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A fic masterlist! Finally!

And here is my ao3 account :D

Take your pick, all of these are sfw, full of fluff or angst and definitely hurt/comfort; and are rated either gen or teen^^

More detailed summaries added underneath each one and oh my god this post is so long

featuring the main two of all of these bc why the hell not

Oh and the series on ao3 is linked in the headings of each sector :)

I will be updating this whenever I write more fics, so keep watch XD

☁️The heavens told me that clouds have been grey

all of my icemav fics! So guaranteed smooches <3 none of them link to each other unless they are in a seperate series ^^

find the masterlist here! yes I made a seperate post its because there are so many of them quq

🌟Canons shoot ships but not this one

all of my fics that could fit into the canon timeline, (featuring an occasional icemav smooch cus lets be for real they did probably kiss at least once)

find the masterlist here! yes I made a seperate post for this too lmao

Long-fics (5k or above)

🍁Hot Summer Nights to Cold Winter Days (18k words, 10 chapters split between two works)

Rated Teen, with fluff and a genourous amount of angst and hurt/comfort

When Goose and his pilot were allowed to go to Top Gun, then Ice couldn’t think of anything better. Only until he’d seen Maverick and fallen head over heels in love with him. That July Saturday had changed everything, Goose had gone, and Maverick had fallen into a deep dark pit, and Ice, wanting to look out for Maverick, had dived straight in after him, unwilling to let his wingman get stuck there. Ice promised Maverick he’d go to the ends of the earth with him, and that is what he would do, even if it meant they’d both hurt.

❄️Returning to You (25k words, 15 chapters)

❄️ Letters : Epilogue (1.5k words)

Rated Teen, a lot of angst. Seriously. But a lot of hurt comfort to make up for it :,) Oh yeah, the amnesia is the cause of the angst..

In the months after Goose’s death, Maverick has been forging a deep friendship with Iceman. So deep, in fact it feels like nothing could come between them, even though he hasn’t been entirely honest about exactly how he is feeling. It’s hard to do, but it only seems to get harder when a scouting mission takes a turn for the worse.

🌷Galloping into the Cold (5k+ words, completely a wip, 3 chapters right now)

Rated Teen, angst, fluff hurt-comfort, medieval au, they ride horses.

Thomas Kazansky, nicknamed Ice for the personality that isn’t even his; feels like he’s stuck in his pampered posh life. That’s until he falls off his horse and meets Peter Mitchell and realises he might have a chance to be something other than his surname.

🌙 when the human strokes your skin, that is when you let them in (29k words, 14 chapters)

Rated Teen, angst hurt/comfort and secretive mutual pining with miscommunication sprinkled on top

Top Gun. Top Gun! Maverick had only gone and actually done it, and it would be the best five weeks of his life, for sure. If only there wasn’t a distraction with the name of Iceman. Anyway, he was so relieved that he was going to do it and win that trophy with Goose. But many things don’t go to plan.

🌹Roses (5k words, a 4+1)

Rated Teen, angst, unrequited love, a lot of valentines days, pining and eventual fluff

Nobody in Iceman’s life has meant more to him than Pete Mitchell does. He’s dangerous and annoying but incredibly cute, and Ice thinks if he looks at him one more time with that smile of his, his legs are going to give out under him. Try as he might, he can’t say anything to address the crush he has on him. // Or, the four times Ice wants to admit to Maverick that he loves him and the one time he does.

🧊Not Enough (11k words, a 5+1)

Rated teen, angst, self doubt, abusive parents, mutual pining and eventual fluff

Iceman has been told one way or another and all through his life that he's not good enough, for whatever that may be. He dreads turning out even the slightest bit like his father, and he'll do everything in his power to stop himself from becoming like him. / Or, five ways people say to Ice that he's not enough and the one time he says it.

