I may be a weirdo…BUT I love it in fics where ICE FUCKING LIVES!!!!! and he goes on a hop with Mav (HIS HUSBAND!!!!!!!!) and scares the living shit out of the dagger squad. it’s so fucking funny and it’s even funnier when the rest of the 86 flyboys join in
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Livin’ On A Prayer | Top Gun Marverick Fanfic AU ✈️
Established Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ x Amber ‘Skysolo’ Kazansky , Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Hazel ‘Daredevil’ Quinn
Characters mentioned: Wraith, Georgia ‘Peach’ Wells, Frostbite, Dane ‘Bone Saw’ Bradshaw & Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, Maverick and etc
Timeline: 3 Years Post-Top Gun Maverick
Summary: Jacob Seresin never in a million years thought he’d be asking the Admiral a very simple yet important question
Notes: ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I WRITTEN A FIC FOR THIS FANDOM 😘 (pls be nice!!)
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He was sweating. He was nervous. He might as well been a little nauseous.
This was rare for him. Hangman is never this anxious for anything. But the fact that he was so happy yet terrified of the prospect? That made him nervous.
For the past three years, he’s been on cloud nine.
He’s studying to become an official member of Top Gun, to someday teach a group of young pilots and not just go out on missions where he’s deployed from weeks or months at a time. He has been able to rekindle friendships with his fellow Daggers and been to a few of their previous projects as well. But the biggest thing was that he found himself in the position of being with The Admiral’s daughter.
Amber Nic Kazansky.
Never in a billion years would Jake ever believe he’d be here. He’s been so busy and terrified of a commitment relationship before, in fear that if he’d ever get into a situation where something bad happened to him—he will be leaving his loved ones behind and completely heartbroken. Or worse.
But when a certain Angel walked into his life? Oh jeez, he couldn’t help but feel a burst of emotion and curiosity, that made him completely uneasy yet excited at the same time.
And now, here he stood outside of her parent’s house about to ask the biggest question of his life.
Yeah, sure, he could’ve asked Maverick or Frost to Amber’s hand in marriage. But he knew deep down, he’d just needed to get to the source of his love. Daredevil and Iceman—Tom and Hazel. Wraith, Danny, Frostbite and even his own sister said, he’d probably chock on his own spit. Oh god, he hoped not.
With a deep and steady breath, he knocked on the door of the house today. He waited on the front porch eyeing every single detail of the house. The flowers, the swing on the front porch, the coloring of the door, and how the windows to the living room were cracked open to let in the cold breeze. Oh gosh—this must’ve been anyone’s guess to run now and save yourself.
GAH! What was Jake saying?! He’s been to this house plenty of times before and even cracked a beer with this family more times than he can count! Suddenly he’s scared shitless? Great job, Hangman…you’re screwed.
He quickly snapped out of it once the door swung open to showcase the lovely brunette who lived here. Hazel smiled softly, her hair was tossed in a low bun, black jeans and a navy blue graphic t-shirt hung loosely underneath her sweater. Hell, she was wearing slippers with socks on. That gave Jake some relief.
“Jake, hi.” Hazel greeted him, leaning her body weight over the doorway, “How are you, honey?”
“Hi ma’am.” He greeted in return with a smile, “I’m doing well, thanks for asking.”
“That’s good, sweetheart. Um Amber isn’t here, she’s out with Peach and Phoenix, sorry.”
“Oh no, no! I mean…I know, I know that she is. I actually came by to see you.”
“Me? For what for? Did you boys get in trouble again?”
Jake laughed and shook his head. Maverick, him and the rest of daggers had a silly reputation of getting in trouble sometimes, resulting in needing someone to bail them out. Mainly Audrey, Ice and Hazel.
“No, no, we’re fine.” He replied reassuringly her, “I think it’s better if I do this inside. It’s pretty chilly out here.”
Hazel nods smiling as she led him into the kitchen. The two chatted softly about work and how things were going in their personal lives, as Hazel poured him a drink. They chuckled and smiled as they spoke, until the brunette remembered what Jake originally came here for.
“So, Jake, what did you want to ask me?” Hazel asked kindly, taking a sip of her drink.
