#anyone??

[uhhh-ghouls007]

This could totally be ordinary

[meiinoe]

oh, your love is sunlight closeups below :))

[seaotter-17]

*chanting* DDD BACK ON MONDAY DDD BACK ON MONDAY DDD BACK ON MONDAY DDD BACK ON MONDAY DDD BACK ON MONDAY

ever think about her acknowledging affection too late.

[jarviscunter]

Hello who ordered uhhhh.. smarvis??

[stanleycupavoider]

it is a sin and a crime that not one y’all is writing good smut fics for kaprizov. i could find not a crumb! sickening and chilling

[maybege]

I fear that watching House of the Dragon had pulled me back into my knight!Paz phase

[xihe1874]

I've been reading a lot of AMAZING fics where Ice had lived and monitored the whole uranium mission. They are so heart-breaking in the best way that Ice had to endure astronomical hardships of sending his husband and his adopted son to a suicide mission and listening to their mutual saving. It must have been so devastating for him.

I LOVE how those authors managed to depict such deep feelings. It only made the happy ending more touching.

Then I can't help but think of the fourth person in this event–Hangman. His reaction would definitely be very interesting given his complicated personality and even more complicated relationship with Bradley.

So here is my headcanon:

After debriefing, Admiral Kazansky wanted to have a private talk with Hangman.

The young pilot stood in the Admiral's office in an obviously defiant manner and didn't salute.

"You saved the day. But I hope you learnt something from the mission. I hope you learnt that you should never leave your wingman."

Hangman just sneered angrily.

"The pot calling the kettle black, sir. Remember how you refused to let me save them?"

To save Mav and Bradley. If he was late for even one second... No. He would not think about that.

"You just let them be. Heard that Mav was your wingman for a while? That's really some cold-hearted shit, sir. And now you are telling me not to leave my wingman?"

He would probably be court-martialled by saying to a four-star admiral like that, but he didn't care.

The Admiral just stared at him deeply.

Several minutes later, he began to talk.

He talked about two pilots–best of the best–started as rival and became wingmen, best friends, then life-long lovers.

He talked about pulling papers of one particular brown-eyed young man begged by a dying mother, and how painful it was for his dads.

He talked about long-drawn-out estrangement within a family and the bitter reunion.

He talked about guilt, debt, tears, responsibility, sacrifice, and love.

Hangman just listened, totally at a loss for words.

Oh my goodness. That's his husband and his son. He could only think about this over and over.

He walked out of the Admiral's office that day like he had been born again.

He surely learnt so many things.