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.
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.
Haha! Tis here! Please enjoy reading, and I will probably be posting the rest of the chapters I have written over the next week :DD
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Returning To You, Chapter I
third person
He’d done it, he’d done it; they’d all done it and Maverick felt utterly ecstatic. He’d come so far from when he’d first been up in the air since Goose’s death. No it wasn’t the same flying with someone else, and Maverick doubted that it would feel the same again, but he wasn’t about to give up right there and then.
“You!” One voice sounded out louder than everyone else’s cheering on deck.
Maverick turns to see Iceman Kazansky looking straight at him.
“You are still dangerous,” he continues as Maverick takes off his aviator sunglasses.
Is that a good thing? Maverick asks himself. It might be, but since Ice is saying it, he won’t keep his hopes up, just in case. And just as he’s about to reply with a cocky statement, Iceman jumps in again.
“You can be my wingman any time,” Ice says, starting with a small smile that turns into one full of sunshine.
Wingman?! Ice’s wingman?
“Bullshit, you can be mine,” Maverick replies, catching on to Ice’s smile like it was infectious.
Neither of them know who initiates the hug, but suddenly Maverick has wrapped his arms around him, and Ice does the same. It was surprisingly warm in his hug, so warm, despite the wind around them. Maverick almost didn’t want to let go, even more so now that he feels his heels lift ever so slightly off the ground. For some reason, the thought of Ice picking him up increases his pulse by about ten times.
But all too soon, they let go, and are left staring, and with loss of a better word, heart-eyed at each other; servants to the electricity that was fired up around them. Oh it felt crazy, it felt new and hopeful. They found themselves falling, so hard and fast, and for a few seconds, there was no-one but them in the entire world.
Then someone, Hollywood to be exact, whoops loudly in Maverick’s ear and catches him in a friendly headlock; then everybody was back. Maverick looks at Hollywood and joins in the cheering, but not before he catches Ice’s eyes.
I need to talk to you, his eyes say.
And as he steps past him to Slider, “Twenty one hundred, outside the mess hall,” he hisses in Maverick’s ear.
He looks after him, confused, but he’s dragged away by Hollywood and Wolfman to continue to celebrate.
~~~
Maverick was stood outside the mess hall leaning on the railing at ten to nine. Why so late?
He’d been thinking about it for the whole day. Why did Ice want to talk to him? Why did Ice want to talk to him this late in the evening? It was confusing to say the least.
“You came,”
Maverick turns around from the railing. “You called,”
Iceman joins him in leaning on the railing next to him. “You doing okay?”
“Yeah,” Maverick says brightly.
“Mav, you know I can tell when you’re not, right?”
Maverick sighs, unsure how to react to the blond calling him out. “Thought I was doing a pretty good job of convincing everyone,”
“I said I knew,” Ice replies, turning his head to look at him.
“Yeah. Well,”
“..so?” Ice says after a moment.
“So what?”
“So.. are you okay, really?”
Maverick looks back at the darkening sea below them and sighs again.
“Mav,”
“I don’t know,”
“How did you find today?”
“It was alright,” he pauses. “How did you find it?”
“Alright aswell,” Ice replies.
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
“Nothing in particular,” Iceman shrugs.
“Huh, okay,” Maverick pauses for a moment. “What do you, uh, suggest we talk about then?”
Ice inhales as if he was about to say something, but lets the breath go.
“What?”
“Nothing,”
“Ice,” Maverick presses, sidestepping closer to him. “What,”
Ice looks at him from the corner of his eye. “… I wasn’t gonna say anything,”
“Yes you were?”
“I wasn’t, Mav,”
Maverick frowns up at him. “Fine. But I think you were,”
Ice says nothing.
“Sorry for… making it so tense,”
“.. I was going to say something,”
“See? I knew it,”
“Yeah..”
Maverick gives him a second.
“...You really wanna be my wingman?”
“I thought we went over this earlier, you were gonna be mine,”
“Mav I’m serious,”
“So am I,”
This statement stumps Ice. “...Is that a yes?”
Maverick smiles, nudging Ice’s shoulder, electricity sparking from the touch. “Yes, of course it is,”
Ice smiles.
“Why did you ask me that? If I wanted to be your wingman,”
“Uhh…” Truthfully, Ice didn’t want to stop being with Maverick after they’d all graduated. He’d grown too close to him, in some sense, even though they’d hardly spoken to each other unless it was to exchange a rivalry-laced remark. But he couldn’t say that, at least not quite yet. “I don’t know,”
“I mean, we hardly know each other,” Maverick says, continuing to look at Ice.