He paused sipping his drink midway through as he took a breather and answered, “Well…um, it’s something involving me and your daughter.”
“You’re not having trouble with your relationship, are you? Because then there will be an issue. ”
Hazel put her drink down in curiosity, as she searched Hangman’s eyes for an answer. From the moment he walked in, she could practically smell something was happening in his behavior. He was usually cheeky, extremely warm and friendly with others, aside from his cocky demeanor at times. Overall she liked him. But today? He was pretty much just not his usual self.
“Jake.” She started with a kind yet strong tone, “Whatever it is. You can tell me, might as well say it now or forever hold your peace.”
He nods and cleared his throat before smiling as he strongly stated, “I want to marry your daughter, Ms. Kazansky.”
Hazel was silent for a moment. Her expression seemed almost content yet calm, as if trying to figure out what exactly he was implying here. Yet, she couldn’t help but let a grin rise to her lips. She shook her head fondly and exhaled lightly. She did tell him to say it now or forever hold his peace. And he stated that firmly, she admired that part. She’ll have to talk with Tom about all of this later on, of course.
Jake stood there, shifting between his hands and her gaze, waiting for her to speak and say something. But by her expression, he could tell she was thinking positive about his statement.
“Yes.” Hazel said softly after a long pause as she nodded fondly, “Okay.”
“Okay?” Jake asked repeatedly her words, trying to understand what she meant by that.
“Mhm, ‘okay’ as in, yes, you can marry Amber.”
Jake just stared at her blankly as Hazel burst into laughter and shook her head fondly, running her fingers through her hair.
“What? You thought I was going to bite your head off?” She asked, snorting and grinning at him.
He only nodded and awkwardly shrugging before replying, “Sorta? Bradshaw practically said that you might as well, straight up kick me out.”
“Bradley is just to scare ya. If anything, the person who would try to do that is Wraith. Me on the other hand? You, Jake, have earned my respect and trust in your decision to be with Amber.”
“Thanks, Ms. Kazansky. It means a lot coming from you, really.”
She couldn’t help but smirk as she asked, “Now, did my future son in law buy my girl a ring yet?”
Jake only shook his head and chuckled, “No, no, i haven’t. Coyote is planning on helping me out with that later…”
“…but first you need my husband’s permission for her hand in marriage?”
“Yup.” Jake replied before chuckling to himself remembering how he stood earlier, “Actually I was terrified that he would be the one to open the door first and not you.”
Hazel once more chuckled and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before replying, “Hey, you have nothing to worry about, Jake.”
“Eh, did you forget that your husband has diplomatic immunity in 46 countries?”
“…right. Well, he knows you will never hurt his girl, and if you did? Kid, you might as well have asked Maverick first to save your ass. Good luck, honey.”
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Mrs. Quinn-Kazansky pointed out that her husband was in his study as usual on Wednesday afternoons.
Tom always had a rather decent routine on Wednesdays—wake up early for a walk, head over to the library with his wife, check on his friendships and return home to stay in his home office to get as much work done as possible—afterwards the rest of the day, he was in his study. Then as the night came, he’ll find himself on the couch enjoying a movie.
The older blonde was sitting at his desk, dressed in grey sweatpants, a dark green cardigan, and some sandals. Not to forget his reading glasses. His fingers were tapping against the keyboard as he wrote another email. He heard a knock on the door.
“Come in!” He called out, as his gaze fell upon the door that slowly swung open.
His expression softened slightly seeing who entered his study, however his eyebrows stayed harden as they furrowed. Hangman was in his study this afternoon. It wasn’t uncommon for the young blonde to be at his house for multiple reasons, but it was odd for him to enter his study. Rare even.
“Sir.” Jake greeted him politely with a soft smile as he walked in further, “Is this a bad time?”
Tom inhales deeply checking the time on his watch and then shifted his focus to Jake. He could always use a much needed break from his schedule. He shook his head and stood up from the chair briefly to greet him as he smiled.
“Not at all, Jake.” He replied shaking his head and gesturing for him to sit down in one of chairs provided. “How you been?”
“Good, I’ve been good, sir.” Answered the younger blonde with a light smile. “How about you?”
