Photography caught my attention when I was ten or eleven…Jungkook had taken up photography as his hobby, and he let me try sometimes. I really loved those times taking pictures and decided that’s what I wanted to do as a job, not run ShinCorp. Appa was surprisingly accepting of my decision, but he’s always spoiled me a bit,” Ara laughed.

“Jungkook, as in, your bodyguard?” Jimin asked curiously. “He couldn’t have been much use when you were ten…he’s only a bit older than you, right?”

“Oh, Kook wasn’t my bodyguard till he was eighteen. We grew up as childhood friends since my eomma’s accident. He’s from Busan, but he was kidnapped and trafficked around the time of my mom’s accident. The police rescued him and some other children when they broke up the ring of gangsters that had been trafficking kids,” explained Ara, pausing in front of a photo of a field of wildflowers.

“Jungkook was an orphan, so one of the policemen who’d rescued them fostered him. He was Appa’s friend, and they thought it would be good for both of us to have a companion.”

Ara turned to see what Jimin thought of this revelation. He was frowning at the floor, one hand in his pocket. Running his other hand through his hair, he exhaled. “That must have been tough.”

Ara nodded. “He doesn’t speak about it much���sensitive, you know? Oh, and you don’t need to worry about…anything between us,” she added hesitantly. “We did have a crush on each other in high school, but we realized we’re better off as friends. There’s no competition.”

He raised his head to smirk at her, pushing his hair back one final time. “So, there’s a chance of winning your heart?”

She smiled back, lifting her lashes flirtatiously. “I’d say there’s a good chance.”

“Shall we go for dinner, then?”

“Sure, I could eat. Could we try this new French restaurant nearby?”

“Whatever you want, milady. What’s its name?”

“L’Domino. Main floor of the Star Lost hotel,” Ara pointed down the street to a tall building several blocks away, visible from the museum parking lot.

“Ah…I’ve heard of that place. Let’s go, then!”

The maitre’d heard their names and immediately showed them to a table. Dim lighting, but not so dim you couldn’t see what you were eating, opulent fabrics and the quiet instrumental soundtrack gave the dining room an atmosphere oozing exclusivity. Jimin pulled out Ara’s chair for her, then sat opposite her.

A black-suited waiter approached, his chubby cheeks lifted in a smile. “Good evening! My name is Jisung; I’ll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with a beverage?”

At D9, Vixen’s HQ, Chan picked up the phone, halting its first ring. “Chan.”

“Christmas, it’s me. Have Park Jimin’s hacker find Jeon Jungkook’s file of his kidnapping. Shin Ara told him about it; he’ll be suspicious.”

“Got it. Did Seungmin make the drop?”

“The goods are in position. I’ll contact you later for news on our plans, I just wanted to give you a head start on the file. Vixen over and out.”

“Thank you for the lovely date, Princess. I enjoyed getting to know you. Perhaps we could make this a regular thing?”

Jimin opened the front door, and Ara stepped into the low-lit foyer. “Thank you. I had a lot of fun, and ditto,” she returned. “Making this regular sounds lovely.”

Jimin inhaled and pushed further. “Would you like to have breakfast together in the mornings if I’m not at the office early?”

“I’d love to. What time do you normally eat?”

“Quarter to eight. Does that work for you?”

“Sounds perfect. See you tomorrow, then?”

“See you then. Sleep well,” he called after her, already halfway up the stairs.

“You as well. Goodnight, Jimin.” Ara entered her suite, all done in pastels with gold accents. It was either a strange coincidence or someone had been talking (she bet it was her appa), but it was very similar to her room at home.

She headed to the ensuite to begin her nighttime routine, replaying the whole date with Jimin.

She had expected maybe dinner or an outing, but not the entire afternoon and evening. It was lovely, but she wondered if Jimin would face any backlash over spending so much time off work. It was crucial he maintained a flawless profile in the first months of being appointed CEO, Ara was enough of a businessman’s daughter  to know that. Their marriage was, in part, to help stabilize his takeover, and she didn’t want to be a hindrance.

He was a perfect gentleman and quite attentive. She’d miss his company, but she’d make sure their next date was a little shorter. By their first anniversary, he should be able to spend more time with her again.

It’s not like she was expecting love and him to wait on her hand and foot, even if she did hope they’d grow to genuinely care about each other. Time flew by, anyway– she’d survive a few months without his constant presence. Resolved to broach the subject at breakfast the next morning, she crawled into her comfy bed and replayed his every action again.

He was too perfect. She’d find his flaw sooner or later.

Jimin tapped his fingers rhythmically on his desk and sighed. Finally, he pushed a button and asked for Jungkook to be fetched.

Minutes later, Ara’s bodyguard stood at attention in front of him.

