#german gale au

[middlingmay]

German Gale AU Part 6

Links to Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The letters continue to come, infrequent, always brief and vague, but each one buoys John’s spirit like nothing else can.

I saw a plane flying overhead today. It made me think of you.

I’m meeting lots of new people, but none of them are like you. I think, perhaps, you meet only one person in your life who you connect with like that, yes?

I wish I could hear from you. I know this is impossible, but I would give much to know you’re safe.

The 100th ramp up their bombings. The Allied fighters actively engage the Germans, and there are losses on both sides, but there is a visible weakening in the German Luftwaffe. The boys crow with every victory, and honestly a lot of the time John does, too. But then when he can’t supress it anymore, he remembers Russelsheim and the murders and the fury. And it’s hard to feel victorious.

But then he thinks of Gale and his modest pile of letters, and he knows this has to end one way or another.

On the 3rd of June 1944, John gets his first taste that this war will actually end one day. The brass call all Majors into a classified briefing and tell them about plans that have been brewing for years for an Allied landing in Europe. Their role in their B-17s would be to target Germany’s military, industrial and economic centre. Railways in particular, are target number one, they’re told. Without critically hampering the communications and transport of the Germans across France, Belgium and Germany itself, a landing will never take place.

For the first time since long before he went down, John feels a spark of excitement.

He’s not allowed to tell his squadron yet, but he whips them into shape with a frenzy that has them all suspecting something.

Crosby works with an intensity that has John worried about him. But none of them get a second to breathe—he has no time to check on him.

The take off is at night, their way lit by thousands of flares. They’re loaded with medium bombs, and when they’re in the air, John risks a look either side and the sheer number of birds gives him the same thrill he felt when he first got off the ground.

The weather means the visibility is poor, so they have to drop by radar, but it goes so smooth it feels like a milk run. No flak nor nothing. He and his crew do two runs, and that’s all they’re allowed.

By the end of it, all they know is that it worked. The Allies were in Europe pushing forward.

It takes Gale a long time to write again after that. Nearing the middle of July, in fact.

Dearest John. It’s gotten quite busy around here, meaning I haven’t had much time to write. Something unexpected has come up, and it’s changed me and my friend’s plans. I’m afraid I won’t be writing again soon. But I will, John. As soon as I can I will. Love, Gail.

Perhaps he should focus on the proof that the land invasion has worked. That its effect are being felt wherever Gale is right now. But the salutation at the end renders him more than a little bit stupid.

Until the fear kicks in that Gale is caught in the middle of the upheaval in Europe. Maybe even somewhere in the middle of the 100th Bomb Group’s attacks. The first time he thinks it he vomits in a waste basket. He violently steers his thoughts away from that direction, otherwise he’ll never be able to force himself inside a plane.

It goes on like this for months and no letters come.

More bombings and less losses on their side.

No letters.

Flying deeper into territory that either used to belong to the enemy, or they’re only holding onto with their fingertips.

No letters.

Eventually, other missions intersperse the bombings—food and supplies and the like. They get some flak, but still—

John gets no letters.

In fact, it’s 1945 before he hears from Gale again, and it’s not Gale he hears from at all.

He’s called into Harding’s office as a matter of urgency.

Inside, Harding stands in front of a slim man sitting with his back to Bucky, blonde hair. John’s heart jumps for a second before he realises the hair is the wrong colour, the wrong texture, and this man’s shoulders were no way near wide enough to be Gale’s.

The man turns to John. He looks tired, but otherwise blank, serene: the face of a man who is used to keeping up a mask. But John doesn’t like the little tilt to his lips the second he takes in John.

Harding introduces the man as Hausmann, and when he goes to introduce John, he’s cut off.

“I know very well of Major John Egan. I have heard lots about him.”

Harding clenches his jaw but shakes his head the second John goes to open his mouth.

“You asked for an update about Herr Cleven when we had one,” Harding says and John’s stomach erupts into anxious flutterings and he swallows down bile. “What you’re about to hear was told to me through unofficial channels, Bucky, you understand? Not a word of it leaves this room.”

“Understood, sir.”

Hausmann crosses his legs carefully. “I have good and bad news for you, Major Egan. I believe it’s customary for you to pick which to hear first?”

The look John gives him could have levelled cities, but Hausmann just gives a very Gaelic shrug.

“The good news is, Gale is back in Britain.”

It takes all the strength he has left not to sink into a chair in sheer relief. Gale isn’t in Germany. Isn't in mainland Europe. He’s here. Somewhere imminently reachable for John.

“The bad news is, I’m afraid we got into a little trouble trying to get off the mainland.”

John towers over Hausmann and he reaches out one hand and grabs a sparrow-like shoulder and squeezes and something finally registers behind Hausmann’s eyes that read a little like miscalculation. Hausmann holds up his hands and Harding clears his throat.

“He’s hurt. Alive, but hurt. That’s all I know.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where?”

Harding goes to reprimand him, but Hausmann smoothly interjects. “I do know. But I need to have a word with your Colonel, before I’ll tell you. And only if he agrees to what I ask."

[pigeonwithapen]

I did not mean to put this much thought into this, other companions coming soon. Probably.