“Ah, you know how it is. Work, travel and going to events every so often.”
“Sounds busy.” Jake said chuckling softly.
Tom nods as he chuckled, “More or less, if not I’ll hand over my work to Slider.”
“Anything in particular that you’re looking forward to?”
“The Naval Ball.” Tom answered as a grin approached on his lips, “Are you going this year?”
Jake broke into a matching expression and chuckled before nodding, “I will. And hopefully I might get to join your family at the table soon.”
“I don’t truly follow, kid. What do you mean?”
At that, Jake realized he might’ve slipped a little too early on the reason why he’s here. He bit in his inner, shifting his gaze between the older blonde and the pictures frames on his desks, as if trying to figure out what to say next. Tom’s expression was one of confusion, intrigue and slight patience, as his eyebrows grew more firm.
Seresin will never admit but if anything, he’s a bit more anxious than he expected. Ever since he realize he was dating The Admiral ‘Iceman’ Kazansky’s daughter—His only child that he had raised since birth by himself, until Hazel came along and made their family grow into something amazing—he knew if ever broke Amber’s heart, he’d be a dead man.
As calm, sharp and collected as Tom can be on the outside, with a presence that can make anyone respect him, on the inside? There was an ice cold storm brewing, that you won’t find until you provoked it hard enough or you did something wrong to make it relevant to the game. Overall? Tom is one of the most respectable and kindhearted man in the lineup of Admirals within this side of the country.
And if asking Hazel seemed easier than expected, then Tom would be tougher to deal with. That meant he had to choose his words carefully.
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After a long pause, realizing that he might’ve zoned out into his thoughts and cleared his throat, catching the other man’s attention. Jake took a breath before speaking.
“I meant, it’s actually the exact reason I came here, sir.” Jake started sitting up a bit in his chair. “As you know, I’ve been with your daughter for the past three years now…and we’ve been doing pretty well so far.”
Tom nods as he smiled, “That I do know, yes. You make my daughter very happy, Jake, and I’m glad about that fact.”
“Uh, thank you, Mr. Kazansky. I’m always happy to hear that you’re feeling good about our relationship, because I want to ask you something about that.”
“Go on. I’m sure it must be important if you came here to see me personally.”
“It is, yes..”
Jake took a breath, inhaling deeply and pushing away his nerves as it said the next line.
“I’ll like to have your permission to marry Amber, sir.” Jake said firmly, however you can hear in the unfamiliar tone in his speech. “Look. I understand I might not have been the first choice, you had when you pictured sharing your daughter with…I’m a bit impulsive, and unprofessional at times, I even been known loose my cool if I feel like I need to one up the competition…but you seen my record and reports on the field. I like to believe I’m a good pilot.”
Tom just nodded silently, his expression stern and steady as if he was reading the younger blonde.
Jake continued, “But when it comes to Amber, well…from the very first moment I saw her, I didn’t know what hit me in that bar, I just knew I needed to say something. Before I knew it, the weeks went by and I fell in love with her. And ever since, as much as I may act dumb..or silly, I do it to make sure she’s okay. She’s my angel in a way…? So anyways, I just want you to know that I promise to be a good man to her, even if you deny my request..”
Tom simply doesn’t say a single word as he nods once more. He just watches Jake.
He wasn’t blindsided by the fact that the man in front of him was a good pilot or proud fighter. He wasn’t afraid to tell his friends that Jake was a good boyfriend to Amber. He wasn’t a bit surprised by the way he respects and praised her. Tom knew his daughter was a beauty to care for and protect at the end of the day.
However, he grew increasingly worried as Amber was growing up that she will never find anyone who appreciated and gave her the same amount of patience or encouragement that he gave her. Before Hazel, he was just him and his daughter, along with their friends. In response? He grew protective and almost always steered away from anyone who tried to mess with her.
Maverick would call him overprotective but then again, his best friend and wing man, understood deeply onto the feelings he held for his child.
Tom made sure that if Amber ever had a boyfriend, they will know he meant business. Ice cold, no mistakes, just like his callsign. His daughter wasn’t something to mess around with and if someone harmed her? Well, there is a reason his best friends were ranked very well, in the positions they played.
