#top gun crossover

[horseshoegirl]

Dragon Age: AntivanCrow!MickeyGarcia

When I tell you I have a soft spot for the Crows .... 👀 Mickey just fits into their world... 🖤

The rooftop smelled of wet stone and stale chimney smoke, a stench Mikhael, or Mickey as his cousin liked to tease him with, had long since stopped noticing. The city of Kirkwall sprawled below him in jagged shadows, the faint hum of voices and clatter of wagons never truly ceasing. He crouched low, his silhouette blending with the crumbling stone parapet, his eyes fixed on his mark.

You. A forgotten Trevelyan. And a mage, no less.

You were nothing like he’d imagined when he’d taken the contract. The dossier had painted you as dangerous, a rogue apostate with ties to blood magic, someone who could snap their fingers and turn him into ash. Instead, you stood in a patch of weak moonlight outside your tiny cottage, a shawl draped over your shoulders, humming softly as you fed scraps to a mangy dog.

Not exactly the harbinger of chaos he’d been promised.

Mikhael adjusted his position, feeling the familiar weight of his twin daggers at his hips. Weeks of observation had told him one thing: you were no threat. No shady deals in dark alleys, no suspicious visitors slipping in and out of your home. Just endless days of mending clothes, tending to sick children, and healing wounds with gentle spells and elfroot that barely flickered with power.

It didn’t make sense.

The Crows didn’t take just any job. Whoever had paid the exorbitant sum for this contract clearly wanted you gone for reasons beyond what they’d told him. And yet… it wasn’t his job to ask questions. It was his job to kill.

So why had he spent three weeks not doing that?

“Don’t get soft,” he muttered under his breath.

The dog barked once, startling him out of his thoughts. You turned your head slightly, scanning the shadows. Mikhael stilled, every muscle going taut as you stared in his direction.

“I know you’re there,” you called out, voice steady but laced with uncertainty. The dog let out another growl, baring its teeth.

Mikhael debated melting into the shadows and slipping away for a split second, as he’d done so many times before. But something about how you stood there, with your chin held high despite the fear in your eyes, made him hesitate.

“Are you going to come out, or should I just start throwing fireballs?” you added, a teasing lilt to your words.

Mikhael smirked despite himself. Bold. He liked that.

Slowly, he stood, stepping into the pale moonlight. The dog growled louder but didn’t move, clearly more bark than bite. Your eyes widened, and he saw fear flicker for a moment. Then you straightened, your expression hardening.

“Well?” you demanded. “Who are you, and what do you want?”

He could have killed you then. Should have. A quick throw of his dagger would end it all, and the Crows would never know how long he’d hesitated. But instead, he found himself saying, “Just passing through.”

Your brow arched. “On my roof?”

Mikhael shrugged, his smirk deepening. “Best view in the city.”

Something told him that, for better or worse, this job was about to get a hell of a lot more complicated.

[lcdrarry]

3 May | LCDrarry Double Feature | Art

You Can Be My Wingman Anytime

Prompt: "Top Gun", 1986, Tony Scott Prompted by: Rrruuchi Artist: Anonymous Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none

Notes: Thank you to my husband, who endlessly encourages me. Thank you to my prompter, Rrruuchi. Thank you to the Mods, who make this lovely fest so incredible.

Summary: On March 3rd, 1969, the British Ministry of Magic established an elite school for the top one percent of its flyers. Its purpose was to teach the lost art of aerial combat and to ensure that the handful of wizards and witches who graduated were the best fighter flyers in the world. They succeeded. Today, the Ministry calls it the Elite Flyers School. The flyers call it...TOP GUN.

View it now on AO3.

Please help promote the fest by sharing your favourite submissions, so more people can enjoy all the amazing new Drarry works of LCDrarry. Thank you!

Creator reveals are on 15 June.

[24hrfrog]

Have you watched Outer Range? If so, how about a Cowboy!Slider and a Cowboy!Bob AU? I know they are two separate topgun universes but... what if?