“You’ve known Ara since you were eleven?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You were adopted by Jeon Jeonghwa, an officer in Seoul’s police department, Organized Crime division?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ara told me you were kidnapped from Busan and brought here by traffickers, till you were rescued by your adoptive father.”

Jungkook nodded.

“You became her bodyguard at eighteen…you’ve trained in martial arts for twelve years?”

“Yes, sir. Mr. Shin insisted Ara and I take self-defense lessons, and I wanted more.”

“You know who Shin Jungok is? Who I am?” Jimin leaned back in his chair, studying Jungkook.

“Yes, sir. Head of the Gray Gang and the Bangtan Family.”

“Does Ara suspect who we are?” Jimin narrowed his eyes. The million-dollar question…or maybe, billion-dollar, considering the revenue estimated to be brought in by this alliance.

“No, sir. Mr. Shin wants her to know nothing about your other business. He’s made sure she knows nothing.”

“Tell me if she ever mentions anything about it to you, please. Thank you for your time.”

“Yes, sir. Also…there was never really anything between us. We’re like siblings, sir.”

Jungkook left, and Jimin resumed his finger tapping, staring at the spot where the man had stood.

Time went by, and the newlyweds fell into a routine. They would have breakfast together four times a week when Jimin wasn’t ‘at the office early’. When he came home, they would have dinner, either trying out a new restaurant or one of Ara’s home-cooked meals. 

Cooking was her hobby, and she enjoyed experimenting with various cuisines and fusions.

Mrs. Lee, the housekeeper, let her have free reign of the kitchen, a feat not easily achieved.

The long-date problem was solved by the compromise of several shorter dates. Once a week, Jimin would take Ara on a coffee or lunch date, the short distance between Ara’s gallery and Park Group’s buildings coming in handy so they could stretch out their precious minutes together. 

Ara had almost finished setting up her gallery and excitedly shared her plans for the opening and all the organizing she had to do. Jimin was bemused by her enjoyment of organizing things and creating organizational systems, imagining if she knew about his secondary business and how she’d whip everyone into shape. He had no doubt that she would be a force to be reckoned with if someone got into her path. Grinning at the mental image of Ara siccing Jungkook and maybe his own men on someone standing in her way, he realized he was smiling like a loon and quickly smoothed out his expression.

Just in time.

His secretary knocked on the door and poked his head in. “Sir, the dress was delivered. However, Mrs Shin has not opened it yet.”

With a fond smile, he rolled his eyes. She was probably busy focusing on the networking for the ball tonight.

For all her love of order, she could be so scatterbrained and distracted sometimes. Her suite was a disaster when she was getting ready to go out, and she was always leaving something behind somewhere. Maybe it should have annoyed him, but it only endeared her to him more. She wasn’t completely perfect, something that reassured him to no end. Perfect people were too good to be true, something that made him suspicious of Ara and Jungkook in the beginning.

At first, he’d only spent so much time with Ara because he wanted to know what she was hiding behind that girly-girl, society and gilded mask, but as they became closer, he realized she truly was that good-hearted; not shallow at all, but she didn’t shy away from being the cliche chaebol princess.

Her openness drew him to her like a moth to a flame. He had so many secrets. What was it like to just be who you are, unapologetically? Not worry about what people thought of you?

Jungkook was similar to Ara, probably because they’d been practically attached by the hip for over a decade. He’d quickly proven himself to Jimin’s closest circle, and as Mrs Shin’s guy, he was quickly welcomed to the inner ranks. He gave Jimin good advice about how to deal with Ara, which Jimin truly appreciated, and he was always down to join Jimin in a workout or spar.

Even Hoseok, Jimin’s Head of Security, approved of Jungkook, a difficult achievement.

By the second month of the contract marriage, Ara and Jungkook were permanent fixtures in the Bangtan Family’s life, and it seemed unthinkable that anything should happen to them. They were Parks now, and it seemed like they always had been.

Jimin knocked on Ara’s door, fiddling with his garnet cufflinks while he waited. The thick carpeting muffled her footsteps, and the door swung open unexpectedly.

His jaw dropped.

The form-fitting red dress had a sparkling corset bodice, laced up tightly to emphasize his wife’s curves, and a hint of thigh winked at him from the slit in the gauzy skirt.

Diamonds glinted from her ears, between fluffy curls he wanted to wrap around his fingers.

Shin Ara looked every inch the mafia queen she was, even if she didn’t know it. 

Jimin’s gaze slowly slid down to her strappy gold heels, then back up, making Ara blush.

“You look wonderful,” he said, extending his hand.