He knew someday his little girl will be walked down the aisle to her future husband and Tom will never admitted—it’s probably a cliche at best—but no man will ever make his princess happy as much as him. No one was ever good enough for his daughter. That she’d stay young forever and never leave his arms.
Or so he thought.
And here stood Jacob ‘Hangman’ Seresin in a moment of vulnerability asking for his permission to have his own daughter, become his wife.
“Okay.” Tom started in a soft tone, “To be honest, when Amber first told me about you, I thought that she was incredibly tired and wasn’t thinking straight. Because most pilots you met at the bar aren’t always in your best interest.”
“I-sir.” Jake said opening his mouth to defend himself, but was cut off by the older men who held up his hand.
“I thought that my Amby is going to have to be extremely cautious about this. Especially when I found out your position on the Uranium Mission with Maverick and the other Daggers. And when I read your file? I realized what my wingman and I had to keep an eye out for you as time went on.”
“Sir, in my defense i was—”
“And then you saved the day in the end. Maverick sang yours and the Daggers praises…so i figured, why not give this hot shot a chance? And as you know, I wasn’t too excited about meeting, but i was earger..”
“I know..”
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Suddenly, Tom stood up pouring himself a glass of water seltzer, due to Hazel’s persistence in making sure he stayed in good health, and kindly offered him a glass. Jake gladly accepted the offer and took a sip of his drink, waiting for Tom to continue. His gaze followed the older blonde as he nodded.
“But afterwards, I realized that you had very strong potential to earn my respect.” Tom said taking a sip of her seltzer water and turning around to lean around the countertop as he smile. “Soon enough, in the past 3 years, you earned my respect, my trust and my credibility. You proved how much you value your career, your friendships and loved ones. Most importantly? You proved to me how passionate and commitment, you are to my Amber.”
Jake couldn’t help but smile graciously at his compliments. He nods politely, having never heard anything like that, from any other father he met before. It gave him a sense of pride and hope for the rest of his day.
Tom continued, “But Jake, i gotta know, if you marry her, you understand that with the career you have, there are risks? She’ll be married to that part and you will have to accept everything in between.”
Jake furrowed his eyebrows at his question, because he knew that his girlfriend was a daughter of an Admiral, so she understood things. But he also marriage to Amber meant that it’s different in a sense, because she would be more likely involved in things. Moving into a larger house, deployments will hurt a bit more, planning or going to events, kids might be involved someday and so much more.
But he thought, hey if I managed to do this relationship with Amber so far, what’s the long haul for anyway? It’s a ride that he’s willing to take!
His gaze shifted to Iceman with a confident expression as he nods, “I understand that, sir. And I intend to make sure I can go back home at the end of the day to be with her…”
Tom smiled, staring off into the distance as he responded, “You know? When I first married Hazel, I wasn’t so sure of everything that will happen to us but I had confidence that we will figure it out. The best part was—is coming home to her in the end, knowing that we were okay.”
“That sounds lovely. I hope I can feel the same way someday.”
“Oh, you will.”
Jake furrow his eyebrows in confusion as Tom opened up one of a drawers, and removed a small piece of jewelry from it. In a swift gesture, he took the younger blonde’s hand and carefully placed in his palm, as Jake looked at him with a wide smile.
“You have my full respect and permission to marry her.” Tom said grinning softly, his voice filled with high regard. “Make me proud, son.”
“I will.” Jake replied returning the soft grin.
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AHHH I WROTE THIS WITHOUT A DAY, SO I HOPE YALL LIKE IT!! 🙈✨I didn’t proofread this but I had a fun time making it.
Pls let me know what you think 💭 remember to like, comment and share
I need the Daggers to have a TikTok Account, hear me out!
Coyote: "Were the Daggers, of course we look amazing in our flight suits." He does a twirl and strikes a pose. Applause behind the camera.
Cut to Halo: "Were the Daggers, of course we managed to get good callsigns." In the background someone yells “Fuck off, Egg White!”. Halo gives the camera a pointed look. “We definetly good the good call signs.”