I have not seen it but if we are talking Slider n Bob tourist trap AU, lolz I’d imagine it be a teenage city kid ends up being talked into trying to ride one of the horses and fails (at the same time left behind by the school he’s doing a field trip with) and ends up being used for the few days as a farm boy until the class can do a u-turn and pick him up HAHA

^dont worry Slider took pity and cleaned up his small cuts after

also i can BET Bob’s mouth has said trash that got him into stuff way too deep that he doesn’t have the self-confidence for— he built up balls to go against hangman’s jabs and ended up going for several of his own repeatedly so ong he’s a lil snaky guy inside

[stranded-ziggy]

Ghost || Modern Warfare

Read more for no mask version ;)

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Steve Randle Top Gun au pt. 1

so for those who don’t know, this au is basically that Steve Randle is Maverick's half brother, and after Steve’s dad dies, Mav gets custody as his next of kin. I didn’t come up with it but I love it sm. see this post for more info!

…and there’s the first reason why Steve already hates Mav

[kairukitsuneo]

Winged bastard superior

[agentbootyreportingforduty]

i can’t believe i can’t find a mcdanno top gun au fic anywhere. maybe i’m not looking in the right places, especially considering it’s heavily implied steve LOVED that movie and it fits them so well. another iconic brunette and a blond ship.

maverick!steve finds his rival in iceman!danny and they’re literally competing against each other, but they know there’s something there. and to add some heartbreak, freddie as goose.

[polar-equinoxx]

genshin icemav au anyone? anyone??

[gaydaroreilly]

If Mav was a menace growing up in foster care, imagine Mav growing up with his dad and a bunch of feral bisexual doctors (MASH guys duh)

Duke: tries to do some weird birds and bees shit a la the 1970s

Mav: hey dad, I think I like boys too

Duke: fuck, I need reinforcements…Pierce is gonna be so smug about this!

Hawkeye: as a medical professional with experience in both departments, I will take it from here…just ask Radar—I taught him all he knows…

A few years later Mav brings Ice around to meet his extended family, and

Hawkeye: did ya use protection boys, wouldn’t want anyone to end up pregnant and shackled to a disgusting military person forever like my daughter Carole…

Carole: shut up dad you love Goose and Bradley!

Trapper: We’d love your Bradshaw more if he wasn’t in the navy, we do love the little grandbaby though *tickles baby Bradley’s tiny little toes*

Mav: you’d get such good head if you left the navy ice…

Duke: okay everyone please shut up

[artgroves]

artset for "just to see each other (feel it all)" by @susiecarter

for the @topgunmaverickbb

[horseshoegirl]

Dragon Age: DalishRouge!NatashaTrace

Careful... this one is *steamy*

Hey @desert-fern ... We have Nat Rep here! 👀

In the shadows of Arlathan Forest, Natasha prowled like a creature of moonlight from behind an old oak tree. Her steps were silent, every movement betraying her instinct as a rouge to disappear before she was seen. The vallaslin of Mythal inked back across her forehead, marking her as a follower of one of the ancient Evanuris, a protector who knew the Dread Wolf’s tales all too well. Yet tonight, despite her best efforts, her fierce gaze softened as she gazed tenderly upon you.

But just as she did, she forced herself to look away, her jaw clenching, fighting against the ache she felt every time you returned to her. Yet her hand reached for yours anyway, fingers closing around yours like she couldn’t stop herself. You were the one steady thing in a world that had always been shifting beneath her.

“Tell me again why we can’t,” you murmured, stepping closer as she grasped your hand tight, your own heartbeat an open invitation.

“I… can’t…” Her voice was rough, the words falling from her like something she never meant to say. She swallowed, her grip tightening around your hand, her usual strength faltering. “I’ve been bound to my people since the moment I was born, sworn to Mythal’s will. My place is here, with them. But you…”  Her voice softened, breaking down into something raw, a confession pulled from a place she’d tried so hard to keep hidden. “You make me wish for things I can’t have, things that will only bring ruin to us both.”