[ID in Alt]

[hylianworrier]

Hot Sauce Bloodweave AU expanded - The Saucerors

!!!Spoilers for Hot Mess!!!

So @patheticfangirl's Hot Mess has a hold on me and I wondered what Gale might do post-weave. His magic act is essentially dead in the water now that magic is real, so I imagined him and Astarion doing stupid magic tricks and posting them online 💜

There's a pair of German magicians called Siegfried Und Joy who I am absolutely obsessed with and have 100% used them as references for this nonsense. They are hilarious and I love them

And if you haven't you must read Hot Mess

[anavilante]

Do you know what bothers me? This German officer Ulrich Haussmann, who interrogated Bucky…

He is played by Louis Hofmann, a German actor who starred in the movie Die Mitte der Welt (Center of My World) where he played a needy bottom.

And his top looked like Bucky - tall, big, with dark hair and blue eyes. And it just burned through my brain like a hot iron from the first seconds of his appearance on the screen. Remember his voice during Bucky's interrogation? How sweet and seductive was he?

And now this AU in which the German officer Ulrich Haussmann combines business with pleasure: he likes the American pilot Bucky, he would like to force him to fuck him, and fortunately, this pilot’s lover Gale Cleven is already in their captivity. Remember that scene when they asked how they would make us do this? And Bucky put his finger to Gale’s temple, showing exactly how.

Bucky knew what he was talking about, because this is how Ulrich made him fulfill all his desires. For Ulrich Haussmann, it's like killing two birds with one stone: getting a great black-haired blue-eyed lover who will do anything to keep his boy Gale out of trouble and at any moment you can report this information to Cleven, and that will certainly ruin the relationship between the two damn American pilots. It's a win-win situation. And Ulrich blackmails Bucky for some time, forcing him to fulfill his desires. And then Gale finds out that his Bucky is fucking a German officer. Can you imagine a lot of angst from all sides?

[pinksiames]

Thought dump… Gale and Bucky ABO au

But it’s omega!Gale who’s trying everything he can to conceal the fact that he’s an omega. Dating Marge who’s a beautiful omega herself as a front, taking supplements to hide his scent and to boost a false one of an alpha. He and Marge play pretend out in public, Gale being the strong alpha that keeps his sweet omega protected and cared for. But once they’re behind closed doors they’re more like really good roommates, tending to each other’s needs when needed, being a source of comfort during their heats. That’s how it’s been since he presented. Since his father struck him with the back of his palm, swearing he’d never have a whore for a son, a breeding bitch that begs for an alpha knot.

He kept up the facade by enlisting to join the military, proving to his father that he was still strong despite his biological makeup, lying on the form of said genetic fuck up. The front show played well even when he met the strong, assertive but still kind alpha that was John Egan. Hell it was still going when everything in his fiber was screaming at him that Bucky was his alpha, that this was the man to keep him happy and sedated through life. Even after the man gave him his own goddamn name.

But he couldn’t.

Omegas were completely banned from the military, they were meant to stay home and tend to the children running amok, to wail and cry for their husband’s return. Technically that was what Marge was doing, worrying herself sick about her best friend, a man she considered her platonic soulmate. It would be a death sentence if anyone from the 100th figured out what he was. The shame and embarrassment that would come of it. So he kept it to himself, the only person who knew was a close Beta friend Marge had, she knew the whole situation and was sympathetic, supplying him with the medication he needed to keep up his front. It was good, it was great even. He had his best friend Bucky with him, a man who was completely aloof to the situation that was Gale. He had Marge back home, waiting for him, taking care of their little apartment that they called home.

Until he was shot down.

Of all the things that scared buck in that moment wasn’t the fear of death, or the fact that they’d torture him. It was the thought of them finding out what he was.

He had heard horror stories of what the Germans did to the omega men and women in their camps, keeping them separated from the rest to fuck and pleasure themselves like sex slaves. Kept them awake all hours of the night, being ran through like breeding stock. Most of them died within the month of being flagged. They were third class citizens to them.

He was smart enough to keep supplements on him when he went on missions, mostly because of those stories he heard. He had enough to last him through the autumn, but once winter hit he was screwed.

He was both relieved and anxious when Bucky arrived, his Bucky. Relieved that his best friend wasn’t dead, that he wasn’t among the piles of bodies that lay waste in the countries forests. Though it looked like he wasn’t far from meeting that grim fate. But he couldn’t help the anxiety and fear rise up in his throat knowing one of these days he’d have to tell him, once his pills ran out and his temperature spiked.

It was December when it finally caught back up to him, specifically 3 days before Christmas. He had been feeling like shit for the past week, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. Most of the men here were sick as a dog or just about to be. The cold just about took everyone out, heteronormative be thrown out the window when they started sharing bunks, trying to maintain what little heat their bodies still possessed.

Gale had retired earlier that day, curling up in his makeshift bed, his muscles sore and aching, feet shuffling like his body weighed double his size. For the first time since arriving he felt the urge to peel away his layers, his skin hot like hells surface.

Bucky himself had been feeling under the weather, the chill winds weren’t of much help. But he had been keeping his eye on buck and Gale knew it. He knew when he would meet eyes with the large man, how his eyes shined with concern, seemingly growing more and more frustrated with each of gales wave off’s.

