Sam and Colby Fanfiction MasterList
COLBY BROCK:
[+18] Werewolf!Colby Brock x Reader: A Dance with Death [part i] [part ii]
Bonnie & Clyde AU: Your Bonnie, My Clyde [part i] [part ii]
Reincarnation / Angel AU [X]
Demon!Colby x Reader: [X]
Moon!Blinked/Insane!Colby: [X]
Full Fanfiction: “Dandelions” [X]
"The Escort" [X]
[+18] FeralAngel!Colby x Reader [X]
Red Riding Hood AU [X]
Vampire!Colby x Art Student!Reader [X]
Post-Apocalyptic AU [X]
Time Loop Romance [X]
Dark Waters: Mermaid x Colby [X]
SAM GOLBACH:
[+18] Gangster!Sam x PersonalAssist!Reader [X]
Vampire!Sam x Reader: [X]
Dark Occult Studies x Sam [X]
SAM GOLBACH X KATRINA STUART:
Witch!Katrina x Warlock!Sam [X]
THE TRAPHOUSE:
The Trap House Intelligence Agency [X]
The Trap House At Hogwarts [X]
The Krac House At Hogwarts [X]
Trap House: Glee AU [X]
Trap Girls: Witch Coven AU [X]
Sam/Colby/Nate: Warlock Coven AU [X]
Trap House: Lost Boys AU [X]
Trap House: Breakfast Club [X]
Trap House as Greek Gods and Goddesses [X]
Hangover Movie AU [X]
Trap House: Old Guard AU [X]
ARYIA/BADBOYWOLFY:
[+18] Aryia/Badboywolfy x Reader: Coming Home [X]
COLBY BROCK X AMBER SCHOLL:
Vampire AU [X]
High School AU [X]
The Purge AU [X]
AMBER SCHOLL:
Rainy Day In Paris (w|w) [X]
Day At the Art Museum [X]
Andrea Russett x Amber Scholl: girlfriends [X]
COLBY BROCK X SHEA ELYSE:
Wendigo!Shea x Werewolf!Colby [X]
SOLBY:
Vampire Lovers AU [X]
Demon!Colby / Human!Sam [X]
[+18] Howl and Fang (Werewolf AU) [X]
Hoya Bachu Forest AU [X]
Estes Method [X]
[+18] Titanic AU [X]
Movie Night [X]
Silent Hill AU [X]
MidWestern Gothic [X]
[+18] Zombie Apocalypse AU [X]
Hunger Games AU [X]
[+18] Hell Hounds [X]
Beastly (Horns AU) [X]
Top Gun AU [X]
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Fanfic Ideas I Probably Will Never Write: Solby Top Gun AU
“ Revvin' up your engine
Listen to her howlin' roar
Metal under tension
Beggin' you to touch and go
Highway to the Danger Zone ”
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Sam Golbach
Lieutenant
Navy
Call Sign: Ghost
Colby Brock
Lieutenant
Navy
Call Sign: Wolf
The Naval air station's hangar upon Long Beach was bathed in the harsh glow of overhead lights. They cast elongated shadows across the sleek fighter jets neatly aligned in rows. Usually, the light bothered the pilots, but tonight it signaled only that they were to have fun.
Lieutenant Sam Golbach, known by his call-sign amongst the crew as "Ghost" because of his elusive and skillful maneuvers, stood next to his jet. He ran his hand along its smooth surface, fingers brushing over the emblem of his call sign painted on the frame. He cooed at his jet, praising it like it were an animal.
Just as he finished his pre-flight checks that involved said cooing, the familiar voice of Lieutenant Colby Brock (known as "Wolf") echoed through the hangar. Colby approached, an easy swagger in his step and a cocky grin on his lips as he put his bomber jacket on. His insignia's shined brightly in the lights.
"Ready to see how a real pilot flies, Ghost?" Colby quipped, offering a mocking salute.
Sam raised an eyebrow as he raised his head away from his jet. Not one to back down from a challenge, he called out, "I've seen your version of 'real flying,' Brock," and he cat-called, "It's definitely something."
A charged exchange of glances spoke volumes – their rivalry was all in good fun, but the competitive spark burned bright between them.
Colby's grin only widened, "You won't be saying that when you're eating my exhaust fumes, baby."
With a shared smirk and unspoken understanding, they turned and climbed into their respective fighter jets. Sam tried not to think about how he had Wolf's tongue down his throat the night before.
Inside the cockpit of his jet, Sam adjusted his headset with practiced ease. His heart raced with a mix of excitement and determination. Colby's voice crackled through the radio.
"Hey! Ghost! Don't get too distracted by my dazzling ass up there," Colby's voice teased.
Sam chuckled, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm, "Oh, don't worry, Wolfy. I'll do my best to keep my eyes on the horizon and away for your ass."
One by one, their jets took off from the flight deck. High above the expanse of the open ocean, they streaked through the night sky like shooting stars. Sam and Colby executed daring rolls, loops, and tight turns in perfect sync, a breathtaking ballet of man and machine. The two dared each other to races and mock dog fights. Of course, the Tower screamed at them for being reckless, but neither cared.
In the cockpit of his own jet, Colby's grin was audible in his voice, "Admit it, Ghost, I've got your heart racing up here."
Sam's fingers tightened around the controls. He smirked, determined not to let Colby gain the upper hand so easily, "Keep dreaming! Let's not forget who still holds the high score at the arcade."
"Oh you're asking for it now, baby! Don't threaten me with my scores!"
Their jets skimmed the surface of the ocean, performing gravity-defying maneuvers that left trails of whitecaps in their wake. The moonlight danced on the water below, mirroring their intricate moves.
In the cockpit of his jet, Colby's voice broke through the radio again, a mix of exhilaration and competitiveness, "You're good, Ghost. But I'm better."
Sam's eyes narrowed playfully as he initiated a daring nosedive, the wind roaring past his cockpit, "Prove it, Wolf."
As the night sky enveloped them, the two jets continued their electrifying performance, pushing the boundaries of both physics and skill. Each move was executed with precision and finesse, a testament to their years of training and undeniable talent.
Colby's voice crackled through the radio again, a mixture of triumph and laughter when he took aim at Sam's jet, "I told you, Ghost. I'm always one step ahead."
Sam's grin matched the sentiment, a mix of admiration and competitiveness in his expression, "There's always next round. What do you say to me down on my knees, darling?"
"I'll race you back."
And with that unspoken promise, the jets streaked away into the obsidian canvas of the night, leaving behind a trail of stardust as their rivalry continued to soar to new heights.
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