You took her free hand, lifting it to your lips, reverent as you traced her vallaslin, the sacred markings softening beneath your touch. She let you, the walls she’d built falling away with every heartbeat. She looked at you, her eyes filled with a longing she couldn’t deny any longer. And as her defenses crumbled, she whispered, “May the Dread Wolf take me, I’d submit gladly if it meant I could love you, even if it meant the end of me.”

Your hand paused, and for a moment, the world held its breath as her words sank in.  “Then let it bring ruin,” you murmured, voice fierce, holding her gaze with the same maddening patience that had broken down every wall she’d built before you. “If this is our only chance to live, to feel, I’d rather face the end than live a life without you.”

Natasha’s breath shuddered; her resolve gone as she let herself fall. She leaned in, her lips finding yours, the kiss fierce and forbidden, tasting of rebellion, of the thrill of surrendering to something she’d fought so long to deny. She knew, in that moment, she’d give everything to hold onto this—to hold onto you. And in that kiss, there was no clan, no duty, no Mythal, no Dread Wolf—only the two of you.

Her human, she’d enter into the fade for. In that heartbeat, she knew she’d guard you fiercely, even as a quiet fear gnawed at her—the world of Thedas would look at her, at you, and see only the divide, the elven blood and ears that marked her, and the unforetold danger it might bring down on you both.

[hellowhyareyouhere]

yo so anyone watched the twisters movie? Thinking about weatherman Bradley or tornando chasing rivals?

[animepopheart]

★ 【Cupoi】 《TOP GUN》 ，但芙宁娜主演 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

[rainbowsuitcase]

know your own name (give it up) - 7K

“Now, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” Maverick exclaims. “What are you doing here? And what the hell are you wearing?” The hand he throws out high makes it clear he’s not talking about the dress whites.

Or; He has a job to do. Maverick wasn't a part of the plan. Maverick was never a part of any plan, but he has a talent for getting involved anyway.

Icemav

MCU/Top Gun/The Saint Crossover

Identity Issues

@archhis @frozen-seagrass (you showed interest in my original post about this, so I hope you don't mind being tagged but I can delete if you do <3)

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Steve Randle Top Gun au pt. 2

part one

So if Mav’s his guardian, Steve’s gotta move to San Diego :(

I mentioned this here- I think it’d piss off Dally. (@mister-mickey said Dally would try and fail to jump Mav if he came came to Tulsa which is so funny istg)

also the dally/steve/johnny friendship is so underrated

Bonus Maverick doodle cuz I feel bad about the angst:

[tgmsunmontue]

Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide 10/?

Maverick is unknowingly surrounded by Transformers. He knows something is up though. Just not quite what it is exactly.

Bradley and Jake, having never met, are embarking on their own journeys and will have to learn to deal with the fact that they've both been adopted by Transformers.

Despite having years more experience, Maverick is no help at all.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE

TEN

                Jake is so glad that he’s not in any of this alone. Sure it was all exciting and new, but it has suddenly become very fucking real and he doesn’t like the looks that some of the brass are giving him, it makes his skin crawl and he edges closer to Bradley and Maverick just slightly, knowing that there is strength in numbers. The fact that he has somehow stumbled into this weird family and all these other Transformers gives him hope that he’s not going to suddenly mysteriously go missing, or die in action; leaving his parents left to wonder exactly what happened. Actually, thinking about his parents he should probably touch base with them, because sending messages aren’t going to cut it three days in a row, not when he’s on leave.

                He focusses back in on the conversation and realizes that Admiral Cain is spitting mad about something, his face almost purple, and he can’t even tell if it’s something Maverick or Admiral Kazansky said, because Captain Mitchell is smirking and Admiral Kazansky is looking cooly impassive. Fuck Jake wants to be like them, either of them.

                “We’re the same rank,” Cain spits out.

