some icemav angst :p forever obsessed with ice āloving maverick isnt the problem, him being a man isā kazansky
Thereās a man in white standing in front of him.
Pressed uniform. Golden bars. Ice blue eyes that could still gut him from a thousand yards, yet today they gleam like spring rivers under sunlight.
His hair is combed back just like always, but neater, like heās trying, like he cares. He grins, wide and blinding, and Maverick feels his heart stutter into that old familiar rhythm againāIce, Ice, Ice.
Thereās a man in white walking toward the altar.
He loves him with the kind of love that burns under skin, that seeps into bone, that no war, no sky, no command chain ever managed to ground.
He loves him in every language he never got to speak.
The altar is a sea of soft pastels and Maverick wants to laugh because who would've taken Ice for a flowers guy? It's unexpected.
Not to him though. Maverick knows. He knows Ice loves flowers and that the bastard is actually interested in them, Ice loves flowers with that secret softness of his that only Maverick ever got to see, at 3 a.m. or with beers on their breaths, or wrapped in bedsheets.
Ice stands tall, always the picture of control, but Maverick knows every tick of that body. He sees the way his shoulders straighten, the same shoulders heās kissed a hundred times in shadows, in silence, in stolen moments.
His lips, curved now in a perfect smile, were once pressed to Maverickās neck in the dark.
His eyesāthose goddamn eyesāhave seen him through grief, through ecstasy, through goddamn war.
They are a shade lighter now. Joy does that.
Thereās a man in white in front of Maverick, who looks at him when he says I do to the woman holding his hands.
The womanāSarah or somethingāis soft where Maverick is fire, steady where he is sky-sick and dangerous.
Maverick doesnāt hate her, not really. He just hates that she walked trough a door that was never opened for him.
After all, she is only standing where he was never allowed to stand.
There's a man in white standing in front of him.
And Maverick thinks, just before starting his best man speech ifā
If there's a world where, Ice doesnāt flinch at the thought of loving a man. One where Maverick gets to be that man.
"Thomas Iceman Kazansky," he starts with a smile, "My wingman."
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