#thomas Kazansky

[avicris918]

This came to me and I don't know where I want it to go. I had to post it somewhere, hopefully to get some feedback.

"You're right. Nobody will mourn me when I burn in, but that's because I've had nobody for the past 15 years. When I made the decision I did, I lost everyone. I kept a promise and in return I was left, again. Story of my life, right?"

Maverick shook his head, ridding himself of the voices starting to overtake his mind, and turned to leave the room.

Before walking out the door he stopped and said "you got everything you wanted, everyone you wanted, and yet you still hate me."

*****

Bradley was standing there, the anger still coursing through him, when Warlock came into the room.

"He's right, you know."

Rooster sighed and asked "about what?"

"For the past 15 years he's been alone. He made a decision that affected your life of course, but in doing so he effectively ruined his as well."

"How? He was still in the Navy. He was still an aviator. He still went all over the world. I was set back four years. I was stopped from doing what I'd always dreamed of doing. Yeah, I'm here now, but behind where I should be."

Warlock just stared at him, displeasure visible only to those who knew where to look for it.

"Of course, you got here. You got here with so many people backing you up. You got here with a handful of uncles willing to do anything for you. You got here with someone standing firmly in your corner, ready to fight any and all demons that came for you."

"What's your point, sir?" Frustration slipping into his voice.

"While you had all of them at your back, who did he have? The minute it became known what he had done everyone turned on him. Those who had been there through the worst of it, just left. Those who knew him better than anyone, knew he had serious abandonment issues, just turned their backs on him."

"That's not my problem."

"Of course it's not. You had people there for you; you had everyone. He's had no one in his corner for the past 15 years. Every accomplishment, every nightmare, every heartache. He's been alone. Every time he's been injured and in the hospital, he's been alone. Every near miss, he's been alone. All those times he should have had family in his corner, helping to show him there was more to his life than flying, that he was worth more than his injuries, he was alone."

Rooster didn't have anything to say.

"Every trip to the hospital he was asked if he had family or someone they could call for him, he said no. There was no one that needed to be bothered, no one would would care and come anyways. I think after his first hospital visit after everything, he just stopped trying."

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?"

"Five weeks after everything he was hit by a drunk driver on base. I happened to be at the hospital when they brought him in and heard them ask for numbers to call someone for him. He said he'd call from his cellphone, which surprisingly enough has t been damaged." Warlock narrowed his eyes at Rooster and he instantly knew what was coming. "He tried calling a handful of numbers to call and no one answered. He sent a couple texts and the same thing happened. I called Ice, just to see if he was busy and he answered right away, asking if everything was good. Mav saw he picked up after two rings, and after that he just stopped."

"I…. didn't….but…..why…"

"Why what? Why did he call? Why didn't he keep calling? Why didn't I say anything?"

"He could have called anyone, any of them would have been there for him."

Warlock shook his head. "But they weren't. They weren't because they were so firmly on your side because of all of your hurt, they forgot he had no one on his side. Not one of them was there for him then and since, and he doesn't expect anyone to be there for him now."

Warlock turned to leave and before walking out the door levyed this final shot at the younger man.

"I've been his NOK and POA for 15 years. I've been there, and I know he appreciates it, but the ones he loved and would do anything for, where were they? He would give up his life for his friends, for his family, but where were they? He kept a promise. He did something he knew would tear up one relationship. He did it knowing that nothing would ever be the same. But to be cut off for your entire support system, at the whims and whines of a teenager whom he loved more than life itself, that was a blow. He never thought those who loved him and cared about him and knew him, would do what was done. But they did, because of you."

[damianwaynedefenseattorney]

who up for the icemav revival of 2022 ⁉️

[gracedbybattle]

Chapter 2 posted!

[pollyna]

I love the concept of Bradley adopting a baby and giving them Thomas as second name.

"We don't share a surname, but I'm Bradley Pete, so it was only right to give them your name, too." To a Tom who's holding the newborn and looking like a second from crying.