“True,” he replies.
“So... um, hi,” Maverick says awkwardly, holding out his hand. “I’m Pete Mitchell,”
“Hi,” Ice says, a little smile turning up the corners of his mouth, reaching out to shake Maverick’s outstretched hand. “Tom Kazansky, aka your wingman,”
“Pleased to meet you,” he says, unable to stop smiling.
“Pleased to meet you too,” Ice replies, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.
Ice’s eyes almost burn into Maverick’s, so he breaks the eye-contact, looking down only to discover that he was still holding Ice’s hand, and an unexplainable flush appears on his cheeks as he wiggles his hand out of Ice’s.
Ice smiles too, looking at the sea that was turning slowly black as the sun had set.
“Uhh, what’s your favourite colour?” Maverick asks.
“What?”
“What? I wanna know,”
Ice sighs. “Guess,”
“Uhhh… blue?”
“Not really,”
“Not really? Okay, what about purple? Or turquoise?”
Ice could feel his heart start to melt. “No,”
“… Green? No, no wait…” he narrows his eyes in thought.
“Want me to tell you?” Ice asks.
“No! I know it, I know it,”
“No you don’t..”
“I do! Its definitely indigo!”
“No it’s not!” Ice laughs.
“What?! I was sure that was it…”
“Red,”
“Red? Really?”
“Yeah,” Ice nods, still smiling at Maverick’s many attempts at guessing.
“You said it was close to blue!”
“I said blue was almost my favourite,”
Maverick sighs dramatically. “Well then, you’ll never guess mine,”
“It’s yellow isn’t it,”
He stares at Ice open mouthed. “What?! How- How did you- I thought that was gonna take you forever to figure out!”
Ice laughs. “You’re obviously a yellow person Mav, how was I supposed to not get it?”
“Ohh come on, you knew what it was that before,”
“I did not!” Ice protests. “How would I have known?”
“I don’t know,” he says, shrugging but still smiling.
~~~
Maverick wakes up shivering in the middle of the night. He had had a dream, but he can’t remember what it was about. Only that it chilled him right down to the bone.
He’d left Ice reading in the room that had a couple of sofas inside it an hour ago according to his watch, that now said it was thirty five past one; and he wondered if he was still there. He might be. Maverick hoped he was. So, he makes a decision to go and walk back down there, he wanted to be near someone, he felt so empty a lot of the time, but especially now, and he was cold, so that kind of made it worse.
Quietly, Maverick pushes open the door that was half closed, as he’d left it. The floor creaks slightly as he steps into the room, and it immediately feels so much warmer than anywhere else. Ice is still sitting in the corner of one of the sofas, and he looks up, having heard the floor creak.
Without saying a single word, Maverick curls up next to him.
“Mav?” Ice asks him. “You okay?”
He somehow manages to shrug and shiver at the same time, but he doesn’t reply, thinking the excuse of ‘being cold’ wouldn’t make it, and the one of ‘having a dream’ too childish to say to someone you’ve only just become friends with.
“Maverick?” Ice asks again as he adjusts his arm around his shoulders.
The smaller pilot pushes himself closer to the other, the ability to form a sentence gone.
“Cold?”
He nods, shivers running down his back.
Ice smiles. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“I don’t know..” he says, gazing at the page Ice had been reading from in front of him.
“Well then, come here,” Ice says quietly as he wraps his arms around him, and just the feeling of him around him warms Maverick from the inside. Never had he thought that his ice cold rival could give such hugs that made it feel like his bones were melting.
“Your hugs are so warm,” he says quietly.
“You’ve only had two of them,” Ice replies, smiling.
Maverick sniffs. “Still,”
“Are you just cold or is something else bothering you too?”
“Just cold,” he lies. He didn’t have the courage to tell him about the hazy dream.
“Well it is getting pretty cold out lately, so I guess that’s fair enough,” Ice muses.
“Mhm,” Maverick mumbles agreement.
The next day the carrier docks in the late afternoon, and everyone says their goodbyes, since they were all leaving each other to go back to their squadrons. Hollywood and Wolfman go out earlier than everyone else, and they all know that they were celebrating by themselves. Maverick apologises to Sundown again about his angry attitude when they flew together the first time he’d been up in the air after Goose. Sundown takes his apology and says don’t worry about it again, so at least that clears up the tension.
Maverick hangs back a little after everyone leaves to speak to Viper about where he was going to go next, but Viper said he’d already contacted his VF-142 squadron that he’d be going wherever he wanted to go, and that didn’t necessarily mean returning to it. He’s thankful for that, and once he discovers Ice and Slider are going to a squadron nearby TOPGUN anyway, he decides on the spot to join them.