“I’m fine Bucky, there’s worse men who need to be tended to more than me. It’s just a cold.” He’d say because that’s what Gale did. Brush off his own suffering and misery while making sure the boys under his command were taken care of. He knew it wasn’t the answer Bucky wanted but it was the one he was given over and over and over again. Gale was getting worse and it showed. But he had to keep face, couldn’t slip up, or else he’d get a far worse punishment than death.

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Bucky didn’t know that. It made it more confusing to him when he’d be huddled up next to Gale, chest plastered to the smaller man’s back, and a sweet, lavender smell would wave In front of his nose. It was faint, like a whisper of a kiss. But it was there, and it was coming from his buck. He kept getting little hints of it at night, lavender with traces of coffee beans, and just a dash of pine. It was an odd mix but somehow it screamed buck, made his grip on the man in front of him just a tad bit tighter.

It scared him when buck started to pull away, keeping his distance by keeping himself busy, staying cooped up in the library away from everyone else. He could hardly catch a glimpse at him most of the time, and when he did those baby blues were dull, almost lifeless. It made his heart hurt, knowing Gale was so obviously struggling with something but couldn’t show it in front of everyone. He was resentful at first, how Gale took charge and kept everyone together, while John just wandered around, making up baseball games in his head. Why was Gale able to be so calm? How come he wasn’t as affected as he was? And then he caught that glance, that empty stare. It was almost like he had accepted his fate here, that he was put here to die. He wanted to tell him that they were going to make it, that he had Marge waiting at home for him. But Gale avoided him like the plague.

When Bucky finally retired to bed he returned to his own bed, leaving buck cold and alone. He knew he couldn’t be mad at the man but it still festered in his chest. If Gale wanted to be left alone so badly so be it. At least that’s what he thought before soft sniffles and whines came from below. Guilt quickly replaced anger as he peeked over into crack between the beds and the wall. Gale was curled into himself, shivering and tears pouring down his face. He was about to give in and climb down and comfort the man under a faint, strangled moan pierced his ears. Taking a closer look he could see the sweat covering pink cheeks, drops running down his neck into exposed collarbones. He followed the trail, his eyes widening seeing hand movements under the thin blanket.

Gale was masturbating. Right here where everyone could hear him. But no one moved from their cozy spots, snores still echoing through the space. He quietly turned away from the scene, his cock rock hard in his pants. He didn’t know someone could look so-

“Bucky..” he froze. His train of thought crashing. Gale was crying out for him.

Taking another peak gale was now biting his pillow, eyes squeezed shut and back arched. There was no way.

“John..” This time it sounded more desperate, his eyes opening and a flood of tears poured down his face. Pretty baby blues shining in the moonlight. John wanted to devour him. Without another word he climbed down from his bed, heavy feet landing on the floor. Looking back over Gale wasn’t moving at all, no noise, no uneven breathing. Completely silent.

Grabbing gales blanket he shuffled his way under the cover, the heat hitting him in the face with how warm he was, and then the smell. That sweet lavender smell smacking him. Buck was an omega, and he was in the middle of his heat.

Gale looked over his shoulder at John, his face looking like a kicked puppy dog. He was shaking. In fear or of the cold he couldn’t tell. But his eyes were speaking to him.

Please don’t hate me.

John gave him a soft smile, large hand coming to rest on swollen cheeks before lowering his mouth down to gales ear.

“Let me take care of you darling.”

I was not expecting this to be this long 😭 but um enjoy ABO clegan even if it is a little wip

[rqsser]

another one… exchange student!gale au!??!

@pinksiames and i did it once again

gale cleven is an exchange student from bamberg, germany!! he studies abroad in america for a year when he’s 16 because his parents didn’t want him back home during their divorce process:(

john egan is a 17 y/o american who lives in wisconsin, usa! he’s lived in manitowoc for all his life and has never had any exposure to other countries (besides canada but yk that doesn’t really count)

gale arrives in america in early august, a week before the school year is supposed to start! the family hosting him are the egans (shocking!!)

miranda & daniel egan (parents) pick him up from the airport with one of those big colourful signs that says “welcome to america, gale!!” with a german and american flag on it:)

gale & john don’t meet until the day after when gale is eating at an odd hour (still getting used to timezone changes) and john is sneaking back into the house. john at first thinks that he’s in the wrong house because he’s never seen someone so gorgeous?? and it really shocks him when he hears the extremely thick german accent that greets him (he falls in love just a bit)

school starts and gale just wants to fit in, when he’s not at school he’s studying english and trying to improve on it. john is like his personal tutor and helps him with it, vice versa when john mentions his interest in learning german!

the school year flies by, gale makes some friends and falls in love!!!! but unfortunately in late june he has to go back home to germany, but promises to write john letters in the english that he’s learned over the past year. they write to each other back and forth until john surprises gale by visiting him one summer:)

[darkimpala1897]

The Cleven twins Masters Of Air Au headcanons.

1. Gale's twin is name Ruth Thomas Cleven, he's the youngest by ten minutes, everyone calls him Ruthy, Bucky calls him Bucket, because he's Bucky, Buck is Buck, and Ruth is Bucket.