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

No cause Iceman Kazansky does run his fingers through little Bradley’s hair for hours to help him fall asleep after he had nightmares, and he does sing beautiful boy under his breath and reflects on the fact that he is a father to a child that has no legal connection to him and could easily disappear from his life without giving him the chance to do anything about it, and he does think about the amount of joy that Mav brought into his life, and he does look down at his sleeping son and decides that he would do anything for him, and he does do all of this again when Bradley comes back, when he stays at their place after The Mission and wakes up with horrible nightmares like he did when he was a little kid, he does it all over again and he wouldn’t have it any other way

[itosevenito]

pretty men in the navy <3

[softly-writes]

⌜𝟏𝟎 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟏𝟎 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬⌟

Thank you for the tag @iceman-kazansky This was a lot harder than I thought because I didn't realise how many 'fandoms' I'm no longer in XD

𝐴𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑘𝑦, 𝑇𝑜𝑝 𝐺𝑢𝑛: 𝑀𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑘, 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠, 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑙 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑅𝑦𝑎𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑏𝑎𝑙 𝐿𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑏𝑎𝑙 𝐿𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝐾900*, 𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑡: 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑖 𝐴𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝐴𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦, 𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤, 𝐷𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝐴𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑦 𝐴𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝐻𝑜𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠

*Granted, the fandom basically made up the model RK900's personality. But it's basically canon lore, so I'm still counting it.

|| Tagging: @hxad-ovxr-hxart, @georgieluzz, @sir-mr-dr-roe, Anyone else I've forgotten to tag because I am terrible at remembering!

[topgunreacts]

The Meeting of souls is a promise: of love, of loyalty, of marriage. When Ice meets his soulmate in 1986, he expects everything to fall into place. But Maverick arrives at NAS Miramar torn between two lives: the life he's fated to share with Ice, and the life of impulse and passion he's already built for himself. Their fragile bond threatens to unravel. But although they find themselves on a path neither thought they would travel, maybe—just maybe—they can learn to love one another the hard way.

Chapters: 1/21 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky & Original Male Character(s), Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Ron "Slider" Kerner, Original Male Character(s), Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Timers, Alternate Universe, Mutual Pining, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Drama & Romance, Age Difference, Maverick's Impulsiveness Putting Him into Situations, Marriage, Developing Friendships, Developing Relationship, Awkwardness, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Past Relationship(s), Major Original Character(s), Original Character Death(s), Older Man/Younger Man, Falling In Love, deconstructing soulmates tropes, Ice and Maverick learn to be friends before they fall in love, Grief/Mourning, Wakes & Funerals, Healthy Relationships, No Love Triangle, Old Age, Mav fucks that old man, Florida

[avicris918]

I just recently read a IceMav fic and for some reason I lost it.

Ice has rescue kittens

They saved a vet clinic from being shut down

They adopted an old cat who loves their kittens

Their cats have plane names

[blueeyeddarkknight]

Val's sexy hip swagger🕺✨🙌

@foreverralways 😉♥️

[imawkwardlysoc]

welcoming your faces with a new chapter. enjoy!

[disneybrandautism]

howdy!!

my names finn or roman!! welcome to my tumblr!! here are some things to get to know me!

my pronouns are he/she/they

i’m 16! (insert the MINORS. MINORS! audio clip here)

i have adhd as well as general anxiety disorder! so if you ever want to chat PLS do but i struggle to reach out because of my anxiety.

i have a LOT of interests so talk to me about whatever, i swear i will respond i LOVE to chat abt them.

i can’t spell very well but i promise i try. i am just a really really bad speller, sometimes it’s unbelievable.

i also say fuck a lot. i swear often.

here are some of my main interests but i’m prone to side quests:

The saw franchise

disney anything. i’ve seen it all. but i specifically love disneyland and disney channel from about 2007-2015.

the hunger games (the books and movies)

Film. Film always. talk to me about movies.

Sander Sides (… it’s borderline a special interest)

stranger things (mostly just steve)

succession (i love flawed characters)

hannibal nbc. i’m crazy about will graham.

community (i love troy and abed)

topgun (but in a gay way.)

marauders (just to mess with the terf)

here are some of my favorite characters (aka characters that are just like me fr):

finnick odair (the hunger games)

rapunzel (tangled)

austin moon (austin and ally)

steve harrington (stranger things)

reggie (julie and the phantoms)

rooster bradshaw (topgun)

tom “iceman” kazansky (topgun)

adam faulkner-stanheight (saw)

roman sanders (sander sides)

virgil sanders (sander sides)

simon “ghost” riley (COD MW2)

kendall roy (succession)

abed nadir (community)

sirius black (hp/marauders)

for sander sides i’m #1 multishipper except for remrom. they are brothers in my noggin.

my dislikes!