“Thank you.”

~~~

Jimin proudly escorted his wife into the high society, clandestine mafia ball.

Jungok spotted them arriving and came over to greet them.

Every two weeks, the entire group of Gray and Bangtan’s inner circles came together for dinner. Jungok had been at their mansion two days ago, yet he acted as if it had been two months.

“Hello, my beautiful daughter; Jimin. You look so much like your mother,” Jungok stared wistfully at Ara. “Speaking of, when will I get my own grandchildren?”

Blushing furiously, Ara thwacked her father’s arm. “Appa!”

“What? I’m an old man, I want to see my grandchildren before I die.”

Ara scoffed. “You’re so dramatic, Appa; you’re not that old. Anyways, how’s your new secretary doing? Has he learned anything yet?” she grinned, recalling her father’s exasperated rant on the secretary’s new structuring and organization tactics earlier that week.

“Yes, Seungmin just needed some time to learn the ropes; he’s quite bright. When will you have your opening night?” Jungok switched the topic.

“Next month, the twelfth. I’m so excited!”

Jimin chimed in with a chuckle, “It’s all she’s been focused on for a while now.”

Ara glared playfully at him and swept off for some punch. 

Rejoining the men, she saw her father grip Jimin’s wrist tightly and speak lowly into his ear.

“Appa? Gwaenchana?”

“Just a little thirsty,” Jungok said thickly. Ara quickly passed him her punch and watched in horror as it spilled all over the front of her dress, the cup crashing to the floor moments before Jungok.

“Appa!” Ara stared at the sweat gathering on his forehead, at the light, fast breaths he was taking as he weakly tugged at his tie to loosen it. 

"Call an ambulance!" She demanded of no one in particular, crouching beside him in worry.

Jimin dialed the emergency line quickly and waited for the ambulance to come. Jungkook rushed over, checking Jungok’s pulse and loosening his collar and cuffs, rolling him onto his side.

The EMTs arrived and transported Jungok to the hospital, sirens blaring as they sped through the streets.

Ara nervously twisted her fingers in her lap, her gaze fixed on the flashing lights directly ahead of them as Jimin followed the vehicle carrying her father.

Finger twisting was joined by impatient pacing in front of the row of chairs as she awaited any news.

After what seemed like hours of pacing under the glaring white lights, the doctor who’d taken her father approached.

“Mr. Shin is stable but unconscious right now. He had a heart attack. Do you know if he had any of these symptoms lately?” the doctor rattled off a list of concerning things Ara wished she knew about.

She shook her head helplessly. “I-I don’t know. I just got married recently and moved out- I’ve only seen him briefly…”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jimin wrapped his arms around her comfortingly, returning from making calls to his secretary, letting her know that he wouldn’t be in the next day. “You didn’t and couldn’t know– that’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault; it’s just a fact. Your dad is stable now. It’ll be okay, yeah?” His hand rubbed soothing strokes up and down her arm. “Ara, you’re cold.” Shrugging his coat off,  he wrapped it around her like a hug.

“We’d like to run some tests on Mr. Shin, just to make sure he’s okay besides this issue,” said the doctor, eyeing her sympathetically. “Could you come to my office to sign some papers?”

Once everything was finally sorted out and she had seen her father, reassured that he was going to be okay and there was nothing for her to do at present, Jimin took her home and sent her straight to bed.

Tucking her in, he smoothed the comforter over her shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “He’ll be okay, Princess.”

“Thank you for everything, Jimin.” She blinked up at his shadowed profile.

“Of course. Get some sleep.” His finger brushed her cheek, then she heard his light footsteps head toward the door and the quiet snick of the door closing.

Closing her eyes, she did her best to sleep. Its comforting embrace welcomed her swiftly.

[raddocwrites]

SNW drabbles

Did I miss the wedding bells?

The laughter died suddenly and ortegas stiffened as she turned around. Chapel was deathly still beside her. La’an eyed the stranger dubiously (but that’s how she eyed most everybody).

Una immediately noticed the intense chill in the room and her eyes flicked worriedly to ortegas and chapel. She squared her shoulders, plastered a polite smile on her face and moved to place herself between the old Klingon and her crew.

The ancient Klingon with an ample belly and shock white hair seemed oblivious to the tension. He beamed at uhura and in Klingon, asked her where she had learned to speak Klingon like kahless himself.

“Are you injured?” una asked cutting him off. Her voice was completely courteous but with an undeniable edge.

The intruder ignored una (a feat in and of itself) and waited patiently for uhuras response. After a moments hesitation, she replied in flawless Klingon that she simply liked languages, so she learned them. He laughed. He placed a hand over his round stomach and positively bellowed in amusement.

He grinned at ortegas and nodded approvingly. “It is as you said. As smart as she is beautiful.” He winked and continued to laugh.