🐎Heaven In Your Eyes (WIP, 2 chapters at 3k)

They r cowboys, no-one dies, (!?!), they ride horses, with pining, fluff and friends to lovers

Thomas Kazansky is the notorious peace-maker of the new place in Colorado the people call Durango. Pete Mitchell was supposed to be passing it on his way to California, but the small town seemed nice enough to stay for while. For some reason, their paths keep crossing, but Pete, as rebellious as he is, doesn't mind. / Or, a western icemav fic that takes place in 1886

❤️‍🩹Goose lives AU (Goose lives and there's no such thing as DADT)

❤️‍🩹Seasick (1632 words)

Rated Teen, sickfic, hurt/comfort A mission is flown, the mission is successful, but a certain Pete Maverick Mitchell is seasick. Badly.

❤️‍🩹Saved by Sickness (2037 words)

Rated Teen, sickfic, hurt/comfort, this is how Goose lives lol The thing about Iceman is that he never gets sick. Or at least he thought he didn’t. Most of the time it was just a cold. Most of the time he jut felt a little bit more tired for a couple of days, then he was back to normal. This was not one of those times, as he's about to find out.

❤️‍🩹Spur of the Moment (3788 words)

Rated Teen, with fluff, pining, Goose and Slider embarrassing both Ice and Mav, and no DADT cus who am I to do that??? Maverick is about to fall asleep standing. He's so tired that the last thing he's going to be thinking about is what comes out of his mouth. Especially if it's 'baby'. Especially if it's to his wingman. Or, Maverick calls Ice 'baby' for the first time.

🕊Angelus AU (The icemav boys are angels, but that isn't normal)

🕊Growing Pains (1494 words)

Rated Teen, patching up injuries, angst, post-argument, hurt/comfort He doesn’t know how he gets to his bathroom, but once he reaches a point that lets him lift his head up to try and see his back in the mirror, he’s immediately chucked into a pit of horror and disbelief. “Oh god-” His wings were growing. God dammit of course they had to choose tonight to start.

🕊Cold Wings (2137)

Rated Teen, patching up injuries, fluff, hurt/comfort

The good news? Ice was there. / The bad news? There was blood all over his back and he was about to collapse over the sink. / “Oh jesus christ-” Maverick says as he shuts the door behind him and goes straight over to him, dropping the towel on the floor. || Or, Ice's wings decide to appear at a very awkward time.

🌠Shooting Stars (A small series where the icemav both stargazed as kids and Maverick dated Charlie beforehand)

🌠Starboard Half Light (3104 words)

Rated Gen, with pining, and hurt/comfort

It had been such a tiring day, and so emotionally charged too, so why was Maverick still wide awake? It seemed like the only option he had left was to go see Iceman, his newly titled wingman. Hopefully he was awake. Maverick just wanted to talk to someone. Or, Maverick and Iceman talk on the starboard side of the USS Enterprise for the entire night

🌠Shooting Stars (1886 words)

Rated Teen, a lot of kissing and pining. So much kissing seriously.

Maverick has always loved stargazing, ever since he was a kid. He has also had a crush on Iceman ever since he laid eyes on him. So what better to do than go stargazing with him, right?

🌠Afterglow (1635 words)

Rated Teen, hurt/comfort obviously with mentions of guilt tripping and Mav's past relationship with Charlie

“I- I promised…” “Hey, hey… you don’t have to be s-” “Yes I do,” Maverick interrupts him. “I promised her I wouldn’t because she’d- she…” She? “Who, Mav?” Or, Maverick wakes up in the middle of the night and tries to hide the nightmare he's just had from Ice, because he knows what will happen if he tells him.

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Galloping into the Cold, Chapter I

Hello! It’s here! Chapter one!! I will be putting it on ao3 at some point soon under mysty_swirl410 :)

Rivalry, first meeting, mentions of abuse, mentions of alcohol

2540 words (somehow)

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The lane Peter was walking along was damp but well lit by the lowering sun. There was mud shoved into the sides of it by carriages and hundreds of feet walking along it. Not that it was a popular road, it just went down to the river bend and to the town the other way. Peter was going to the river, he wanted nothing more but to sit there and relax until it got too dark to see.

A few moments later, he jumps to the side as he hears a thundering of hooves. The dapple grey horse is a blur as it gallops past him, but it was obvious to see that it had no rider.

No rider?

Peter stops and turns around, checking the surroundings for anything, like someone running after the horse. Nothing.

He makes a split second decision to walk back up the path to try and find someone, he did not want to be chasing after a horse on his own.

