#action sequence

Tenzin was whooping Zaheer's ass but the rest of the Red Lotus jumps on him

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE:

Freefall

Ethan hunt x y/n y/l/n

Synopsis: y/n’s first time jumping out of a helicopter.

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You stood near the edge of the rooftop, arms crossed tight across your chest, your breathing shallow. The city lights blurred below, but all you could hear was your heartbeat pounding like a war drum in your ears. You hadn’t even noticed Ethan step up beside you—until his voice cut through the noise in your head.

“Hey.” His tone was low, calm. Measured. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer right away. You didn’t trust your voice. But the look you gave him said enough.

Ethan didn’t push. He just nodded, stepping a little closer, leaning on the railing as if he had all the time in the world. “You know, I’ve been in situations where everything is on the line—lives, missions, even the world. And sometimes, it still hits me like a freight train. That feeling.”

You glanced at him, surprised. Ethan Hunt, the guy who jumped out of planes and scaled buildings like it was nothing, admitting he got anxious?

“I’ve learned something,” he went on, eyes fixed on the skyline. “Anxiety isn’t weakness. It’s awareness. It means your mind’s trying to protect you. But you don’t have to let it control you.”

You looked down at your hands, still shaking. “It just gets…loud.”

Ethan nodded slowly. “I know. When it gets like that, you breathe. Not shallow, like now.” He glanced at you with a small, knowing smile. “Real breath. In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Five seconds in, seven out.”

He demonstrated once. You tried it. Still shaky. He waited.

“Again.”

And again. And again.

The world didn’t stop spinning—but it slowed, just enough.

“There you go,” he said quietly. “You’re not alone in this. You don’t have to prove anything. Just take it moment by moment.”

For the first time in hours, you met his gaze and managed a small nod.

Ethan gave a half-smile. “You’ve got this, Y/N. Trust me.”

—

Your hands still shook. But the weight of his presence — the way he believed in you without blinking — started to anchor something deeper inside.

The pilot called back. “Thirty seconds!”

Ethan stood, reaching down to you. “You don’t have to be fearless. Just brave enough to try.”

You stared at his hand. Calloused. Steady. Safe.

Your fingers closed around his.

Together, you moved to the edge of the chopper. The wind hit you like a wave. The world waited below.

“One,” Ethan said beside you, voice steady. “Two…”

You looked at him.

He gave you a nod — not forcing, not pushing. Just believing.

“…Three.”

And you jumped.

The sky opened up around you, rushing past as gravity took over — but the fear didn’t win. Because you weren’t falling.

You were flying.

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Aftermath

The landing zone was quiet — a clearing in the snow-dusted valley, lit only by the low winter sun and the steady beeping of tracking signals. You hit the ground hard, your knees buckling slightly as you rolled, the chute dragging across the ground before collapsing.

You sat there for a second. Breathing. Frozen. Alive.

Then you laughed. Out loud. Disbelieving.

You did it.

The crunch of boots in the snow made you turn.

Ethan jogged over, his chute already detached, snow clinging to his jacket and hair. “How’s the adrenaline?”

“Still screaming,” you said breathlessly.

He crouched beside you, looking you over quickly. “You okay?”

You nodded, then looked down at your hands. “I thought I wouldn’t make it out of the chopper.”

“You didn’t have to,” he said gently. “You chose to.”

You glanced at him. “You ever get tired of being right?”

He smirked. “No. But I’ve got good taste in people who prove me right.”

You laughed again, softer this time. The fear hadn’t vanished completely — but something stronger had taken its place. Trust. In yourself. In him.

“You were right,” you admitted. “I didn’t need to be fearless. Just brave enough.”

Ethan’s smile was quieter this time. “You were.”

He offered you a hand again. You took it without hesitation this time, and as he pulled you to your feet, you realized something:

You weren’t the same person who’d sat frozen in that helicopter.

You were stronger now.

You’d jumped.

And you’d survived.

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Me when I read about fighting in books or fanfiction:

One this I really like about the magical girl genre is of course the fight scenes mainly because it’s a creative way to see how the fighting is choreographed and animated and are often fluid in an action sequence.

“never let your guard down”