Ortegas mouth moved and for once she couldn’t find the words. The tips of her ears turned bright red.

Una raised her eyebrows and looked to la’an who shrugged. Chapels voice was rough as she asked. “What do you want?” She had sidled closer to ortegas without thinking.

The Klingon sobered. “I mean no harm. I came only to gift this to your little warrior.” He held out a nondescript, standard, replicated thermos for liquids. He toggled his hand impatiently up and down and nodded encouragingly towards ortegas.

Ortegas was still too stunned to move so una quickly retrieved it from their ‘guest’. “What is it?” she asked politely.

The klingon grinned and huffed a great chuckle. He winked again at ortegas as he boomed. “It is traditional Klingon recipe. It makes the blood sing and the heart dance. So that little warrior may ngagh with all her beautiful be’enal all night long.

Uhuras eyes nearly popped out of her skull and she half chocked in surprise.

“What? What did he say?” la’an asked. Uhura just shook her head.

“Well, thank you,” una started as she tilted her head in a dismissal. But the Klingon just looked between the container una held and ortegas, clearly waiting for her to give it to the pilot.

He smiled again when ortegas finally accepted the thermos. He eyed una up and down. “So tall. So formidable.” His eyes practically twinkled at a joke una couldn’t quite grasp. “I think little warrior will need it for you, yes? You are almost intimidating enough to be Klingon!” he said eagerly. His smile was enthusiastic and he patted his belly again. “I say again. Your wives are fierce. You are very lucky.”

Unas eyes widened comically, chapels mouth dropped open, and la’an blinked several times. “What?” she asked sharply.

“I-its nothing,” ortegas stuttered.

“Agh!” the Klingon chided. “Do not be modest. It is no small feat to satisfy one, let alone fou,r fine vixens.”

Una decided to step in and put a stop to this before things got (even more) out of hand. “Well, thank you…”she tried again.

The Klingons eyebrows shot up. “I am a fool,” he berated himself. “I am T’lan of house Miral.” He made a small bow with his head towards ortegas. “If you or any of your be’nal ever require assistance, house miral will be there!”

“Yes, well,” una said for the third time as she slowly walked the Klingon back towards the door. “Thank you so much for your…gift. It was very…thoughtful.”

The Klingon just winked one last time and left sickbay with a jovial laugh.

Una turned to ortegas with a raised eyebrow.

Ortegas was still a lovely shade of red. “I-um…he was on the prison asteroid-“

“Obviously,” chapel cut in.

“And…um…he may have thought that…uh…we were all together….”

“As in?” una asked.

Uhura chuckled. “Wives. He called us the Lts wives.”

Chapel snorted. Una looked towards the container she had handed to ortegas. “And that?” she asked, clearly not sure if she actually wanted the answer.

Uhura grinned even wider. “Im guessing its some sort of ancient Klingon recipe to make the drinker…um…more virile…to uh…”

Una held up a hand stopping the ensign. “We get it.”

La’an just looked from ortegas to where the Klingon had been, back to ortegas, then to all the other people around her. The look on her face was almost thoughtful. “Well that was interesting,” she said as she leaned back, resting against the monitors.

“It WAS interesting. Little warrior,” chapel said turning to her friend with an intensity in her eyes that ortegas knew meant she was going to be hounded about this (unrelentingly) for months.

Unas face was concerned. “Are you okay? Should I-“

Ortegas held up a hand. “Its okay,” she reassured number one. “Its just…you know. Hes Klingon. But he actually seems…”

“Friendly?” chapel tried. Her eyebrow quirked up like the idea of a friendly Klingon was somehow impossible. But ortegas nodded when chapel looked at her.

“Yeah,” ortegas agreed in surprise.

Uhura shrugged. “He seemed nice to me. Klingon or not.”

“Of course, you liked him,” chapel pointed out. “He called you beautiful.” Her voice was playful and she winked at the ensign.

Uhura shook her head. “He said, that’s what erica call…said.” Somehow admitting that ortegas had called her beautiful was too much. She felt her cheeks flush.

Everyone turned to look at orgtegas. “HE said you were beautiful and I said that you were a STARFEET OFFICER and he-“ She threw up her hands. “Why are we even talking about this?” she exclaimed.

Una crossed her arms, hiding her own mischievous smile. “What I want to know is why he thought you were the alpha? Why are we YOUR wives?”

Ortegas mouth moved like a fish for a moment.

“Yeah!” Chapel jumped in again. She lightly nudged her friends shoulder. “And what did he say about me?” She leaned closer, her voice slightly more conspiratorial now. “Or the Lt?” she looked with a raised eyebrow to la’an who pretended to ignore their conversation through half lidded eyes. But chapel knew better, the security chief was absorbing every, single, word.

Her eyes flicked back to her friend who held out her hands in a mollifying gesture. Or was she trying to ward off a pack of rabid animals?

Chapel grinned, loving this and not wanting to let it go quite yet. “Its obvious, his thoughts on the commander,” she offered as if to help ortegas.