Cut to Fanboy: "Were the Daggers, of course our CO is the Navy's greatest pilot." He holds up a picture of Maverick lying on the ground, he stumbled over his open shoelaces. “But seriously. He is.”
Cut to Fritz: "We're the Daggers, of course we've been at least once at Top Gun." The camera zooms out, so we can see the base he’s standing in front of. He does a thumbs up. “Crazy place!”
Cut to Hangman: "We’re the Daggers, of course we're the best of the best." Rooster in the background gives him the finger. Hangman doesn’t see it. Chuckling behind the camera. “What’s so funny?”
Cut to Phoenix: "We're the Daggers, of course we blackmail each other with embarassing photos." Bob is sitting in the background. He looks up into the camera and gives it a serious nod.
Cut to Omaha: "We're the Daggers, of course we look back at our academy days in shame." Fritz walks by and grimaces.
Cut to Payback, in a bar: "We're the Daggers, of course we loose a shit ton of money to each other when we play pool at the hard deck. Well, some of us." He smirks. Groaning behind the camera.
Cut to Bob: "We're the Daggers, of course we have a group chat." His phone lights up and he shows the screen to the camera. We see a group chat that gets new messages every couple seconds. “Guys? You know we’re all on the same base right now? We can actually talk to each other.”
Cut to Yale, it’s night by now and he’s standing in front of a dimly lit house in otherwise darkness. There’s whispering in the background. "We're the Daggers, of course we continue the tradition of raiding the CO's liquor stack."
Cut to Harvard, inside of a house. Looks like a living room. Everyone is standing in the middle of the room and shouting; it’s loud. Harvard looks bewildered. "We're the Daggers, of course our CO is married to an Admiral and didn't tell us about it. He also didn't tell us about one of us being his legal child." Cut to the zoomed in background where we can see a blurry figure standing in a corner with a glass in its hand. Cut to Harvard, now in selfie mode and close to his face. He whispers: “That’s the fucking COMPACFLT.”
Cut to Rooster in the same living room. He has a small, awkward smile on his face while Phoenix stands a bit behind him and looks pissed. "We're the Daggers, of course it never gets boring with us around, I guess." Hangman sneaks into the frame, kisses Rooster and runs away, yelling something like “it never does”. Rooster stands there, too stunned to speak. Behind the camera: “Wait, did he just-“
Cut to Maverick sitting in a comfortable looking armchair, elbows on his knees and a beer in his hands. He’s laughing into the camera and speaks with a soft voice: "They're my Daggers and of course they’re family." “No no no, you’re supposed to say- what, did you just call us family? Guys, Mav just called us his family!” Happy shouting erupts in the background and Maverick is being group-hugged by several aviators around him. The camera shakes and the video ends.
Now hold on!! What about an iceman blurb! Anything would work honestly
prompt I chose: I love the way your brain works.
"how's it going?" Ice asks from his spot on the sofa, glancing over at you on the loveseat. you're hunched over, eyes narrowed in concentration, lips tucked between your teeth. "don't hurt yourself."
"I'll bite you," you warn absently, not glancing up at him.
he smirks, just about to quip something witty back, when you drop your voice a few octaves and mock him, "I should be so lucky."
"trying to say I'm getting predictable or something, slugger?"
"love it when you talk baseball to me," you mutter, still not looking away from your deformed chain. "gets me real hot and bothered."
he can't wipe that grin off his face--that broad one that only you can stick on his lips for more than a few fleeting minutes.
your fingers are tangled in yarn, as are your forearms somehow, and you can't quite figure out how yarning over works or what the fuck chaining one even means. your concoction doesn't look great--hardly looks good, even--but it's much better than when you first started.
Ice knows that you're dedicated like this. you'll spend your day off picking up a new hobby and obsessively restart it until it begins to resemble something remotely successful. he admires it, really, how stubborn you are about it.
since this is a rare day off for him, too, he spent it doing the things he enjoys but hardly gets to do. he went for a run, grabbed decent coffee from the local roasterie, grilled steak for dinner. and now he's watching an old baseball game--except he's moreso been watching you diligently work on whatever it is you're making.