Suddenly, he’s faced with a point where the lane splits into two. The left heads into town, he knows because he came from that direction; and the other was a smaller path labelled ‘keep out’. Delightful. It led to the Kazansky’s grounds. Peter wrinkles his nose in disgust and tries to think what the horse was tacked up with. It was quite high end stuff compared to the rugged, battered gear he had seen horses around town wear. To his disgust, he makes the decision to continue down the Kazansky’s road.

God he hated them. How they sat in their high and mighty manor and watched people beating horses in order for them to go faster and make the jockey even richer while everyone else in the town starved and died in the streets. He hated how they would hit the horses with their whips they carried and kicked them with the metal spurs they wore on their expensive, polished shoes.

No wonder he’d seen that dapple grey running off. He didn’t blame it.

Not a minute into his walk down the road, he comes face to face with a rider in a muddied red and black jacket on the side of the path. With blond hair.

Is that Ice Kazansky?!

“What are you doing here?” he asks, looking at Peter with eyes that seemed like they could cut stone. “It’s private property,”

Typical Kazansky’s, always moaning about what was theirs. “Was that your horse?” Peter asks.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

This one wasn’t called Ice for nothing. “Are you gonna answer mine?”

Peter’s answer stumps him. “...Yes it was,”

“I know it’s private,” he says. “Just came to see if there was someone who was supposed to be on the horse,”

He frowns at Peter.

“You gonna come with me to find it?” He asks, and finds himself holding out his hand.

“Her,” he snaps, trying to get up but slipping on the mud. He then grudgingly takes Peter’s hand, covering it in mud and just as quickly letting go.

Peter smirks slightly, but it’s gone from his face as soon as it came as he realises just how tall he was, standing half a foot above him.

“What’s your name?”

“Peter,” he says.

“Peter what?”

He pauses, not wanting to tell him. Then he does. “..Peter Mitchell,”

“Mitchell as in the duk-?”

“Yes Mitchell as in the ex-duke,” he says defensively, dreading what he would say next.

But he doesn’t drag it on. “Huh, okay, I’m-”

“Ice Kazansky, I know,”

“It’s Thomas, actually,”

This guy had an actual name?

“Which way did she go?” Thomas asks as they reach the split in the road.

“The left,” Peter replies, leading the way down the path. “What’s her name?”

“What?!”

“.. Your horse, what’s her name?” He repeats, confused.

“Oh, oh um, Marbl,” The fire disappears from his voice.

“Marbl?” Not bad, not bad at all for someone from a family who names their horses Bees Buzzing or something ridiculous like that. “Nice,”

They walk in silence for a while, Peter couldn’t think of anything to say, it wasn’t everyday you went walking down a muddy lane with a Kazansky looking for their horse.

“My parents are going to kill me if I lose her,” Thomas mutters.

“Really?”

He glances at him. “Yes,”

“Well then, let’s find her,” Peter smiles. He had no idea why he was being so nice to this stuck up individual.

As they get closer to the river, Thomas starts to look out even more than he’d been doing. Probably because it was a dead end, there wasn’t a way over the river for a long while in either direction.

He sighs with relief as they both spot the horse standing quietly by one of the willow trees.

Peter hangs back as Thomas goes slowly up to her, and watches him with an expression that couldn’t be described as anything other than complete awe.

“Hey girl, why’d you throw me off like that, huh?”

He wasn’t like anyone else in his family when it came to the horse. He was gentle with her, like he respected her as a living being and not just something to pull carriages or race. Marbl seemed to really trust him not to do anything stupid.

“You going to say hello?”

He snaps out of his trance as Thomas looks back at him. “M- me?”

“Well, you’re the only one here, so, yes, you,” he replies.

Peter’s heart is hammering in his chest as he walks slowly up to them both. Marbl was massive, and he meant massive. The tips of her ears were at least another half a foot above Thomas’s head, and that was tall enough for him.

“You look like you’ve never seen a horse before,” Thomas muses.

“I haven’t, not this close at least,”

“Really?” his voice is shocked.

“Uh huh,” he replies as he stares at Marbl, her mane in an intricate braid than runs down her neck and a little way down her shoulder. A smile creeps onto his face as he feels her warm breath on his face.