Una straightened and she uncrossed her arms. “What do you mean?”

Chapel and ortegas and uhura all shared a look. They had seen the way the Klingon had clocked her height and the pilots (lack of height). But they were all thinking about una towering over a different person, a certain security officer known to be quite stubborn…Perhaps using said person for support as they traveled down a poorly lit tunnel, casting shadows that made the difference in size even more adorable.

“Your height,” la’an stated, surprising them all.

“What?” una blinked.

“You are significantly taller than Lt ortegas,” la’an explained.

“So,” una asked still feeling out of the loop.

La’ans face flashed through several different unreadable emotions and she shifted slightly.

Chapel jumped in quickly. “Sex. He was referring to sex,” she said casually. “You know. Since the height difference would make it…” she made a vague gesture with her hands.

Unas eyes widened comically and the others tried not to laugh.

“Why are we still talking about this?” ortegas groaned.

Uhura picked up the container with the mystery Klingon brew and held it up. “So, the real question is what are we going to do with this?”

[cherrycola27]

Karma

Warnings: Language, Violence. Mentions and Descriptions of attempted SA. Minors DNI 18+

Vixen beat on the door of the bungalow she knew Rooster shared with Bob and Hangman. She shivered from the unusually cold summer rain. Her feet and calves were screaming, though she hadn't planned on running six blocks in these heels when she had chosen them earlier that evening.

Her fists pounded on the wood until the door finally opened to reaval Jake Seresin.

"Vix?" He questioned. "Jesus it's pouring get in here" he said pulling her inside.

She stood in the foyer shivering.

"Is Rooster here?" She chattered out.

"No he went to go pick up some food... should be back soon." Hangman told her as he looked over her.

"Vixen, what, what happened are you okay?" Jake asked, concerned.

"I... I.... no I'm not okay." Vixen admitted with a sob.

"I was out with Lt. Matthews at the Hard Deck. I wouldn't go home with him and he got angry, so angry, he... he t..t..tried to...but I fought back. And then I ran all the way here. I knew it would be safe. I was afraid he would try to come to my place." Vixen confessed still shaking.

Jake took a step back and took in his fellow pilot's appearance. She was soaked from the rain, her hair clung to her face. Her makeup was smeared. She had a black eye and a busted lip. Bruises were forming on her wrist, there was a red mark around her neck, and her dress was ripped. She looked so frail standing there.

"Okay, here's what we are going to do. We are going to get you some dry clothes and a hot shower... sound good?" Hangman asked her. Vixen nodded back weakly.

"Bob, can you grab some of Rooster's sweats for Vix please?" Hangman asked the WSO who had been silently taking everything in. Bob quickly rushed to the laundry room and reappeared with some sweatpants and a shirt for her.

"Great, now let's get you a hot shower and then you can wait in Bradshaw's room until he gets back." Jake said leading her to the bathroom.

Vixen shut the door behind her and stripped off her wet and ruined dress. She had kicked off her shoes by the door, they were trashed now.

She turned the water on and up higher than she probably should have, but she wanted to scrub every inch of her skin where Kyle Matthews had touched her.

She should have listened to Bradley when he told her Kyle was bad news, but he had charmed her into a few dates and she thought he was a good guy, boy was she wrong. His hate filled face flashed before her eyes. If she hadn't have gotten that right hook to his nose who knows what would have happened.

After she felt as clean as she could, she turned off the water and dryed off. She grabbed the clothes given to her and pulled them on. She could smell Rooster on them.

She came out of the bathroom into his bedroom. She probably shouldn't have, but she was so exhausted and upset she crawled into his bed and let out a sob.

Fifteen minutes later Rooster Bradshaw returned home.

"Bob, Jake, did one of yall invite a girl over while I was gone to get pizza?" Rooster asks noticing the pair of high heels by the door.

"No, they're, they're Vixen's shoes" Jake says with a somber tone.

"Why is Vix here? She's supposed to be out with Matthews." Rooster questions with an edge if distain in his voice."

"Bradley." Hangman begins with a serious tone. I need you to listen to me right now and not go off the deep end." Jake states. Rooster knows it is serious if Hangman is using his actual name.

"While you were gone, Vix...she showed up here looking for you, scared of her mind." Jake begins to explain.

Rooster's fist ball up as his jaw clenched.

"She said that Matthew's, tried to... he attacked her. She was soaking wet from the rain and her dress was ripped, she ran all the way here from the Hard Deck. Bob lent her some of your sweats to wear. Jesus man. She looked... she looks... its" Jake couldn't finish.

"She's in your room, she's terrified." Bob tells him. Rooster pushes past both of them and heads to his bedroom. He knocks before entering.

He sees her there laying in the middle of his bed curled up, shaking, crying. She looks so small and frightened. Nothing like the fearless pilot he knows.