I don’t like mean people or people who make fun of me for my interests. unclear instructions. terfs. JKR. loud sounds. passive aggressive people. homework.

my likes!

all the fandoms and characters i previously stated! headcannons. sleep. fashion. plushies. talking to people. playing video games. reading. the color green.

to find me on my other socials!

discord: oatbees or bees#3730

instagram: finnsmojodojocasahouse

tiktok: o4tm1lk0

that’s all!!

[pollyna]

Something something the day Ice realises he's really a dad, and he hopes to never lose the right to be one, is a Friday, and it's because three pair of shoes are aligned on the left side of the door. He knows Mav and his won't change size, but he has a not-so-distant-memory of Bradley's one being half of the size of Mav's, but now they are almost at the same size. He was around for this boy enough to see something as stupid as a change of feet size, but with it came so many other things he almost doesn't know what to do with all the emotions he's feeling.

"Dad, everything's okay?" Bradley asks, after he spent a minute too much staring at their shoes.

"Yeah, Baby Goose," he answers, hugging him. "everything's perfect." Ice smiles, opening his arms to ask for a hug that Bradley delivers without asking.

(Ice hopes that Bradley isn't going to be too tall for another while, just like his shoes aren't going to get too big all of a sudden. He hopes that even if all these changes are going to happen all at once he will be around. He wants to be around.)

[jungle-angel]

Stupid Shit the Dagger Squad did as kids Part 1

Maverick and Goose

I don’t think it’s any secret that these two were unholy terrors growing up

Mav was kind of adopted by Goose’s family who lived in a rural area, plus this was when kids had absolutely ZERO internet access

But Goose and Mav were wicked tight with some of the other neighborhood misfits, like the kids that were considered geeks, weirdos, freaks, dweebs, the whole nine yards

Basically two parts of the whole Ferris Bueller

One time their little gang of hooligans instigated a game of “rock wars” that lasted well into sunset

Oh God......soooooo many bruises

During the summer everybody would gather at Goose’s house and play Bloody Knuckles with quarters

And Goose’s dad would bandage their hands, muttering constantly under his breath “ya dumb fuckin kids” 

One time they built a stunt ramp in the backyard for their bikes......no helmets, no kneepads (lol)

And when it came to the local swimming hole, they really did some dumb shit

Which included four people hanging onto a tire swing while the others pushed for dear life and the ones hanging off the swing had to see who could jump the highest and land in the deep end

They also put a beat up old mattress in the back of the truck belonging to Goose’s dad and would jump off the roof into the truck bed

When they played “Slaps”, eventually Maverick ended up renaming it “Bitch Slaps” because the first person to chicken out would be declared “the bitch”

“Bull Rush” was also a schoolyard favorite (this will be mentioned later)

They almost got in trouble on the school bus for playing “Brain Damage” where these two foolhardy kids would take turns slapping each other on the head with the heaviest textbook in their bag, luckily they were smart enough to have a safe word

Strangely enough, several members of that merry gang of miscreants included Cyclone, Hondo, Iceman, Penny and Warlock (lol)

Years later they still laugh about it

But Maverick had no idea what he was in for until the rest of the Dagger Squad came along (lol)

[tomskreuzfahrt]

Nun, was machen unsere Helden denn abseits ihrer Flugkarriere? Genau. Thomas 'Eismann' Kasanke geht natürlich seinem nabensgebenden Job nach. Er ist der Eismann.

IchsolltekeineEnergieinsolcheShitpostssteckenichhabgenugzutun

[polar-equinoxx]

Galloping into the Cold, Chapter I

Hello! It’s here! Chapter one!! I will be putting it on ao3 at some point soon under mysty_swirl410 :)

Rivalry, first meeting, mentions of abuse, mentions of alcohol

2540 words (somehow)

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The lane Peter was walking along was damp but well lit by the lowering sun. There was mud shoved into the sides of it by carriages and hundreds of feet walking along it. Not that it was a popular road, it just went down to the river bend and to the town the other way. Peter was going to the river, he wanted nothing more but to sit there and relax until it got too dark to see.