2. His dark hair comes from his mother, well Bucks blonde hair comes from his father.

3. Ruth teases Buck anytime he brings Marge up, he goes "Marge this, Marge that, we get it."

4. Is there for Bucky when he realizes he's in love with Buck.

5. He awkwardly kissed Bucky to test a theory that maybe he's attracted to him and not Buck, but Bucky immediately reacted by going "That was like kissing my sister, no definitely in love with Buck not you" and Ruth was like "Jeez thanks."

6. Does drunk karaoke with Bucky, you would think he was Buckys twin not Bucks.

7. When Buck goes missing, he insisted his brother was still alive actually he yelled at anyone who said he was dead, "it's a twin thing" Bucky would say.

8. When they are reunited with Buck in the prison camp he straight up went "I told you so." And Bucky just glared at him.

9. Ruth is the polar opposite of Buck, he keeps Buck on his toes that's for sure.

10. Anytime anyone picks on Buck for his name being Gale, Ruth makes sure to let them know that only he can pick on Buck for being called Gale.

11. Will straight up punch someone when they ask why he's named Ruth.

12. His accent is thicker than Bucks, Bubbles one time joked he needed subtitles.

13. One of the biggest pranks Bucky pulled on the newest airmen was when they asked where Major Gale Clevens was, he'd point him in the direction of Ruth who always plays along.

14. Ham somtimes somehow gets them confused with the other, Ruth finds it hilarious and doesn't correct him, Buck does because he feels bad.

15. Major flirt and playboy Ruth is, he always says "I'll write you." With a smile and a smirk, and then Buck is like "You're aren't going to write her will you?" And then Ruth is like "Do I look like you and Marge?" And then Buck is like "Sometimes I'm ashamed that you have my face."

16. Ruth will eat anything, Buck is a peaky eater.

17. Ruth can pretty much mimic any accent, he isn't great at mimicking people but accents he's amazing at, he enjoyed scaring everyone in the prison camp by randomly yelling in a German accent, worked everytime.

18. Ruth can't ride a bike, I mean he can but not amazingly. He runs into everything.

19. Ruth does his brothers hair, he cuts it and styles it, but he refuses to let Buck touch his hair because it's already "perfect."

20. Terrible dancer, he enjoys embarrassing his twin at any chance he gets. That's why everyone jokes he's Buckys twin and not Bucks.

21. Biggest Bucky and Buck shipper ever.

Add onto this AU if you wanted! Write a fic if you wanted, do whatever!

Thanks for reading!

[jakes3resin]

Can you tell us about your other fics if you already have an established plot?

I'd love to! So there's quite a number of them I won't lie. I tend to get inspired by the randomest things. These are all in various stages of plotted out and written.

A/B/O fic (technically turning into 3 fics) that follows Bucky & Buck through the war, described below.

Courting Arc (top of my list to finish writing) - Bucky POV as he is anonymously courted during his time in the states just before he gets sent over to England (there's a post I'm basing my writing around I'll link it in a moment) <- published

England Arc- a quick look into their lives as they run missions with A/B/O elements (this will be pretty short I think) mostly snippets of scenes from the show just now with Omega Bucky and Alpha Buck <- published

Stalag Arc - Omega Bucky and his awful time in Germany. Here is where we see what being an Omega in war is really like in my omegaverse. Bucky is the highest ranked Omega in the camp meaning he's technically 'in charge' of keeping those Omegas in line. He's tested by his heats, keeping his pack together, and finally by a German order that could tear Buck and Bucky apart. This is a big fic for me to prepare for, and I'm building up to it by writing the Courting Arc first <- next on deck

Biker Gale AU (my beloved, genuinely obsessed with this AU) - this was inspired by one of hogans-heroes AUs. So, Gale leads an outlaw-esque biker club, and Bucky used to be his right hand (and lover) except one day out of the blue he just disappeared. Gale does everything he can to find Bucky, but there's no trail to follow, no clues to put together, nothing. Fast forward about two years, Bucky arrives on Curt's doorstep holding a small baby with the brightest blue eyes and prettiest blonde curls and begs Curt to watch his baby for 5 days. 5 days later Bucky comes back in town bruised to all hell with the FBI on his tail with their own nefarious reasons for tracking Bucky down. Bucky has nowhere else to turn especially since when he comes back to Curt's he finds Gale holding his little baby. (This could be A/B/O I haven't decided, but it's definitely at least mpreg)

Amnesia fic - this is based off of a post I made about the effects of Bucky getting hit over the head like 3 times in the span of two days, its... somewhere (edit: here). But its about Bucky waking up with no memory of who he is just before he gets interrogated by the Germans and sent to Stalag Luft III where he meets a man that his heart rejoices at seeing but his mind doesn't recognize. Buck of course has to deal with the love of his life forgetting him.

Magic AU - Bucky is a Scamander and its now everyone's problem to deal with it. The tag to find all of my ramblings for it is magic au (not that Tumblr's tag system works), and @getinthefuckingjaeger just wrote the best ever fic of Bucky and Theseus so go read that.

