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Wingman (2500 Follower Giveaway #19)

For@hippiesthop, who requested unrequited military Enjolras/Grantaire, and who made the mistake of saying, and I quote, “do with that whatever you want.”

And what I want is angst, character death, and a Top Gun AU.

Top Gun AU, though you really don’t need to have seen the movie to get this, unrequited ExR, requited and established Joly x Bossuet, major character death. #sorrynotsorry

On March 3, 1969, the United States Navy established an elite school for the top one percent of its pilots. Its purpose was to teach the lost art of aerial combat and to ensure that the handful of men and women who graduated were the best fighter pilots in the world.

Today, the Navy calls it Fighter Weapons School. The flyers call it: Top Gun.

Grantaire grinned as he sauntered into the bar right outside of Naval Air Station Miramar in San Diego, California. “Now this is what I call a target rich environment,” he said, adjusting the shoulder boards on his Summer Whites and winking at his balding companion, Bossuet, who grinned and rolled his eyes.

“You live your life between your legs, Lib,” Bossuet said, referring to Grantaire by the shortened version of his call sign as they walked to the bar, and he gestured for the bartender to bring them two beers, “when you should be more concerned about starting Top Gun tomorrow.”

Grantaire didn’t deny the charge, his grin turning smug as he lounged on the bar stool, surveying the numerous attractive men and women scattered throughout the busy bar, the majority of the patrons being fellow Navy officers and enlisted servicemembers. “Eagle, even you could get laid in a place like this,” he told Bossuet, calling him by his call sign as well.

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Guess who watched Top Gun 2 today and was unceremoniously reminded that I wrote this once upon a time?