A few moments later, he jumps to the side as he hears a thundering of hooves. The dapple grey horse is a blur as it gallops past him, but it was obvious to see that it had no rider.

No rider?

Peter stops and turns around, checking the surroundings for anything, like someone running after the horse. Nothing.

He makes a split second decision to walk back up the path to try and find someone, he did not want to be chasing after a horse on his own.

Suddenly, he’s faced with a point where the lane splits into two. The left heads into town, he knows because he came from that direction; and the other was a smaller path labelled ‘keep out’. Delightful. It led to the Kazansky’s grounds. Peter wrinkles his nose in disgust and tries to think what the horse was tacked up with. It was quite high end stuff compared to the rugged, battered gear he had seen horses around town wear. To his disgust, he makes the decision to continue down the Kazansky’s road.

God he hated them. How they sat in their high and mighty manor and watched people beating horses in order for them to go faster and make the jockey even richer while everyone else in the town starved and died in the streets. He hated how they would hit the horses with their whips they carried and kicked them with the metal spurs they wore on their expensive, polished shoes.

No wonder he’d seen that dapple grey running off. He didn’t blame it.

Not a minute into his walk down the road, he comes face to face with a rider in a muddied red and black jacket on the side of the path. With blond hair.

Is that Ice Kazansky?!

“What are you doing here?” he asks, looking at Peter with eyes that seemed like they could cut stone. “It’s private property,”

Typical Kazansky’s, always moaning about what was theirs. “Was that your horse?” Peter asks.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

This one wasn’t called Ice for nothing. “Are you gonna answer mine?”

Peter’s answer stumps him. “...Yes it was,”

“I know it’s private,” he says. “Just came to see if there was someone who was supposed to be on the horse,”

He frowns at Peter.

“You gonna come with me to find it?” He asks, and finds himself holding out his hand.

“Her,” he snaps, trying to get up but slipping on the mud. He then grudgingly takes Peter’s hand, covering it in mud and just as quickly letting go.

Peter smirks slightly, but it’s gone from his face as soon as it came as he realises just how tall he was, standing half a foot above him.

“What’s your name?”

“Peter,” he says.

“Peter what?”

He pauses, not wanting to tell him. Then he does. “..Peter Mitchell,”

“Mitchell as in the duk-?”

“Yes Mitchell as in the ex-duke,” he says defensively, dreading what he would say next.

But he doesn’t drag it on. “Huh, okay, I’m-”

“Ice Kazansky, I know,”

“It’s Thomas, actually,”

This guy had an actual name?

“Which way did she go?” Thomas asks as they reach the split in the road.

“The left,” Peter replies, leading the way down the path. “What’s her name?”

“What?!”

“.. Your horse, what’s her name?” He repeats, confused.

“Oh, oh um, Marbl,” The fire disappears from his voice.

“Marbl?” Not bad, not bad at all for someone from a family who names their horses Bees Buzzing or something ridiculous like that. “Nice,”

They walk in silence for a while, Peter couldn’t think of anything to say, it wasn’t everyday you went walking down a muddy lane with a Kazansky looking for their horse.

“My parents are going to kill me if I lose her,” Thomas mutters.

“Really?”

He glances at him. “Yes,”

“Well then, let’s find her,” Peter smiles. He had no idea why he was being so nice to this stuck up individual.

As they get closer to the river, Thomas starts to look out even more than he’d been doing. Probably because it was a dead end, there wasn’t a way over the river for a long while in either direction.

He sighs with relief as they both spot the horse standing quietly by one of the willow trees.

Peter hangs back as Thomas goes slowly up to her, and watches him with an expression that couldn’t be described as anything other than complete awe.

“Hey girl, why’d you throw me off like that, huh?”

He wasn’t like anyone else in his family when it came to the horse. He was gentle with her, like he respected her as a living being and not just something to pull carriages or race. Marbl seemed to really trust him not to do anything stupid.