"Vixen." He speaks softly coming to sit next to her. She sits up but doesn't meet his face. She has her hair pulled covering her face from his view.

He tilts her chin up and gently brushes the hair away from her delicate features. He takes them in.

Her busted lip, her black eye, the angry red marks around her neck, the bruises on her wrists.

It takes everything in his power not to fly off the handle.

He pauses and inhales sharply.

His eyes darken before he speaks:

"Who did this to you?"

The question was rhetorical. He knew who had done this. He knew where she was supposed to be tonight. He just needed to hear her say the name, that was all she had to do... just give him a reason.

Once she spoke it, he wouldn't hesitate to drive all over San Diego to find the motherfucker who had done this to his girl and rip his fucking heart out while it was still beating.

"K...k...Kyle Matthews. He... he did this because I wouldn't go home with him... he... he... he tried to." Vixen stammered out before another sob racked her body.

She collapsed against Rooster's chest. He held her tightly against him.

"Shhhh." He cooed to her "It's alright, you're safe now." He whispered against her hair.

She pulled back and looked at him. "I'm sorry." She spoke "Sorry for what?" He asked her confused.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you when you said he was bad news. I'm sorry I didn't take your advice. I'm sorry I only went out with him to make you jealous. I'm sorry for being here and ruining your plans and being so stupid." She cried out.

"Vix, baby girl look at me. You didn't do anything wrong. And I promise you, I'm going to find Matthews and make him pay for this." Rooster spoke his tone was dark and serious.

"You're going to stay here with Bob and Jake, and I'm going to take care of this." He assured her.

"No! Please don't leave me. Please... he isn't worth it." Vixen begged him and she clung to him.

"Okay... I'll stay right here with you. Rooster assured her. And he did. He held her all evening until she was finally asleep. When he was sure she wouldn't wake up, he slipped out of his room and went into the living room. He was happy that Jake, Bob, Coyote, and Phoenix all sitting there.

"I see you all got my message." Rooster began.

"Yeah we did... what's up Roos?" Coyote asked him.

"Someone hurt Vixen." He stated plainly. He didn't want to go into details, that statement was enough to anger everyone in the room. Vixen was their friend, their ray of sunshine, if someone messed with her, they messed with everyone.

"What I'm about to ask you to do is strictly off the books. After tonight we never talk about it because it never happened. We were all here hanging out together and drinking if anyone asks." Rooster starts.

"But we're going to go hurt someone and you can never ask me about it, but just know, they had it coming. If you aren't up for that you are free to leave." He tells them.

"We aren't going anywhere Rooster." Phoenix speaks for the group.

They all nod in agreement.

"Bob, can you and Phoenix stay here in case she wakes up or someone makes an unwelcome visit?" Rooster asks them. The pilot and her backseater immediately agree.

"Hangman, Coyote, you're with me." Rooster commands as he slips on a black hoodie.

"One question Bradshaw." Javy states before they leave... "Who's car are we taking?"

"We're taking my truck." Jake tells them. "No offense Rooster, but the Bronco isn't the best for an incognito mission. Not many of them on the road, but there are several black Silverados out there." He reasoned with them.

Rooster nodded in agreement as the trio went out into the night.

Jake hopped in the driver's seat, Rooster slid into the passenger's side and Coyote hopped in the back.

"Well gentlemen," Rooster spoke "Let's go get this fucker."

Hangman backed the truck out of the drive and headed to where he knew Matthews was staying. They would look there first. If he wasn't there, they knew a few of his other hangouts. Unfortunately when they turned onto his street his rental was dark his driveway was empty.

"Well this is a bust... where to next?" Jake asked.

"He's at the beach club on Sunset St." Coyote states showing them his phone. Kyle Matthews wasn't smart enough to have his social media set to private and Javy was easily able to pull up his Insta story and find him.

"Hot damn. Good job Detective Machado." Rooster joked as the truck rolled onto the street towards its next destination.

Jake steered his truck into the parking lot of the club. Rooster immediately spotted the mustang that Lt. Matthews drove. Hangman parked in the space next to it. The three men sat in the truck and wait for him to exit the venue.

"Roost, I know you said he hurt Vixen." Coyote spoke up breaking the silence in the truck. "Did he... you know?" Coyote asked afraid to speak the word.

"No, the son of a bitch tried though. Apparent she hit him with a right hook to the nose and ran for her life." Rooster informed him.

"Let's make him pay." Coyote said confidently.

"You don't put your hands on a woman. Every self respecting man knows that." Jake added, his Texas draw becoming more prominent. It always did when he was angry. The other men nodded in agreement. All three if them hailed from the south, and that sentiment was driven into them at a young age.