And suddenly Thomas had grabbed his hand and put it on her neck.

Peter’s eyes widen in shock for an instant, and then his smile comes back, feeling nothing but the warm fuzz of Marbl’s dapple-grey coat under his hand.

Marbl nickers softly.

“Woah,” he breathes, looking back at Thomas for a second, only to discover he was smiling. Feeling more confident about being in such close quarters with the horse, he slowly moves his hand up to stroke her face.

“She likes you,” Thomas says.

“Really?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t normally let people stroke her nose,”

Peter didn’t know that his smile could get wider, but somehow it did.

“Where were you riding her to?” he asks, looking at the patterns on Marbl’s leather bridle.

“Here, believe it or not. Where were you going?”

“Here,”

Thomas laughs and Peter looks back to him.

“What?”

“We would have met anyway,”

“That a bad thing?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.

“What? No..” he says it like he means it, which was, again breaking the Kazansky stereotype that Peter had built. “No,”

“Okay,” he smirks. “Its getting kinda late, I gotta get back,”

“Oh, alright, where you headed?”

“Back to town, I’ll catch you later,” the last bit was out before he could stop it.

“Alright,”

He didn’t know what was weirder, the fact that he had said he’ll see him later, or that Thomas hadn’t denied it. But he pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind as he salutes him and starts to walk back.

Well that was the strangest half an hour of my life to date. He thinks.

“Peter,”

“Uh huh?” he spins back around as Thomas says his name.

He pauses for a moment. “Want a ride?”

“I’ve… never ridden-”

“There’s always a first time,” he shrugs.

Something unexpected and fizzy begins inside him. “Oh.. kay?”

“Do you know how to get on a horse?” Thomas asks as he joins him at Marbl’s side again.

“Uhh..” He’s gonna think I’m such a nobody, not even knowing how to mount a horse.

“It’s okay if not,” he gives a small smile.

Never mind then. “Nope,”

“Right then, step one, get your foot on the stirrup. No help allowed,”

Peter stares at him. No way he was serious. The stirrup came up to his hip.

He laughs. “I’m kidding,” he says as he kneels on the ground, linking his hands together. “As I help, get your other leg over her, whilst holding onto the pommel,”

“The.. what?”

“The front bit of the saddle,” he replies. “Foot,”

Swallowing, Peter puts his foot on Thomas’ linked hands and grips onto the pommel, as he called it. Then he pushes him up enough so he can get his right leg over.

“Oh my god-” He gets out. It was so high.

Thomas smiles at him. “Tada!”

“H-how do you manage this?”

“Manage what?”

“Th- the tallness?”

He shakes his head as he lifts himself up onto Marbl’s back in front of Peter. “I don’t know, I guess I’m used to it,”

Peter had to fight the urge to wrap his arms around Thomas’ middle. “Uh huh,”

He twists his head around to look at him. “You think I’m going to make you sit there and hold on to nothing?”

Peter doesn’t say anything, his mouth parched.

He sighs, smiling as he gets a hold of Peter’s hands and tugs them around him. “I’m not gonna go fast,”

“Okay,” He hoped Thomas couldn’t feel his heart beating out of his chest as he clung on to him.

“Come on Marbl,”

There’s a jolt as Marbl starts walking slowly, and it makes Peter involuntarily tighten his arms around Thomas.

“This okay?” he asks.

“Mhm,” Peter raises his head to look over Thomas’ shoulder to see in front of them. They were so high up, it made Peter feel like he could touch the sky. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, half of him wanted them to go faster, and the other half wanted to run in the opposite direction.

It felt like such a short while they were walking back to town, for no real reason, Peter didn’t really want it to end.

“Oh god,” Thomas mutters under his breath as they reach the end of the path.

“What?”

“My mother’s over there,”

“Oh. And?”

“And?!” Thomas swings around to glare at Peter, who leans back to avoid knocking his chin against his shoulder.

He stays silent.

“And if she sees us I’m dead and you’re on the next train outta here! She thinks I’ve been at the stables the whole day!” he hisses.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go, she won’t notice,” he unhooks his arms from his middle and swings his leg over Marbl so he can slide off.