                “And yet you’re not the one with a house or hangar filled with Transformers, so I think that gives us the edge regardless of rank, hmm?” Admiral Kazansky states calmly, and god the man must have balls of titanium. Jake had already admired the theoretical idea of Admiral Kazansky, his rise through the ranks and dedication to remaining an active pilot for as long as possible. Now though? Knowing he’s done it while also hiding his relationship with none other than Maverick Mitchell, and is clearly unafraid of standing up to the brass or his own peers. Jake will trust him and his leadership, and not only because he also suspects that his fatherly love of Bradley means that protection reaches and envelopes Jake by default. The wave of relief he’d had moments ago returns ten-fold.

                “Stop being difficult Cain, or you can step back. Kazansky has a valid point. Now, let us go and meet these Transformers.”

                They walk to the hangar where Bronco and Hound are, and he glances around at the other vehicles. None of them seem to also be Transformers, although he wouldn’t bet any money on the fact either way. Bronco and Hound are in their robot states, chatting what he assumes is meant to be quietly, although Hound doesn’t seem to have much of a volume control. He reminds Jake of his grandpa, with the hearing aids he forgets to turn on. There’s a general conversation about how everyone is travelling, until once again Cain looks horrified at the idea of travelling inside a Transformer. Bradley is clearly trying not to laugh outright, his face schooled, but Captain Mitchell clearly looks like he wishes he had Ninja to just jump on.

…            …            …

                “No! I don’t want to travel inside it!”

                “What’s wrong with going with me?” Hound asks, his weird moustache trembling and jangling, and he sounds insulted.

                “I’ll go with Hound. You can drive Ice’s car. I mean Admiral Kazansky’s,” Mav amends and Bradley can tell he’s trying not to laugh outright.

                “It’s definitely a car right?”

                “As far as we can figure out. We can simply pop into existence though,” Bronco states, head tilted to one side and Bradley knows that’s a bunch of bullshit, at least he thinks it is. He has no idea about the procreative habits of Transformers. However Dustdrift had just confirmed that Ice’s car was a simply mundane vehicle j that morning, so he knows Bronco is just being a bit of a shit-stirrer. He can appreciate that, especially with regards to Admiral Cain so he simply nods and looks considering, like he knows exactly what Bronco is referring to.

                Bronco and Hound both transform to the vehicle states and he doesn’t think he will ever get sick of seeing that. Because there are so many humans now they have to take some of the other staff vehicles, as well as Ice’s car. The Secretary of State with his own car and driver, has invited Ice and Mav to go with him, which leaves him with Bronco and a couple of admirals he doesn’t really know.

                “I’ll drive lieutenant,” one of them says, holding his hand out for the keys and Bradley nods, sucks his lips into his mouth and knows this isn’t going to end well.

                “Uh. That… Bronco can be a little… selective, sir,” Bradley states, trying to find a word that suits but also won’t insult Bronco. Because Bradley’s yelled a few choice words at him over the years. Then again, Bronco has thrown a fair few back, but usually through the music.

                “What do you mean?”

                “He doesn’t usually drive anywhere unless it’s me in the driver seat sir.”

                “What? That’s ridiculous!”

                “That may be the case sir, but it’s often just how it is. Bronco won’t even start for Mav, uh, Captain Mitchell. Sir.”

                The man’s eyes narrow and Bradley shrugs helplessly, completely unsurprised when Bronco refuses to start. He’s not going to apologize, just gives a tight smile and accepts the keys back when they’re slapped into his hand with more force than necessary. He slides into the driver’s seat, doesn’t bother with the keys and just pats the dash a couple of times.

                “Take us back to the hangar I guess buddy…”

                “Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong…” Bronco plays through his radio and Bradley lets out a sigh.

                He guesses it is home once again.

…            …            …

                He’s not quite prepared for the push out of the car, but he’s not as shocked or surprised as the Admiral who chose to rise with him in Hound. Hound had been grumbling almost the entire way, and something sets him off enough to start transforming as they hit the edge of the runway near the hangar and while he staggers a little the admiral with him falls into the rocks and dust and Jake reaches a hand to help him up.

                “You okay sir?”

                “Of course. Is that… standard?”

