Chapters:
2/4
Fandom:
碧蓝航线 | Azur Lane (Video Game), Azur Lane (Anime)
Rating:
Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships:
Bismarck/Hood (Azur Lane)
Characters:
Javelin (Azur Lane), Bismarck (Azur Lane), Hood (Azur Lane), Blücher (Azur Lane), Jade (Azur Lane), U-101 (Azur Lane), U-47 (Azur Lane), U-552 (Azur Lane), Ajax (Azur Lane), Leander (Azur Lane)
Additional Tags:
Canon-Typical Violence, Action/Adventure, Fear of Abandonment, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary:
Javelin was shocked when she got summoned to see Hood but what she found out, the fact she would be serving with Iron Blood for a few days made things even more shocking. Can the young Royal Navy shipgirl survive three days with the Iron Blood?
[[MORE]]It took almost everything in Javelin to not allow her mouth to fall open as the massive ship appeared in the morning fog. The amount of metal in front of her, bristling with guns, was almost too difficult to comprehend. As a destroyer herself, Javelin had seen battle cruiser and carriers bigger but there was just something in the density and scale that was breathless.
Glancing up, the young shipgirl saw a figure looking down at her, cool eyes watching as she approached, the black cap with gold trim billowing in the breeze. Stepping off the bow of the ship, Bismarck drifted down as the ship behind her broke into thousands of small cubes and settled into her as her rigging. The large cannons were already attached to the Iron Blood leader’s back by the time her feet touched the water.
That was so cooool! Javelin squealed internally. She, herself stepped off the prow of her vessel and did the same thing but it was nowhere near as elegant and powerful as the battle cruiser shipgirl. As Javelin came to a stop a few feet away, Leander and Ajax had done the same thing and joined her.
“She’s so powerful,” Ajax whispered under her breath.
“I know,” Leander responded a bit too loud. “to be that confident and bold.”
“Maybe after you served in as many battles as she has, you can be,” called a rather chipper and mischievous voice behind them. The trio of kansen spun surprised to see another shipgirl sidling up to them with a impish grin. She wore a fitted gray jacket tailored close to her frame, its dark trim and polished buttons glinting in the light. A vivid red scarf circled her neck and streamed behind her in the wind, its color echoed in the short plaid skirt that flared with each movement. Black thigh-high stockings hugged her legs, contrasting with the warm brown of her fingerless gloves, her long twin-tails were fastened in place with her small red, radar clips that matched her scarf, giving her an impish edge.
“Though in your case,” Blücher continued pinching Ajax arm, “You’re gonna want some more meat on you. A stiff breeze could put you on your ass.”
“It is a nice ass,” called another voice behind them. Another Iron Blood destroyer kansen came to a halt near them. She stood with the poise of someone who welcomed chaos rather than feared it, her golden eyes gleaming with a mischievous, predatory confidence. Long black twin-tails cascaded down her back in thick waves, streaked with crimson highlights that matched the sharp, radar rigging jutting from her head.
Javelin could only describer her outfit as fused with gothic elegance and a militaristic edge. It was a layered red-and-black dress flared around her like a blooming rose of steel and silk, cinched tight at the waist by corset lacing and accented with iron cross of her faction. A high, flared collar framed her neck, while dark stockings and tall, lace-up boots lent her silhouette a sleek, commanding line.
“Hey!” Ajax responded turning said derriere away from danger in case either Iron Blood girl got any ideas.
“Thiele,” came Bismarck’s voice and the girl stopped immediately and standing straight to attention with a click of her heels in the water. Blücher also stiffened to attention.
“If you have not had a chance to meet them yet,” Bismarck started as she strode across the water between the gathering group. “My second in command for this exercise is Blücher, you have just met Z24, who we call Thiele. Arriving shortly will be U-101 who we call Mengersen and U-47 who we called Prien. There are also two others who will be joining us.”
As if summoned, three submarine girls surfaced near them, their bodies breaking the surface quietly, the water cascading down their shoulders and swimsuits.
“We’re not late are we?” a blond haired girl said with a big grin on her face. With that accent, she could only be Eagle Union.
“Bluegill. Herring. Prien.” Bismarck responded with a nod.
Eagle Union! Javelin didn’t realize that they were here…unless Hood had told her and had completely missed it. The young girl chastised herself in irritation.
“Pay attention.”
Javelin’s heart jumped as she saw Bismarck looking straight at her. Straight at her. The burning heat rushed to her face as the sheer embarrassment hit her.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Continued on AO3!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74784751/chapters/195391231