I've also got a few paragraphs written of Foster Kid Bucky somewhere but that might never see the light of day (that's also from a hogans-heroes AU) where Bucky is a jaded teenager just trying to make it to 18 to get out of his shitty foster placement when in comes Buck whose mother finally divorced his dad, got custody of her kids, and moved to her hometown to escape. It's about a Bright Buck meeting a Jaded Bucky (a flip on their usual dynamics)

Blonde Bucky AU - I wrote a blurb on the Twin Cleven AU post, and the idea of Bucky bleaching his hair on a drunken night out with Curt and Bubbles has haunted me since <- published as well

There might be more? But these are the only ones I can remember off the top of my head right now that are plotted out beyond oh that'd be a good fic. I have a lot of time spent sitting and waiting right now, so I have the ability to write a multitude of fics. I'm happy to talk about any of these fics if you want to come into my inbox or my messages.

[avonne-writes]

I was going through your HS Au timeline and I wanted to know more about Gale having an attraction to someone else? Who is he? What was he like? https://www.tumblr.com/avonne-writes/755739875343482880/i-just-read-the-newest-chapter-of-the-high-school?source=share

During his PhD, when Gale is in Switzerland for a year, he has a crush on another PhD student. This will be an OC.

None of these headcanons are set in stone yet, but I think his name is Emil, he’s German and he’s doing a Physics PhD. He’s shorter and older than Gale. He has dark hair and blue eyes, and an easygoing personality (Gale has a type).

*I'm fancasting older Logan Lerman

He and Gale meet during Welcome Week and become friends. They often study and go to social events together. Gale misses Bucky and feels lonely, and it's stressful to get used to a new country, so he welcomes the friendship. But then, someone who doesn’t know that he’s married / wants to stir things up teases him that he and Emil act like they have a crush on each other, and Gale can’t breathe. Does he really have a crush or is he just lonely and enjoys this friendship too much?

He doesn’t talk to Bucky on the night of the realization, because he's afraid he'll say something he shouldn't to Bucky, but he video calls him the next day, when he knows Bucky's getting ready for work in the morning. He says he just wanted to wish him good morning. Bucky is extremely happy about the call and gives Gale a running commentary through his morning routine to make Gale feel like he’s there with him. Gale feels really guilty about everything even though nothing happened. He loves Bucky so much and misses him a lot.

He's really careful about how he acts and what he does with Emil from then on and makes sure they're rarely alone. Still, Emil is his best friend in Switzerland, and he can’t help but talk about him to Bucky, and Bucky picks up on the attraction. It makes him jealous, but Gale tells him that there's no reason to be jealous, Emil is just a friend.

Then, Bucky visits him during the Christmas holidays. It’s a good time to reconnect, but also to talk about issues they may have, and they discuss this too. (I'll describe what happens in another post.)

[femslashhistorian]

3 Great Lae'zel/Shadowheart AUs (femslash fic rec)

Shadowheart and Lae'zel are two characters (companions) from the roleplaying video/computer game Baldur's Gate 3. Their ship name is Shadow'zel and there is a good amount of femslash (F/F) fanfiction for this ship on AO3: Lae'zel/Shadowheart (link)

The three fics I've picked for this fic rec share a few common themes: They are modern setting AUs and fit broadly speaking into enemies to lovers category. Plus: there is a bonus (non AU) rec.

You don't need to know anything about the game's canon to enjoy these fics and there is no danger that you might get any spoilers for BG3. Of course, it is helpful if you have seen a few pics / gifs / snippets to get a feeling for the vibes between Shadowheart and Lae'zel.

(There is also an interesting short article about what Shadowheart's voice actress things about this ship.)

I really love their dynamics in these three fics and the tension and bickering are delicious.

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Mrs and Mrs K'llir by justasimplelesbian

Complete, 1 chapter, 22k words, 2024

Teen and up; Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Summary: Mr and Mrs Smith AU

Shadowheart and Lae'zel is the focus, Astarion, Karlach, and Gale all make like very minimal appearances.

Note: there is an additional smut chapter (in a separate fic): link

I guess technically you might get spoilers rather for the movie Mr and Mrs Smith (2005) than for BG3.

But to be honest is has been many years since I saw the movie and thus, I don't know how closely the plot of the fic follows the plot of the movie (according to the author's notes it is pretty close). What I do know is that the author did a great job to fit Shadowheart and Lazel into this AU and a few other BG companions also show up and fit in perfectly as well.

This fic is probably the most literal enemies to lovers fic of the three, as they actually get to fight each other, however technically they start as a married couple.

I really enjoyed this fic. Highly recommended.

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the gith in 14G by yeahitshowed

Complete, 1 chapter, 3k words, 2024

Teen and up; No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary:

The door swings open just as Shadowheart slams her fist forward to knock again; the apartment’s occupant, a githyanki woman in workout gear, catches Shadowheart’s wrist to avoid being decked in the face. “Whatever you aim to sell me,” the githyanki says testily, “I hold no interest, and I dearly hope whatever two-bit company you shill for files for bankruptcy.”

“Are you being murdered?” Shadowheart says, yanking her wrist free. “Or possibly doing the murdering?”