Thomas looks at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Thank you,” Peter says as his feet hit the road.

He gives him a curt nod.

“Will I see you again? You know for a Kazansky you’re not bad,”

Thomas thinks over this for a minute. “River, eleven am,” he replies, not letting out any hint of emotion.

Peter can’t stop the smile as he watches Ice Kazansky and Marbl turn around and canter back down the road.

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That night, the Kazansky’s dinner table is shrouded in a quiet tension. Thomas sits there, passing the time by sipping his drink. It was some kind of fruity, cold, expensive drink thing that his parents thought was his favourite. It wasn’t. He didn’t like any of the posh drinks his family bought at a hundred dollars a bottle or got given by equally rich friends. The fizz left an uncomfortable feeling across his tongue and the alcohol stripped his throat. But he drinks it all the same.

“Thomas,” comes the voice of his father.

“Yes father?”

“Your mother tells me she saw you in town with a…” he searches for the word. “Commoner,”

His heart sinks. “O-oh?”

“A commoner?! In town?!” Rupert, his older brother caws from beside him.

“Quiet Rue,” his mother says.

“Do you have anything except for, oh?”

He shakes his head. “No father,”

“Do you deny it?”

His heart is racing, a sick feeling beginning in the pit of his stomach. “No father,”

“You mean you were in town, with that damn horse of yours and a commoner?!”

“Marbl is not a damn horse,” The words were out before he could stop them.

“What did you say?” his father says slowly.

“N-nothing,” Sweat was breaking out on the palms of his hands.

“Abigail, please take yourself and Rue out,”

His mother does so, and Thomas turns his head away from his brothers mocking laughter.

“Stand up,”

He does so, knocking his chair backwards, and it teeters before he grabs it to stop it from falling over.

“If anyone catches you in town again, I will take that damn horse and shoot it myself, you hear me?”

“Y-yes father,” His voice was shaking as much as he was.

“Louder,”

“Yes father,”

“Look me in the eyes and say it, Thomas,”

He swallows as he looks into his fathers grey eyes inches away from his own. “Yes father, I understand,”

He almost doesn’t feel the impact of his fathers hand against his cheek, but a few seconds later, a red hot sting erupts across his face. He bites the inside of his cheek as he backs away, averting his eyes to stare at the floor.

“You’d better remember it,” he spits, stalking back to the other end of the table. “They can come back in. Thomas, get out of here, I don’t want to lay my eyes on you for another day,”

He doesn’t take a second chance as he walks out of the room, pressing his hand to his nose that he could feel was slowly dripping blood.

Somehow, he gets to his room, rushing into the en suite to grab a wad of tissue for his nose. He kicks off his boots and formal jacket, everything was too tightly fitted.

He hates it, hates it all, his parents, his sugar-coated life, the dozens of outfits he had for every occasion imaginable and for the ones that don’t even exist, the food and the drink and everything in between.

Meeting Peter earlier couldn’t have been just a coincidence, right? They were going to have met anyway, but he managed to let Marbl chuck him off and then that’s why they met earlier than they were going to. He lets out a breath, slumping to the floor in the bathroom, leaning his head on the wall as the bottom half of his vision blurred with unshed tears.

Peter wasn’t really like any other people he’d met around town on his family’s outings. He gave him a chance to be something other than his surname. He remembers the look of awe he had given him when he went up to Marbl once they’d found her.

And the smile he’d given him like eight times, no-one had ever smiled at him like that.

Thomas liked the way he had smiled at him.

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What if I said I was planning an icemav au?

I’m using the word “planning” loosely, it’s four thousand words at the moment… and destroying all other thoughts in my head.

It’s an au where it’s slightly old-world ish, there is a toxic hierarchy, forbidden love, angst, terrible parenting, etc etc.. oh. And they ride horses.

…

Want a sneak peak?

Here ;)

If people like the idea of this enough I might post chapter one here 👀 and give more info on it, just need to sort it out first hehe

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At long last, it seems like here is my intro post 😌

WELCOME!!!

I am Equinox, or Mysty, idm which one you use hehe~ and I use they/them pronouns!

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