𝟬𝟴. ❛𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗡𝗔❜

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a/n:

HEY!

introducing a few new people here, they are all part of taylor's previous squadron.

here they are:

taron egerton as benson "lazarus" mount

ross butler as lennox "lennie" whitlock

matthew daddario as jamie "casino" ford

john boyega as jerome "slick" turner

benjamin john whishaw as jonah "jj" jameson

~ ❀ ✿ ~

𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇 ― ☀ ☁ ― 𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖍

\\ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 //

A SERIES OF KNOCKS FURTHER INTRUDED ON THE GROWING CONVERSATION IN THE BRIEFING ROOM.

A smile that Taylor was unable to stop from taking up her face and body made her glow, mouth opening in surprise as she watches her previous squadron file in one by one.

Her chair is knocked behind, hitting the couch right behind which rested against the wall, her arms open as she tackles a buff man in a hug, loud laugh sputtering out.

"Slickity Slick!" An excited screech shakes his ear up as he yells too, half in excitement and half in shock, pulling away from Taylor as he held her forearms, looking her in the eye.

"Rie's back!" A raven-haired man is yelling next, pushing the man away from the two of them as he pulls Taylor in his arms, shaking from side to side.

"Cas!" Taylor jumps in place, and the raven-haired man is jumping with her, sharing all of the excitement.

They pull away, and Taylor hugs a black-haired man, nudging her closed fist against the top of his head.

The man is quick to pull away, arms brought up to his head to fix his hair as he whisper-shouts, though heard by everyone in the room, "Don't mess up the money-maker!"

"Oh, shut up, I know you missed me, ya' ass." Taylor breaks out into laughter when he has nothing to say back, pointing at his face as he sheepishly smiles down at her, "You can't even deny it, bud!"

A sandy blonde is next in line, standing with a replicant smile mirroring hers'. Taylor's face turns serious, and so does his, both of them engaging in a staring contest.

Though, the excitement got the better of either of them. The blonde's lips quirk up the tiniest bit, unable to stop himself, and Taylor finds her facade falling too, breaking out into a chuckle as they pull each other into a sweet hug.

"There she is!" A typical British drawl catches Taylor's attention, patting the blonde-haired man's shoulder twice.

Upon noticing the person who called out, her mouth opens into an o-shape, eyes widening, and without another beat, she's jumping in the buff blonde's arms, not paying any regard to the bouquet of Delphiniums in his right hand, "Laz!"

Taylor has an un-slip-able smile on her face, which deepens as she closes her eyes, feeling the blonde press his face to her shoulder.

God, did she miss her gang.

A throat clears from behind them, and she turns, sheepishly, smiling uncontrollably as she twists in Laz's hold, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind, chin resting on her shoulder.

"Uh, aviators," The gang lets out their laughs at how Taylor was imitating Pops, who rolled his eyes, chuckling himself at their antics, "This, is, my gang."

Everyone sat at the table is getting up, moving closer with welcoming smiles, as Taylor pulls away from Laz's hold, pushing him away with a hand on his chest.

"This is Ben "Lazarus" Mount, he was my Wingman from back then. Miles, he's your main." Laz waves at them all, pressing his lips in a thin line, nodding once.

Miles nods back, shaking his hand with a firm grip, smiling politely.

"That's Slick, or Jer. Danny, be ready." Taylor points at Danny with her index and mischievous smirks that oddly matched with Jer's.

"Glen, you have Lennie," Taylor points to the black-haired man, who throws up the peace sign and a cute smile. He winces when Taylor pinched his cheek, scrunching her face up cutely.

Taylor dodges the punch Len throws in her direction, ducking below his arm. She gives him a pointed look, faking a punch to the head, before gently throwing her fist to his stomach.

She points to a raven-haired man who'd put his elbow on her shoulder, leaning with his other hand in his pocket, "This is Casino, Mon, yours' and Lewis' main." Taylor gives Monica a smug smile when she catches the younger woman staring at Cas for a few seconds.

"And that, is JJ. Greg and Jay, that's your main, and all I can say to the both of you, is good luck." Casino slaps the back of Taylor's head gently, who winces, face contorting in pain as she looks over at him. She glares back at him, engaging in the staring competition.

Pops is quick to intrude, "Alright, knock it off, Cas, Val, come on." Taylor pokes Casino in the hip, and he jerks to the side in surprise, jumping.

"Oh, you little," Before Casino can complete his sentence, Laz is opening the door to the room, and Taylor presses a quick kiss to his cheek before running out of the room and down the hallway, Cas hot on her trail.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

"SO THAT, IS THE CESSNA."

They'd all gathered around the aircraft, some looking over her wings, and others gazing at her with pure awe-struck faces.

Taylor stood proud with Laz's elbow rested on her shoulder as she gave them all the brief.

It was nothing much.

They were just going to go in the air with her flying it. Most likely try not to cry when she pulls all those maneuvers.

"Soon enough, you'll be briefed upon the tactics and machinery, and, we're having an ejection exercise too, so be ready." Pops points out as everyone keeps a close eye on their surroundings and the jets and planes.

"Alright, Val, here's, gonna take you up in the air. First, uh, Miles, Glen, and Monica, you're up, guys. All the best!"

Taylor takes her time, feeling around the Cessna's nose and her wings which extended to the side. It had been years since she'd been in Essie, as she'd called the aircraft, the one she'd bought herself for her own use.

The trio nods, following Taylor once she's taking her seat in the front, preparing the plane. A few clicks and pokes around the pretty bird, and her engine awoke, just as they took their seats behind her in a single file.

Looking over to the side, Taylor puts on her headset, not before telling the others to do so too.

Once assured they were prepared, she throws a thumb upwards in the direction of the crew who'd prepped Essie up, before sending a quick salute, pressing her index and middle finger tips to the arch of her brow.

And, they were off the ground with a smooth transit, from land to sky, ascending higher and higher by the minute as she keeps her eyes on the control and voice going on the radio.

"So, how long have you been flying?" Monica asks, leaning forward in her seat.

"Uh, probably, I think, since I was twenty-three? I got my license then, and I've been in the sky ever since." Taylor replies, looking over her shoulder at the smiling brunette sat behind her.

"What's it like? Doing all of this. But actually?" Wow. Deep question. Didn't think they'd be diving into that head first.

"You need that kick, you know? You can't think up here, you need to just do. 'Cause if you think, you're dead. Especially in battle. Needs to be natural." It did. That survival instinct needed to be right there, jumping off the ledge whenever required. You needed to be quick, knowing the cost of each and every move.

Yet, these thoughts didn't worry Taylor.

What she loved, was how, naturally it came to her. How simple she found it.

They move their way through the low, white clouds which fade away the moment they pass across them.

"It's beautiful up here, I feel like I haven't noticed that till now." Miles breathes out, probably taking in the view from high above.

It truly was beautiful.

The periwinkle blue, the orange-yellow glow of the sun which kissed the side of Essie.

Back in the air, and Taylor never felt good.

Besides pulling that one invert at a very random moment which made her cackle and the others cry for their lives.