The githyanki cocks her head. Each of her long ears sports a line of piercings; the little hoops clink together. “Hm. A unique sales strategy. I will listen to your pitch if you speak quickly.”

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Modern AU; Shadowheart moves into a new apartment, and the githyanki next door is infuriatingly loud.

Told mostly from Shadowheart's POV, the author did a tremendous job to capture her frustration and annoyance towards Lae'zel. Switching the POV in the last scene to Wyll is working very well. What Shadowheart does to pay it back to Lae'zel is kind of relatable and also very funny.

Loved the fic. Highly recommended.

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put her canine teeth in the side of my neck by yeahitshowed

Complete, 1 chapter, 3k words, 2024

General Audiences; No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary:

“Hey!” shouts an unfamiliar voice. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Maintaining her grip on the wriggling German Shepherd, Lae’zel looks up. A woman’s stalking over from the benches, arms tightly crossed over a deeply un-dog-park-like goth getup.

“Thwarting an unsportsmanlike assault,” Lae’zel says. “The dirty one baselessly attacked – ”

“Yes, she’s playing,” the woman says. “How dare she. Can you let go of my dog?”

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Meeting at a dog park, Lae'zel and Shadowheart's dogs are instant pals. (Lae'zel and Shadowheart, not so much.)

In contrast to the other two fics, the enemies to lovers aspects are handled without violence, however this does not mean that the bickering is not deliciously strong. A nice change of pace and a very cute fic. The names of the dogs also gave me a good chuckle. Highly recommended.

Also check out the cute fan art that inspired the fic.

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Bonus rec: non AU

to feel love (like a sinner) by mermaiddrunk

Complete, 1 chapter, 9k words, 2024

Explicit; No Archive Warnings Apply

Lae’zel’s breath grows heavy. “You feel it too?”

“Yes.”

“Tsk’va!” Lae’zel swears even as the knowledge makes her sick with lust. “I believe we have been poisoned. The wizard’s confections—”

Shadowheart lets out a small manic laugh devoid of any real humour. “It’s not poison,” she says with a trembling voice. “I think they were aphrodisiacs. I assume one or two are sufficient to do the job.” Lae’zel isn’t sure if Shadowheart is going to laugh or cry when she says, “We ate an entire bag.”

Note: There is also fan art inspired by the fic (tumblr)

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[middlingmay]

German Gale AU Part 4

Links to Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Despite the note and despite being addressed as Herr Cleven instead of Gefangene, as soon as they’re out of sight of John, the military police shove a bag over his head, bind his hands, and drag him around in a dizzying, disorienting series of twists and turns.

His heart is beating jackrabbit fast and in the privacy of his own head Gale can admit that he’s frightened. That he’s going to be thrown in prison. That they’re going to lock him up and throw away the key. That they’re not going to listen to a word he said because they’re said in imperfect English spoken with a German accent.

He searches for the regret, for wishing he’d stayed on his father’s farm in Germany, but it’s not there. Not even a shadow of it. All he can think of his John, bloody and hunted amongst the cabbages. John knocking a man to the ground for him. John and him side by side in a mad dash out of the country. And John willing to stand between his own army and Gale.

So no, he doesn’t regret anything.

Eventually, after a winding car ride and being dragged to and fro for a bit longer, he’s sat none too gently onto a chair and the bag is whipped off his head. The restraints stay on.

What begins is an endless litany of the same questions asked in different ways over and over again. Gale is hungry. He’s tired. He’s afraid. They won’t get a translator and let him speak German.

“What is your name? Who are your parents? Where do you live? What do you do? What do your parents do? Are any of you supporters of the Nazi Party? Does your farm supply any members of the Nazi Party?”

And Gale has to tell them about his father: about how he sells secrets and information to the Nazi’s; about how he tells them the whereabouts of Jewish people, Slavs, Romani, political dissidents, deviants—anyone the Nazi’s wanted to remove from their vision for the German nation.

They ask Gale for names and he doesn’t know any. They rhyme names off to him and he doesn’t know any. So they fetch a thick file and show him a series of photos.

Most of them are strangers, but he’s able to point out a few that look familiar. One in particular makes him stab the grainy photo with vigour.

“Er war auf der Jagd nach Major Egan.” / “He was hunting Major Egan.”

The Officers shared a look, but at long last they seemed to believe he wasn’t a German spy. His restraints are taken off and a glass of water is handed to him and he gulps is so greedily, water trickles from both sides of his mouth.

But if Gale thinks that’s the end of his interrogation, he’s very wrong. An all new kind begins.

They grill him on whatever information they can wring out if him: when these Nazi’s came by; how much they paid his father; did they drive there? Did they stay over? What did they eat for dinner? What did they like to drink? Did he overhear anything of value? Did they mention any names? Any places? Any odd sounding words or phrases out of context? Any dates or time frames they visited a lot or were more absent than normal?

By the time they were done, Gale was slurring his words, could barely speak a word of English, and was practically asleep sitting up.

They put him in a cell - it’s bright and airy and has a comfortable bed, a light, a table, even a plant, but it’s a cell all the same. They have to do some verification, they said, and they leave him with a plate of chicken and potatoes and a pitcher of water.