He didn’t want to leave the person he could call a friend this early.
IT'S ACTUALLY HERE!!! And I remembered to post it!!
This one is so very soft, that is my only ‘warning’ for you :3
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Returning to You, Chapter II
third person
Even in the bathroom it was hard to breathe, hard to make himself believe he could do so, hard to convince himself that he was not drowning. His chest burned like there was a mounting pressure inside it, and his throat felt like a combination of salt and sandpaper.
Drowning. With Goose, powerless to how he dragged him under the waves alongside him.
Maverick felt sick, so sick, so guilty at how he was alive and here and breathing and Goose was not.
The tears running down his cheeks slowly turned from stress-filled to heartbroken as he leans over the sink and sobs into it.
Why?
Why did he have to die? Why did it have to happen? Why do I still feel like this after a month? Still feel as strongly as I did in the weeks following it?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Unanswered questions fly through his mind and force him to pay attention to them like flares do. It hurt, it was terrifying, it made him feel hopeless.
And now his head was hurting too.
A few minutes later, he’s left standing at the sinks, staring numbly at his hands through bloodshot eyes, his head thumping with the beat of his heart. Maverick feels empty, like there’s nothing at all inside him, but at the same time, he feels like there’s so much more left inside him, it hurts to think about it. Being alone after a nightmare was hard, even though he’d never been with someone afterwards. He was too embarrassed to tell Ice that he had nightmares, it seemed childish and not something someone who flew jets at insane speeds would be scared of. It was lonely and cold in this part of the carrier, and shivers started to escape through him like black ink spreading in water.
“Mav?” A familiar but unexpected voice sounds out behind him, so he looks round the door’s edge.
“Ice?” His voice is gravelly, so he swallows to clear his throat as he’s faced with his wingman standing at the door with a concerned look on his face.
“Are you okay?” Ice asks after a pause. “I heard you coughing,” he adds in a quieter tone.
Maverick sniffs. “Yeah, no I’m fine,” he says in a voice as convincing as he can muster after crying about a nightmare for five minutes.
“Oh,” Ice replies, looking at the floor.
His voice sounds a little disappointed.
“See you later,” he says slowly, backing out of the door.
Maverick is left staring at the empty door frame.
Why did I let him leave? Why did I say I was okay? Why did I let him walk away?He thinks, biting the inside of his cheeks for a second too long.
“Wait-” he gets out, jolting out of his trance to head in the direction Iceman left in. “Ice-”
“...Yeah?” Ice turns his head at the mention of his name.
Maverick’s throat dries immediately, and he looks down at his dogtags hanging around his neck. “Uhm..” He can’t think of anything to say but he doesn’t want to let Ice walk away again. “Um, I-” Unexplainable tears begin to form in his eyes and he presses a hand to them, swiping them away.
“Are you okay?” Ice asks softly.
One drips down his cheek. “..no,”
“Mav..” Ice says, opening his arms for the upset pilot standing shivering in front of him. “Come here,”
Then Maverick is there, and the gut-wrenching feeling inside him releases its flood-gates of emotions, and he sobs into Ice’s shoulder.
“Oh Pete,” Ice says into his hair, his arms wrapped tightly around him.
Hearing his name spoken like that by Ice breaks down an extra wall Maverick didn’t know he had up. It was the first time Ice had said his first name anyway. It makes him feel warm right inside him, thawing the cold the dream had brought from inside and out. He was warm, he had a hug like sunrays on black tarmac.
Never had Maverick thought he’d be this close to Ice, both mentally and physically, especially when not even a month ago they were rivals competing for the prize of winning Top Gun; but here they were, hugging each other at three am in a dark corridor on an aircraft carrier.
Maverick sniffs, squeezing shut his eyes and drawing in a shaky breath. “I- Ice.. I’m sorry-” He says, moving back half a step.
Ice shakes his head as he starts to run his hands down Maverick’s arms. “Hey, no, don’t be sorry,”
“But you should be asleep,”
“I wasn’t asleep anyway Mav, did I not tell you I have insomnia?”
Maverick shakes his head as he looks down.
“Well, now you know,” Ice says as he reaches Maverick’s hands and holds them.
He stays quiet, concentrating on the feeling of Ice’s hands holding his.
“Maverick,” Ice says. “What is it?”
“.. Can I- uh,” The question was right there on the tip of his tongue. Say it. Say it. Worst he could reply with is no. “S-stay with you tonight?”