"whatcha making anyway?" Ice hums, raising his brows and craning his neck to look at the twists of yarn in his lap.
very seriously, you hold up a very uneven and pathetic rope that took you more time than you care to admit to complete, and look him dead in the eyes.
"a scarf," you tell him, "for you."
and dammit if he doesn't have a hard time keeping up that cool exterior. so much so that when he's at home with you, there's really no such thing as Iceman--he's just Tom. still, he tries to keep some semblance of composure.
"oh?" he asks, his heart pulsing with affection. with the baseball game still droning on in the background and totally forgotten, he pushes himself up on his elbows before nodding sharply for you to come to him. "c'mere. I wanna try it on."
you debate it for a moment, looking down at your creation. it isn't necessarily what you envisioned when you started out. it's certainly not thick enough to be a scarf--nor is it long enough to wrap around his throat twice.
"c'mon," he encourages, a grin tugging at his lips. "I won't bite."
and this time, Ice mocks you, raising his voice a few octaves and waggling his eyebrows: "I wish you would."
narrowing your eyes at him, but biting a smile all the same, you slink off the sofa and then settle yourself on his lap, a fair amount of blue yarn trailing behind you.
Ice, smirking, holds onto your thighs and watches as you detangle yourself from your creation, eyebrows knit.
"got it, slugger?"
"you're in the danger zone," you warn, all bark and no bite. "here."
he sits up and lets you wrap the scarf around his throat, never minding that it's the middle of summer in California or the fact that he only has on a tee-shirt and boxers right now.
and then you press your palms against his hard belly, lips pursed as you admire the color against his tanned skin. he's grinning up at you, massaging the meat of your thighs until you're squirming a bit.
"how do I look?" he asks.
sucking your teeth, you fidget with a particularly strange looking stitch.
"whipped," you answer honestly.
he barks out a big laugh and you keen.
"that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen," you chuckle. he's still laughing and now you're laughing harder, too. "I mean, really, don't wear that out of the house! it's bad!"
"no, it's not!" he insists.
groaning, you collapse on his chest, cheek pressed against his neck.
"I just wasted my day off," you complain, but he can still feel that smile on your lips, that chuckle in your throat.
he smooths his hands over your hair, humming.
"nuh-uh," he insists. "I love it. really, I do! I'm gonna wear it to work tomorrow."
"fat chance," you snort.
he teasingly pinches your sides until you're squeaking and burrowing deeper against the warm skin of his throat.
"how 'bout this," he starts, tucking your hair behind your ears and craning his neck to catch your gaze. "Mav's birthday's coming up. we could always...regift."
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I had a random thought while listening to Timer POVs..
(Timer POVs do things istg)
And what if, Slider and Goose are exes and they see each other again at TopGun, so while Ice is either hating on or trying to makeout with Maverick, Goose and Slider are giving each other death stares.
And so one day, Maverick askes Goose, “why do you and Ron glare at each other?” Goose explains to Maverick that they used to date. And Maverick is all shocked like “YOU DATED!?” And Slider and Ice walk in (let’s say they’re in the locker room and it’s now just them four in there), and Slider goes; “Bradshaw!” In a smirky way and Goose responds with “Kerner.” In a snarky way.
So later, in TG:M, on one special day where Maverick is teaching and everyone is filing in the room to their seats, Rooster and Hangman bump into each other, Hangman grins and Rooster frowns.
“Bradshaw!” Hangman’s grin widens.
“Seresin.” Rooster nearly sighs.
And that’s how Maverick finds out a few things.
1. Hangman is obviously Sliders son.
2. These two are exes.
3. These two act exactly like their parents.
And
4. They aren’t officially like their parents, because this time, they’re getting back together. And they’re made for each other.
Maverick nearly groans, but, as long as it’s Seresin, he doesn’t think he’ll give Bradley to anyone else. Because Goose and Slider were to blinded by rage to get back together. These two, on the other hand, aren’t. Competitive? Yes. But they’re more like Ice and him (Maverick) than their own parents (even though the whole exes thing is exactly their parents). So Maverick promises himself, that he’ll help those two get back together. Because they are so obviously in love.
Long story short, Bradley and Jake have been given the chance to get back together again, unlike their parents Nick and Ron (Goose and Slider).
