#icemav fic

[enthyrea]

icemav commission for @themortalscout for their fic, eyes like daggers! thank you so much for commissioning me, this was a ton of fun 🤍

[kcsplace]

Ice and Mav get together shortly after the events of the first film, teaching together at Top Gun and then going home together. They're insanely, crazily, never-getting-over-this in love with each other.

But always in the back of Mav's mind is Ice's ambition for his career, knows those shoulders should bear stars, and that being tied to Mav, or worse, anyone finding out about them, hell even gossiping, will turn Mav from albatross to anchor and Ice would be lucky to stay in the Navy at all, let alone advance and climb the ladder the way he wants, the way he deserves.

The way, in Mav's opinion, the Navy needs.

So, despite it tearing his heart from his chest, despite it nearly killing him, he breaks up with Ice, leaving behind the man he loves and the secret vows they whispered to each other when nobody else could hear.

Time passes. Deployments come and go. Suicide missions are survived. Orders are generally followed.

And Ice advances, promotion after promotion filling his file, the man becoming a part of the Brass as though born to it, a natural leader, a man those under his command want to follow, want to impress, want to emulate.

Nobody has ever met Kazansky's wife but he's worn a wedding ring for years, decades even, but he always attends events alone. His staff begin to wonder if he's a widower but they sure as shit aren't asking about it. Fair he might be, but the Admiral is also firm about one rule: personal life is private.

Nor do they ask about why he always steps in for a Captain Mitchell, winkling him out of whatever trouble he'd gotten himself into this time, the man a menace as much as a hero.

They chalk it up to the mural that graces the halls of every command that the Admiral has ever led, the Layton Rescue, a feat so heroic it's whispered about in the halls even to this day.

But never is it mentioned to the Admiral.

Not until The Mission.

Not until said Captain ends up on their doorstep, not until he walks into the Admiral's office like he belongs there despite his lack of appointment. Not until ice's aide, scurrying after the man, the myth, the menace, almost crashed into the Captain's back at how he stops short in the doorway.

The aide's blustering attempt to apologize to the Admiral stop short as he hears the Captain speak, the man gaping at the ring that encircles the Admiral's finger and asks "you still wear it? You kept my ring?"

When the aide tries to recount the story later to an agog staff meeting, he can't for the life of him capture the depth and rawness of emotion in the Admiral's voice, the distraught yet fond expression on his face as he spoke.

"I kept everything."

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[nonscathingbullets]

A Letter Too Late

*An Icemav drabble

Maverick stumbles across something long overdue.

(Not proofread.)

Warnings: Sadness and death.

With each step Pete took, his heart sank deeper and deeper into the pit of his stomach. It had only been a few short months since Tom had passed and Pete was having a harder time with accepting it than most. Maybe even harder than Sarah.

He pondered her feelings as he hopped the wooden fence near the back of their home and snuck to the window just outside of his former wingman's office.

Pete cautiously slid the window up and slipped inside with a shocking amount of ease. Luckily, Sarah and the kids were out of town at their new home. They'd been in the middle of moving everything from their old home for about a month and by the looks of Tom's office, they still had yet to touch a single thing. In fact, everything looked almost untouched since Pete had been there last.

He stumbled back as a sick feeling bubbled up in his stomach.

It was like Tom was off on a flight or out grocery shopping and he'd return later.

Pete wanted to believe that was true as his eyes became fixed on the wire-rimmed reading glasses that laid on top of Tom's laptop, unfolded as if their presence there was merely temporary.

Any moment, Tom would walk through the threshold of his office and place them on the bridge of his nose before sifting through papers, or studying the new Tomcat model on his computer. He'd send Pete a text to come by and they'd spend the afternoon together.

It first started as frustration for one another's arrogance and soon spiraled into secret kisses and hidden dates.

They both thought it would last forever... until Tom made the decision to cut it short.

Having to hide from everyone along with the painful thought of hurting Sarah was too much weight to bear.

Of course they stayed in touch. Stayed close. But Tom became what he used to be. Ice.

Pete swallowed his tears as he noticed an opened shoe box underneath the desk. He kneeled down between the desk and chair as he wiggled the box close enough to grab with both of his hands.

As he sat down in the chair and placed the box down, he noticed loads of what appeared to he handwritten letters spilling from the edges. One of them looked like it was just previously read not the long ago.

Pete plucked the letter up from the box and straighten the page out enough to read.

As his eyes carefully scanned the words, the tears he thought he'd successfully evaded earlier began spilling like a fountain from his eyes.

To my love, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

I'm writing this in the hopes that I will finally have the guts to give it to you before it's too late. The truth is that I am very sick. Probably too sick to be around for very much longer. There are several things that I need you to know directly from me.

I never stopped loving you Maverick. I've loved you every day, every hour, every minute since I first laid eyes on you. I've regretted my decision to leave you every moment from the day I left you, but my own pride and stubbornness has prevented me from telling you up to now.