Ice smiles. “Course you can,”
Maverick exhales and slowly looks back up at Ice. “Thank you,”
A few minutes later, they were both in the bed that was too small for even one of them in Ice’s cabin, Maverick pressed against Ice, feeling like he wouldn’t be able to hide his feelings for him from him now that he was this close to him.
“You called me Pete,” he says, his voice muffled.
“Oh.. yeah, that okay?”
“Yeah,” It felt like you cared even more than you do. He adds silently.
“Oh good,” Ice replies, and the huff of his breath makes Maverick involuntarily sigh. “You feeling better now?”
“Mhmm,” If truth be told, he didn’t want to tell him about why he was upset, he didn’t want to burden him with the stuff that was his to worry about. He was too exhausted to do anything other than to slowly inhale Ice’s scent and feel his eyes get heavy, it was quarter past three after all.
“You can go to sleep if you’re tired,” Ice says into Maverick’s hair, but he hardly catches it as he’s finally pulled into unconsciousness.
~~~
Early the next morning, Maverick leaves Ice’s cabin after giving him a thank you and goes quietly back to his own; and even though it was cold in his cabin, he brought the warmth of Ice with him, and he slipped easily back into sleep for the next half an hour before his alarm went off.
The carrier docked at ten, and he stuck as close as he could get to Ice the whole time they signed off and went to find the place they were to be staying for the next three days. It was a nice little beachside hotel that had typical blue and white doors and rescued driftwood for it’s signs, both the hotel name and the room numbers.
The rooms went from two to twelve, and they both were assigned room 10, which was surprising, even more so when Maverick discovered it only had one bed. Ice didn’t mind it at all, and he took the right side of it, so Maverick had the left. There was a little white painted wooden framed window with a small seat indented into it lined with scratchy red linen cushions, which Ice found rather picturesque.
That night they went for a long walk around the town and along the pebbled beach once the sun had dipped beyond the horizon. Maverick avoided looking too much in the direction of the sea, he found it’s power and scale slightly dizzying. It reminded him of Goose, it was terrifying how much it could make him think of that day, even now.
“Do you like the view here?” he asks Ice.
“Uh-huh,” Ice replies, looking at Maverick. “Do you?”
“Eh,” he shrugs. “It’s alright. I would prefer a valley or something though,”
“Really? Why’s that?”
Maverick stays quiet for a few seconds, thinking over his answer. “It’s... huge,”
“Valleys can be big too,”
“Yeah, I know, but with the sea it just goes on forever,” he says, looking at it behind Ice.
“True,” Ice nods. “Wanna sit down for a while?”
“Sure,” Maverick says, stopping and standing on some of the pebbles to flatten them into one another.
For a few minutes, they just listen to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, until Ice nudges Maverick.
“Hey look at this one,” he says, holding out a stone that was a peculiar shape.
Maverick tilts his head to try and figure out what it was supposed to be. “What is it meant to be?” he asks.
Ice smiles. “The wings,”
And then Maverick saw it. It was made into a wide v shape, and its sides were slightly jagged, like the feathers. Or it could be a heart. “Oh, yeah,”
“Here, you can have it,”
“No, you found it, you keep it,” Maverick protests.
“Come on, it’s a present,” Ice says, pressing it into his palm.
He smiles, sighing through his nose. “Okaay,”
“Now you gotta find me one,” Ice smirks.
“Alright, if I find one it can be your present too,” he says, beginning to look around him.
“If?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
“When,” Maverick corrects himself.
And not two minutes later, Maverick finds one, smaller than the wing-heart one Ice found for him, but in a spiked six point star shape, or like a snowflake.
“Tada!” He says, leaning into him and holding it out in his hands. “A star, or snowflake, to match your name,”
Ice smiles and takes it from him. “You actually found one?”
“Course I did! Think I’d let my wingman down?” Maverick replies, leaning his head on Ice’s shoulder.
“No, I didn’t,” Ice says, smiling, trying to ignore the strange mix of tension and friendship bouncing around them. “Thank you,”
“You’re welcome,” Maverick smiles. He doesn’t move, despite the electrified air around them.
Ice slowly reaches his right arm around Maverick, and holds him there. It’s definitely warmer than sitting on the breezy beach alone, and Ice doesn’t mind if Maverick’s there, if anything, he’s glad he leant on him, he’d be too embarrassed to pull him closer himself.
Even though it’s late, even though the sea air is cold, they both felt warm, leaning on each other, holding their pebbles the other had given them, listening to the waves, it felt like nothing could be better.
