Dungeon Crawler Maverick, anyone?
I'm trying to find the intersection of two fandoms where this fic will be enjoyed. But honestly, you don't need to be familiar with both (or either!) properties to enjoy this:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85206931/chapters/224998021
Title: I'm Not Writing: Dungeon Crawler Maverick
Rating: M
Warnings: probably violence
Tags: Ice/Mav, AU-fusion fic
Summary:
03:37 on a Wednesday was a stupid fucking time for the apocalypse. In parts of the world where it was daytime, more people must have survived. AĀ lotĀ more. Though most of those wouldāve been smart enough not to run into one of those lit-up tunnels. Not Maverick, though. Not stupid, fucking Maverick. Heād gone right in.
Can you tell Iām not Mav? Cause Iām not. Thatās right, my name is Ron, or Slider to most of my friends, and I was supposed to be one of the lucky bastards who was inside, getting instantly squished into dust in my sleep. But I wasnāt.Ā WeĀ werenāt, actually. All thanks to MaverickĀ fuckingĀ Mitchell. And his exās dumb parrot. Goddamn that bird.
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