Here it is. My heart ripped open and laid bare for you. I'm terrified that I wont have much longer. That we wont have much longer. All the doctors say I'm pretty bad off and it feels like everyone around me is already preparing for what seems like the inevitable. Everyone accept for you.

You've managed to make me feel the most alive and human I have ever felt even now. I can no longer resist your wild charms and your unconventional love.

I will try my best to fight through this ever growing death that has it's sharp nails gripping me like a hot vice. If I can will you come back to me? Do I even deserve something like that? To have you back in my arms? To have your softness underneath me again?

My body feels so weak, but my heart remains strong for you to the very last beat. Tomorrow I will have this letter finally delivered to you. If only you could wait for me. Allow me the privilege to gaze into your beautiful, dangerous eyes again.

My world looks so bleak right now, but your colors always make it that much more vibrant for me. I'm so sorry for the pain I must have been putting you through this whole time. I am now paying for that pain with my own ten fold.

Once you receive this letter, if you've decided to forgive me, please meet me at our secret spot near the ocean. You know the one.

Forever your wingman and lover in this life and the next, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky.

Pete gripped the letter tightly between both of his fists as a sob tore through his body.

The letter that never came.

The box was full of letters that never came. Each one dedicated to him from Tom. Each one full of love and regret. Each one kept hidden.

Hidden from Sarah. Hidden from Pete.

The pain was too much for Pete to bear as he collapsed to the floor, allowing his tears to soak the very last words he'd ever receive from the only person he ever truly loved.

It was too late. It was all too late.

[hinzz345]

guys, can u tell me icemav fic where mav is the malewife literally ice "wife"/stay at home. And ice is the husband??

[redecho86]

freebird - icemav

(m) Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/ Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Post-Movie: Top Gun (1986), Top Gun Instructor Iceman, Coworkers to Lovers, woo its the 90s, pining Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Kazanksy, Because why would Mitchell ever bother to learn his first name? I hear you’re teaching at Top Gun nowadays. It was nice of Viper to offer you my leftovers. “Bastard,” Tom sighed as the grin of Maverick exasperation crept up on him. Anyway, I may be getting dishonourably discharged. They’re dumping me at North Island on June 19th, so catch you on the flip side if you’re not too busy with the brass all shoving sticks up your own asses. Yours sincerely, the better pilot P.S. tell slider he looks like the aliens from Independence Day

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[randomtacoscry]

Okay I know this is a long shot but there was this one hangster fic (icemav was also part of it for like 1-2 chapters) called Ride in this Life with You or something (I feel like there were parenthesis in the title) and I CANNOT find it. It was truly like one of those fics that change your life and it was soooo good ahhhh.

ANYWAYS, any chance anyone has it? Carole dies at the beginning when Bradley’s like 4 I think, Sarah’s last name is Kilmer and Ice lowk cheats on Mav by proposing to her, and I think that’s like all I mostly remember ugh. I don’t have a specific word count but I think it was like somewhere around 30,000-150,000 words haha

[magneticghouls]

i have the faintest memory of a icemav fic i read years ago...i remember them on the road, and i remember a postcard being read in a car at like a gas station?? i know this is so little to go off of but I can't find anything like it in my bookmarks. if anyone has any fic that comes to mind pleaseee help a girl out

[g0ldenwing]

icemav f1 au — podium sparks

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

ice leans in. just a little closer than necessary. close enough that mav can feel the heat of him brushing against his side. the words are low, calm, professional, “well done,” but the tone—soft, private, carrying a weight no one else hears—sets mav’s stomach twisting. their elbows press together as they shift slightly to dodge the photographers, and mav is acutely aware of the contact, like it’s amplifying every nerve ending he has.

he wants to pull back, wants to focus on the cameras, on the crowd, on anything else—but his body refuses. ice smells faintly of the track, of rain, of something warm and metallic that makes mav’s chest tighten. he swears his heart has doubled its pace in the past half-second.

ice straightens, smooth and calm, stepping back like nothing happened. the words are already swallowed by the roar of the crowd, the flash of cameras, the cheers. mav is left blinking at the lights, fingers tingling, stomach tight.

and in that moment—racing heartbeat, adrenaline still lingering—he realizes something that scares him a little. he’s been noticing all of this. every glance, every smirk, every accidental brush. every casual touch that ice probably doesn’t even think about. every quiet word.

it’s been adding up all weekend, and suddenly it hits him: he’s been caught. by ice. by the presence, by the way ice makes his chest squeeze and mind spin without even trying. by the fact that all of this—the rivalry, the teasing, the subtle provocations—might mean more than it should.

mav swallows hard, cheeks heating, trying to convince himself he’s imagining it. But the memory of that fleeting warmth, of that tiny, effortless elbow press, keeps him rooted in place. and he can’t decide if he’s terrified, exhilarated, or both.