For the first time in a long time Gale feels like crying, but he’s so tired and dehydrated and hungry, his body can’t spare the water.

In the morning he’s woken by the loud clanging of his cell door opening. They have fresh clothes for him—plain and definitely not a prison uniform—and Gale is beyond grateful to see a towel and some basic toiletries. They lead him to a room where he can shower and get clean and change, and then he’s hustled into a room with the same Colonel from the day before.

Gale entered the room German, but not a spy. He left German and a British spy.

He was to be part of a network—of real and fake spies—that’s job was to flood the German intelligence with false leads and floods of information to check and cross check and verify. They didn’t tell him why, but just that he would use his contacts in the resistance network in Germany to this end.

He would have a ‘handler’, and man he would only know as Hausmann, who would give him the information and tell him what to do with it.

They give him a choice—a shit one, but a choice. Go to jail for the duration of the war until a trial could be brought, or work for them.

Gale accepts, but asks, “John. Major Egan. I can…write to him?”

But the Colonel shakes his head. “No, Herr Cleven. You’ll have no contact with the Allied armed forces beyond whatever messages are relayed to you through your handler.”

Something in Gale breaks a little at that. He’d hoped John would have been an ally—a friend even—and in the privacy of his own imaginings, something more after John’s confession on the ship. But here that hope was killed.

“Will you tell me…if he…”

Being a pilot is dangerous. Everyone knows that no matter what side they fight on. They would throw John straight back into action and Gale might not ever know if anything happens to him.

They don’t answer him.

In short order he’s given new papers and a new name, and he’s put into a room with a young woman with a pot of something viscous and dark and comes out with black hair. A pre-packed suitcase is shoved into his hands, and he’s on his way back to Germany before nightfall.

It takes Hausmann a day to contact him. He knocks on the door of Gale’s accommodation - a sparse, tiny apartment. He’s a Nazi’s dream—clean, neat blonde hair, smart spectacles, and a smug line to his mouth that Gale thinks a man or two would like to do something about.

Gale wants him to deliver his instructions and leave, but Hausmann seems happy to loiter. He unearths a quarter bottle of schnapps and tries to find out as much about Gale ask he can without asking anything directly. Gale is certain he doesn’t let anything of note slip through—he’s petrified of slipping up and getting thrown in jail or worse. But somehow Hausmann ferrets out John’s name.

“I’ve heard of Major John C. Egan of Manitowoc Wisconsin.”

Gale blinks at him.

“Former Luftwaffe,” Hausmann smirks. “The leader of the 100th Bomb Group stationed in Thorpe Abbotts, Norfolk, England. So beloved by his men, they collectively wrote to Colonel Neil Hardin to request he be removed as Air Executive so he can return to the skies with them. Dark hair. Curly, I believe. Blue eyes. Freckles. A moustache last I heard. A rather large, imposing individual. Roguishly handsome. Has successfully dodged the blue tickets the Allies are so fond of, so far.”

Hausmann is almost laughing by the time he’s finished and Gale cuts him a vicious look and darts up from the table. His clenches his fists and Hausmann holds up his hands.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean anything by it. We are… of a like?”

Gale hates him, he decides, but he can see why Hausmann is a spy. He can read people effortlessly, and his insightfulness has Gale on edge.

That is, until…

“You want to contact him? I can help with that.”

Gale’s heart jumps, but he doesn’t trust this Hausman at all. “Why would you do that?”

Hausmann passes him the schnapps and Gale refuses. Again. “I think it would benefit you and I to be friends, Gale Cleven. They don’t care if we get out of this alive; just that we make as much trouble for the Nazi’s as we can before we’re killed. But I didn’t let the Luftwaffe kill me, and I won’t let a German army that can’t see they’re losing the war kill me, now. If either of us want to get out of this alive, we’re going to need each other. So—truce?”

He holds out his hand and when Gale takes it, it’s soft and smooth. Gale wats to rip his own hand back, but makes himself shake on it. Getting out of here without a bullet through his head and back to John may very well depend on it.

“Truce.”

[thessaralka]

Get To Know Me

Tagged by @emmg ily.

Last song:

Currently reading: Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (pining, yearning, longing, mythical, gay), Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte (pining, yearning, longing, gothic), The Crystal Shard by RA Salvatore (D&D, Drow MC, well written, adventure, not read this one enough to get into the theme yet).

Currently watching: Rewatching The Borgias (it's delightfully awful but gorgeous - and Francois Arnaud, Holliday Grainger, and Jeremy Irons are all so sexy)

Currently craving: a walk in nature. touching grass, if u will.

Coffee or tea: coffee right now. in my mouth on my face on my shirt

A hobby you would like to try: ummmmmmmmmmm. I feel like I try all of the hobbies I want to. I suppose I want to get more into book binding. I am currently learning video editing and coding. I think I'd like to try tango or salsa. Sound editing might be next. I am also currently learning Russian, and Spanish, and I want to learn Chinese, Japanese, Arabic, German, Italian, French, Swedish. I'm currently studying tantric meditation. I'm forever learning something and am forever curious. Getting back into weightlifting so my thighs can get back to their normal glorious state.