"Asshole incoming" Hangman said as they say Kyle make his way out of the club to his car. They all quietly exited the vehicle. Thankfully the douche had chosen to park in the darkest part of the lot, he wouldn't see them coming.

He fumbled with his keys as he walked towards his car.

"Lt. Matthews" Rooster called out from the shadow.

"Who's there?" The man spun around looking for a face to go with the voice.

"Your worst nightmare." Jake said as the trio stepped forward.

"Hangman, Coyote, Rooster? What are you doing here?" Kyle asked them once he saw who was there.

"We have business with you Matthews." Rooster spat out.

"What business?" He asks and edge of anger in his voice.

"We came to finish was Vixen started" Coyote almost growled at him.

"Really? You guys are here to defend that bitch? She almost broke my nose! Did she tell you that?" Matthews yells at them.

"Yeah she did. She also told us about how you treated her and what you tried to do to her." Rooster shoots back.

"The skank was asking for it I meam Jesus Christ who doesn't put out on the third date. Her call sign is VIXEN for crying outloud!" He shouts trying to somehow justify his actions.

"Well if you think call signs are what the person should act like maybe we should change yours to Coward considering that's what you are." Coyote states taking a step closer.

"You know you Yankee bastard, it might be okay to put your hands on a woman where you are from, but where we are from, that's about the lowest thing a man can do. We respect our women around here, and take care of those who don't." Hangman states, his voice low, and his southern twang thick.

"I don't have to stand here and listen to think. Fuck you assholes, dumb bitch got what she deserves, though I will have to say it was pretty hot hearing her beg for me to let her go, too bad I didn't get to--"

Lt. Matthews doesn't get to finish his sentence. He is cut off by Rooster's fist connecting with his jaw. The force of it sends him staggering backwards and to the ground.

"The fuck Bradshaw!" He curses out getting to his feet. He lunges for Bradley only for Jake to land a right hook to his torso, forcing the air out of his lungs.

Kyle doubles over which gives Javy the opportunity to deliver a swift kick to the ribs. He groans out in pain.

Rooster picks him up by his shirt collar and pins him against the side of his car. His fist meets the other man's face a few times. There is a nasty crunch followed by a pool of blood, Rooster knows he has broken Kyle's nose. He had stayed silent most of the time, but as Rooster raised his fist again he spoke

"You think that bitch is going to put out for you now? If she does let me know if you enjoy hearing her scream and beg as much as I did." He states before laughing.

Rooster's body flooded with anger. He drops his fist and wraps his hands around the other lieutenants throat, squeezing the air from his lungs. If Hangman and Coyote hadn't been there to stop him, Rooster would have surely killed him.

He let's up just a little before bringing his face close to Matthews's. "If you ever get near my girl again, I swear to God himself I will rip your heart out of your chest and have it for breakfast. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes" Matthews stammered out.

"Yes what?" Rooster groans

"Yes sir." Matthews replies before Bradley finally releases his grip.

"And if anyone asks you what happened you tell them you tripped and fell down some stairs or off a curb, I would hate for us to have to meet again like this." Jake tells him as Kyle climbs into his car.

"Understood." He says before peeling out of the club.

The group gets back into Jake's truck and enjoy a silent ride home. They share a silent understanding that this night never happened. Once they get back to the bungalow, Rooster is shocked to find Vixen standing in the living room with her arms crossed and shooting daggers at them with her eyes.

"Hey Vix! Glad you are up." Rooster begins trying to act casual.

"Oh no you don't! Just where have you three been! Rooster you promised me you wouldn't go after him.

"Sweetheart, we just went out for a little drive and some air. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." Rooster replies.

"So that isn't Kyle Matthews's blood on your knuckles then?" Vixen asks with a matter of fact tone.

The boys shrug. "Ugh I can't believe you. I told you not to do anything!"

"Vixen, honey, relax, we didn't anything." Rooster said stepping closer to her and pulling her in his arms.

"Karma did." He finished looking down at her.

"Karma huh?" Vixen shrugged looking at everyone.

Before she became a pilot she never had anyone in her corner, but now, standing in the living room at one of her lowest points she realized that the people infront of her weren't just her friends, they were her family.

"Well, since Karma did me a favor. How do you suppose I repay them?" Vixen asks.

"I could think of a thing or two." Rooster says before pulling her in for a kiss.

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[ratsoh-writes]

She swears if she didn' love him she'd kill him for nearly given her a heart attack! Darlin is bein quiet as the fight plays out, her attention solely on her husband as crowds cheer on as the fight plays out.