“You going to say hello?”

He snaps out of his trance as Thomas looks back at him. “M- me?”

“Well, you’re the only one here, so, yes, you,” he replies.

Peter’s heart is hammering in his chest as he walks slowly up to them both. Marbl was massive, and he meant massive. The tips of her ears were at least another half a foot above Thomas’s head, and that was tall enough for him.

“You look like you’ve never seen a horse before,” Thomas muses.

“I haven’t, not this close at least,”

“Really?” his voice is shocked.

“Uh huh,” he replies as he stares at Marbl, her mane in an intricate braid than runs down her neck and a little way down her shoulder. A smile creeps onto his face as he feels her warm breath on his face.

And suddenly Thomas had grabbed his hand and put it on her neck.

Peter’s eyes widen in shock for an instant, and then his smile comes back, feeling nothing but the warm fuzz of Marbl’s dapple-grey coat under his hand.

Marbl nickers softly.

“Woah,” he breathes, looking back at Thomas for a second, only to discover he was smiling. Feeling more confident about being in such close quarters with the horse, he slowly moves his hand up to stroke her face.

“She likes you,” Thomas says.

“Really?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t normally let people stroke her nose,”

Peter didn’t know that his smile could get wider, but somehow it did.

“Where were you riding her to?” he asks, looking at the patterns on Marbl’s leather bridle.

“Here, believe it or not. Where were you going?”

“Here,”

Thomas laughs and Peter looks back to him.

“What?”

“We would have met anyway,”

“That a bad thing?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.

“What? No..” he says it like he means it, which was, again breaking the Kazansky stereotype that Peter had built. “No,”

“Okay,” he smirks. “Its getting kinda late, I gotta get back,”

“Oh, alright, where you headed?”

“Back to town, I’ll catch you later,” the last bit was out before he could stop it.

“Alright,”

He didn’t know what was weirder, the fact that he had said he’ll see him later, or that Thomas hadn’t denied it. But he pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind as he salutes him and starts to walk back.

Well that was the strangest half an hour of my life to date. He thinks.

“Peter,”

“Uh huh?” he spins back around as Thomas says his name.

He pauses for a moment. “Want a ride?”

“I’ve… never ridden-”

“There’s always a first time,” he shrugs.

Something unexpected and fizzy begins inside him. “Oh.. kay?”

“Do you know how to get on a horse?” Thomas asks as he joins him at Marbl’s side again.

“Uhh..” He’s gonna think I’m such a nobody, not even knowing how to mount a horse.

“It’s okay if not,” he gives a small smile.

Never mind then. “Nope,”

“Right then, step one, get your foot on the stirrup. No help allowed,”

Peter stares at him. No way he was serious. The stirrup came up to his hip.

He laughs. “I’m kidding,” he says as he kneels on the ground, linking his hands together. “As I help, get your other leg over her, whilst holding onto the pommel,”

“The.. what?”

“The front bit of the saddle,” he replies. “Foot,”

Swallowing, Peter puts his foot on Thomas’ linked hands and grips onto the pommel, as he called it. Then he pushes him up enough so he can get his right leg over.

“Oh my god-” He gets out. It was so high.

Thomas smiles at him. “Tada!”

“H-how do you manage this?”

“Manage what?”

“Th- the tallness?”

He shakes his head as he lifts himself up onto Marbl’s back in front of Peter. “I don’t know, I guess I’m used to it,”

Peter had to fight the urge to wrap his arms around Thomas’ middle. “Uh huh,”

He twists his head around to look at him. “You think I’m going to make you sit there and hold on to nothing?”

Peter doesn’t say anything, his mouth parched.

He sighs, smiling as he gets a hold of Peter’s hands and tugs them around him. “I’m not gonna go fast,”

“Okay,” He hoped Thomas couldn’t feel his heart beating out of his chest as he clung on to him.

“Come on Marbl,”

There’s a jolt as Marbl starts walking slowly, and it makes Peter involuntarily tighten his arms around Thomas.

“This okay?” he asks.

“Mhm,” Peter raises his head to look over Thomas’ shoulder to see in front of them. They were so high up, it made Peter feel like he could touch the sky. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, half of him wanted them to go faster, and the other half wanted to run in the opposite direction.