                “Uh. No. I expect something has set him off…” Jake starts, and he glances around before raising his eyes to the sky. “Oh for… goodness sake.”

                “What?”

                “That’s Starscream sir…” Jake says, pointing up, because he’s familiar enough with the size and shape or the flying and robot forms to be able to recognize him easily now. And the fact he’s up there flying around is probably what has Hound all annoyed.

                “Your one.”

                “No. He doesn’t belong to anyone. None of them do sir. They might agree to assist with us with some jobs, but they’re not… subservient.”

                “I don’t need to ask my microwave its permission before I reheat my dinner.”

                “Your microwave isn’t part of an alien race sir. That you know of, anyway.”

                He looks a little taken aback at that thought and Jake’s glad, because he’s certain that one of the Transformers in Captain Mitchell’s collection is indeed a microwave, and he’d love to see it burn everything to a crisp if it was misused or disrespected in any way. They start the long walk down the runway toward the hangar and Jake wonders if he needs to make polite conversation, can’t help but feel a sense of relief when he sees Starscream get lower and closer and then he’s landing and transforming in one smooth movement and Jake doesn’t know his expressions well, but he thinks Starscream looks pleased to see him.

                “Jake! You’re back!”

                “Yeah. You enjoy the flying?”

                “Sally said I wasn’t allowed to go far. Something about humans getting scared… I don’t understand why. There are plenty of planes in the sky.”

                “Uh, it’s more about the other planes,” Jake starts to explain, wondering just how much detail he needs to go into. Admiral Courtney is clearly listening and watching the interaction with a keen eye and Jake wonders if he should introduce them first.

                “Uh, Starscream, this is Admiral Courtney. Admiral Courtney, this is my friend Starscream,” Jake supplies, settling on friend for lack of any other word or term that might fit the situation, and Starscream definitely looks pleased now.

                “So uh, it’s not about the planes seeing you, or the humans seeing you, it’s more about the fact they’re not expecting you to be there…”

                “No one sees me!”

                “What about the other planes?”

                “They don’t have eyes!”

                “The people in the planes…”

                “They can’t tell there is no one flying me!”

                Jake bites back a grin.

                “Starscream, it’s not about them seeing you. Human pilots talk to a series of towers that manage air traffic. You’d have been an aircraft on no one’s radar and it would freaked the pilots out when you were just suddenly there. They didn’t know you weren’t going to crash into them.”

                “Oh. Well. That’s stupid.”

                “Yeah well, welcome to Earth I guess? There’s lots of rules humans have to make the technology they have work for them. I’m sure we’ll figure out some better flying space for you.”

                “Good. I got bored,” Starscream grumbles and Jake has to bite back a laugh this time.

…            …            …

                Bradley watches as Jake, Starscream and Admiral Courtney get closer. Hound is having a good old rant at Sally, who simply looks like she is entertaining him. The rest of the brass along with Maverick and Ice are standing around, and a couple of the Admirals who Bradley doesn’t like are agreeing with Hound, about how Sally should have stopped Starscream from making himself known.

                “We are at an airstrip, planes taking off have been known to use them now and again,” Sally says dryly and Maverick doesn’t even bother to hold back his bark of laughter, but he keeps an impassive face himself, sees it mirrored by Ice. Jake and Starscream are close enough now that he walks out to meet them, jogging a little to get away from the building tension.

                “It’s fine man, what are they going to do to you? Dismantle you?”

                “I’d like to see them try…” Starscream snarls and Jake holds his hands up immediately, shooting Bradley a grin and he grins back, glad to have someone else his age in this with him.

                “No one is fucking touching you. Except maybe me or Maverick and that’ll only be so you can teach us stuff so we can build Jetfire back together.”

                “I do not need your help to rebuild my friend…”

                “Bet it would go much faster with help though. And friends help friends right?”

                The expression on Starcream’s face is a little horrified and Bradley’s not sure what’s causing it, but Jake is snorting in amusement so he guesses they already have in-jokes.