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. A lot more. Though most of those would’ve been smart enough not to run into one of those lit-up tunnels. Not Maverick, though. Not stupid, fucking Maverick. He’d gone right in.
Can you tell I’m not Mav? Cause I’m not. That’s 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 wasn’t. We weren’t, actually. All thanks to Maverick fucking Mitchell. And his ex’s dumb parrot. Goddamn that bird.
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