It felt like such a short while they were walking back to town, for no real reason, Peter didn’t really want it to end.

“Oh god,” Thomas mutters under his breath as they reach the end of the path.

“What?”

“My mother’s over there,”

“Oh. And?”

“And?!” Thomas swings around to glare at Peter, who leans back to avoid knocking his chin against his shoulder.

He stays silent.

“And if she sees us I’m dead and you’re on the next train outta here! She thinks I’ve been at the stables the whole day!” he hisses.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go, she won’t notice,” he unhooks his arms from his middle and swings his leg over Marbl so he can slide off.

Thomas looks at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Thank you,” Peter says as his feet hit the road.

He gives him a curt nod.

“Will I see you again? You know for a Kazansky you’re not bad,”

Thomas thinks over this for a minute. “River, eleven am,” he replies, not letting out any hint of emotion.

Peter can’t stop the smile as he watches Ice Kazansky and Marbl turn around and canter back down the road.

» ✧ «

That night, the Kazansky’s dinner table is shrouded in a quiet tension. Thomas sits there, passing the time by sipping his drink. It was some kind of fruity, cold, expensive drink thing that his parents thought was his favourite. It wasn’t. He didn’t like any of the posh drinks his family bought at a hundred dollars a bottle or got given by equally rich friends. The fizz left an uncomfortable feeling across his tongue and the alcohol stripped his throat. But he drinks it all the same.

“Thomas,” comes the voice of his father.

“Yes father?”

“Your mother tells me she saw you in town with a…” he searches for the word. “Commoner,”

His heart sinks. “O-oh?”

“A commoner?! In town?!” Rupert, his older brother caws from beside him.

“Quiet Rue,” his mother says.

“Do you have anything except for, oh?”

He shakes his head. “No father,”

“Do you deny it?”

His heart is racing, a sick feeling beginning in the pit of his stomach. “No father,”

“You mean you were in town, with that damn horse of yours and a commoner?!”

“Marbl is not a damn horse,” The words were out before he could stop them.

“What did you say?” his father says slowly.

“N-nothing,” Sweat was breaking out on the palms of his hands.

“Abigail, please take yourself and Rue out,”

His mother does so, and Thomas turns his head away from his brothers mocking laughter.

“Stand up,”

He does so, knocking his chair backwards, and it teeters before he grabs it to stop it from falling over.

“If anyone catches you in town again, I will take that damn horse and shoot it myself, you hear me?”

“Y-yes father,” His voice was shaking as much as he was.

“Louder,”

“Yes father,”

“Look me in the eyes and say it, Thomas,”

He swallows as he looks into his fathers grey eyes inches away from his own. “Yes father, I understand,”

He almost doesn’t feel the impact of his fathers hand against his cheek, but a few seconds later, a red hot sting erupts across his face. He bites the inside of his cheek as he backs away, averting his eyes to stare at the floor.

“You’d better remember it,” he spits, stalking back to the other end of the table. “They can come back in. Thomas, get out of here, I don’t want to lay my eyes on you for another day,”

He doesn’t take a second chance as he walks out of the room, pressing his hand to his nose that he could feel was slowly dripping blood.

Somehow, he gets to his room, rushing into the en suite to grab a wad of tissue for his nose. He kicks off his boots and formal jacket, everything was too tightly fitted.

He hates it, hates it all, his parents, his sugar-coated life, the dozens of outfits he had for every occasion imaginable and for the ones that don’t even exist, the food and the drink and everything in between.

Meeting Peter earlier couldn’t have been just a coincidence, right? They were going to have met anyway, but he managed to let Marbl chuck him off and then that’s why they met earlier than they were going to. He lets out a breath, slumping to the floor in the bathroom, leaning his head on the wall as the bottom half of his vision blurred with unshed tears.

Peter wasn’t really like any other people he’d met around town on his family’s outings. He gave him a chance to be something other than his surname. He remembers the look of awe he had given him when he went up to Marbl once they’d found her.

And the smile he’d given him like eight times, no-one had ever smiled at him like that.

Thomas liked the way he had smiled at him.