Berlin is, of course the loudest one screamin an cheerin his dad on.

Kay is taken notice of the Vixens tail and is tryin ta get ta figure out the reason for the wasted magic energy. The guys definitely not that confident in his win ta be showin off.

It’s real hard to see her husband right now. The collision between a bolt of lightning and a gaster blaster has cloaked the stage in thick smoke. It’s a good thing the barrier keeps the crowd protected or else every one would be choking on it

Theo whimpers as she can’t place where her dad is. He’s only partly visible every time a lt magic attack goes off

——————

The vixen is no idiot. He knows he’s fighting a loosing battle as his flaming tail sticks out like a sore thumb. Butch has been pelting gaster blasters at him with no signs of slowing. And the vixen can only dodge so long. He needs to do something about this smoke.

The vixens tails grow again and begin spinning. The smoke begins to blow away, but doing this came with a sacrifice. Such big targets means more area to hit.

By the end the smoke clears, the vixens four large tails are smoldering hairless messes. His eye widen in horror as he looks down

Butch: SAY GOODNIGHT B*TCH!!!

@genius-shelly @wisteria-and-crocuses @kit-kats-make-excelllent-blades @wuilll

[incorrect-squirrel-and-hedgehog]

Lt. Vixen: So the other day I sent Mulori out to get us some gas.

Lt. Vixen: And instead of getting gas, she got us novelty cookie cutters.

Lt. Vixen: Now everything we eat is shaped like a dinosaur.

Lt. Vixen: …

Lt. Vixen: I love her so much.

[sah-headcanons]

Sorry about the late post this week! Tumblr ate the post I had scheduled.

This week, three characters we know are on the same side:

Commander Seungnyangi, Dr. Huinjogjebi, and Lt. Vixen

[hangmansgbaby]

Timeline of Always Darling | J.Seresin

Please read everything available before reading this.

CONTAINS SPOILERS

Masterlist | Always Darling Masterlist

2001

May - High School Graduation

August - First Day of US Naval Academy

August 2001 - May 2005

US Naval Academy, Annapolis, Maryland

2005

April - Jake and Willow meet

April - Jake and Willow dating anniversary

May - Naval Academy Graduation

June - Willow meets the Seresin Family

July 2005 - February 2007

Flight School, NAS Pensacola, Florida

2007

March - Jake and Willow receive their wings

April - Jake in NAS Oceana, Virginia. Willow in NAS Corpus Christi, Texas.

May - Willow ranks O-2 Lieutenant Junior Grade(LTJG)

June - Willow receives the call sign Vixen.

October - Jake ranks O-2 Lieutenant Junior Grade(LTJG)

November - Jake receives callsign Hangman. 

2008

March - Jake in to NAS Corpus Christi, Texas with LTJG Javy "Coyote" Machado

May - Willow in NAS Joint Reserve Base Fort Worth, Texas to assist training on the F-18.

June - Willow in NAS Corpus Christi, Texas. 

October - Willow in NAWS China Lake, California with LTJG Natasha "Phoenix" Trace.

March 2007 - July 2010

Insert enough deployment, detachments, and times leave to equal 6 months of Jake and Willow being together physically.

2009

January - Willow ranks O-3 Lieutenant (LT) with Phoenix.

May - Jake ranks O-3 Lieutenant (LT) with Coyote.

2011

January - Jake in NAS Lemoore, California. Willow in NAS Whidbey Island, Washington.

May - Willow called to Top Gun, NAS North Island, California. Jake deployed to Indian Ocean.

August - Willow graduates top of class at Top Gun. Willow and Jake in NAS Lemoore, California. 

2012

May - Jake called to Top Gun, NAS North Island, California

July - Willow in NAS North Island, California

August - Jake graduates top of class at Top Gun. Promise Ring exchange. Jake deploys on USS Theodore Roosevelt, Atlantic Ocean. 

September - Willow finds out she's pregnant at 6 weeks

October - Jake MIA. Willow 11 weeks pregnant.

2013

January - Jake rescued. Willow 21 weeks pregnant. Willow and Bradley interact for the first time since 1996.

May - Ellorie Serena Seresin is born

2014

April - Jake and Willow tie the knot on the Seresin Ranch. Jake's family and Ice and family are present.

May - Ellorie turns 1!

November - Willow ranks O-4 Lieutenant Commander (LCDR)

2015 - 2019

Multiple deployments, detachments, and NAS. Lots of moving with little Ellorie.

2020

January - Jake, Willow, and Ellorie in NAS Lemoore, California with Coyote.

May - Ellorie turns 7!

October - 12 pilots called to NAS North Island, California for a top secret mission. Willow and Maverick interact for the first time since 1996. Willow and Rooster interact for the first time since 2013.

November - Admiral Tom "Iceman" Kazansky passes. Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy are chosen to carryout the mission with Willow as the Team Leader. Jake is the only spare. Mission is a success. 

December - The Dagger squad becomes a permanent strike team at NAS North Island, California. Willow steps back from flying missions to be a Top Gun Instructor. Jake and Willow begin trying for baby #2.

2021

November - Beckett Walker Seresin is born!

2025

April - Willow and Jake celebrate 20 years together, 11 years married.

May - Ellorie turns 12.

June - Jake deploys for 12 months. Willow, Bradley and kids take a trip to Virginia Beach to pack up Carole’s house. Willow is called to lead a mission from NAS Oceana.