AU you're working on or thought of: Gale Dekarios professor AU, Tav is also a professor, they bang on a desk.

hello dears i am interested in your lives @lasandra @afistfulofbees @cambion-companion

[johnslittlespoon]

okay listen feral bikerider gale/past catching up to him/etc etc etc anon here and can I just say. thank you. I’m not overly interested in the actual violence or gang-shit or whatever. when I first read about the bikerider au all I could think about was sons of anarchy (idk if you’ve watched it, but I watched three seasons with my dad and it’s all just. gang conflict after gang conflict after gang conflict with some romance sprinkled on top and that’s not. really my thing) and I was not into it. at all. then your yapping (affectionate) converted me. hearing that it won’t be all weapon smuggling and, idk, drugs or smth is actually so reassuring lol

and!!! obviously it’s your fic/au, I’m definitely not here to try to influence you in any way whatsoever!!! I’m super excited to read it no matter what because your writing is just. lovely. I check in pretty much every morning like I’m reading the papers lmao

doing something semi-stupid in your past feels like kind of on brand for everyone, even though it might not be illegal for most. and maybe it wasn’t illegal for Gale, either, bro I am not a very good writer, I’ll leave the plotting to someone else.

but I’ll always love the idea of Gale being a little feral. or a lot feral. like John getting hurt in a bikerider au tickles my brain the same way John punching a German guard in canon centric fics does. Nevermind the guard, I just need the fallout. the angsty fallout.

John and Gale coming back home, and Gale sitting him down in the bathroom to very, very carefully patch him up (and, listen, the other guys probably just roughed him up a little. he probably got away with minor bruises and some scrapes), and Gale being insanely worried that he has scared John. John on the other hand is worried for Gale, because what if it happens again? What if the police finds out? John being worried that he somehow messed up.

and, don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t mind reading feral gale beating the shit out of people. It’s just not something I want to read a full fic of.

finally, because I just need to add this, too: Gale’s knuckles being split and bleeding and John so very carefully cleaning them up, pressing gentle kisses to the cuts when he has to scrape the dried blood up to get it properly clean. Gale not being sure what he did to deserve John, being so sweet and gentle and caring.

okay, over and out 🫡 sorry for not being that clear in the other ask, I blame. idk, sleep deprivation. and sorry for making this so long, idk what I’m on about half the time and my meds are doing shit to my brain. I love your blog and your writing just. makes my fucking days. I’d wait forever for the next chapter of dog coded Bucky ❤️

YIPPIEE more leaving!bikeriders au >:) hii i meant to get back to this SO long ago, feels like good timing now with the bikeriders theatre day approaching! i'm assuming you're the anon from this post <3

i have THOUGHTS. aka this got lengthy oops, shocker. a bit of plotting and then like 2k words of drabble below the cut lmfaoo

the proper drabble will be further down, but first of all, very big agree!! and relieved i'm not the only one who feels this way omg. i haven't watched SOA for this reason specifically– i just don't have much interest in the conflict/violence–heavy plot stuff (which is ironic considering i'm excited for the bikeriders movie, but i think it's pretty clear that's because of the lovely cast lol since i don't care for bikes/cars in the slightest oops). HONOURED that my yapping converted you tho LOL i swear if something is character focussed, it can make 99% of topics at least somewhat appealing!

and please don't worry omg i don't feel influenced/pressured etc, i loveee bouncing ideas and brainrot back and forth for my aus, it's sm fun and i love trying to incorporate things other people like/suggest when i can!! <3 but omg i will weep thank you so much wtf?? :'))

for sure; even the most stoic/'put together' characters surely have done some not very bright things in their lives. i'm toying with a couple backstories for gale to establish what might catch up to him or cause conflict, but i'm gonna wait to decide until i see the movie because i have a feeling i'll get some good inspo from benny's story!

honestly it's the part i'll have to put the most effort into really thinking out in terms of plot to make it flow naturally, because all the relationship focussed things kinda write themselves as i brainrot. but i'm 99% sure i'm gonna write the fic from john's pov because it'll keep a lot of gale a mystery to the readers as well, and therefore save me from having to flesh out certain things until necessary lmfaoo

and yeah!! it's not always the events themselves that hit the hardest– it's the fact that the character could be feral enough for them to happen in the first place, and it's the outcome/fallout that's most fun to write/read (to me).

feral gale is so fun to explore in general because of how different it is to most of what we're shown of him in mota, so it's like a challenge to keep him feeling in character while also picking out the little parts of him that could be pushed to be that way. and of course the classic whump of the one person gale cares about and tries so hard to protect getting hurt because of him? endless angst possibilities.

i dig what you said, about john 'just' being roughed up a little, because i think with whatever backstory i end up forming, it's not like the 'bad guys' are gonna be some mastermind criminals extorting gale for something life or death lol. it's probably gonna be a bunch of rough and tumble biker men with some long lasting beef between their clubs, hitting gale where they know it'll hurt the worst: a loved one.

i bet you anything (depending on how plotting goes LOL) that they don't actually even intend to mess john up to the extent they do; i bet john runs his mouth and makes some sorta escape attempt because as terrified as he is, all he can think about is how gale's gonna obviously track him down and he's more worried about what the guys are planning to do to gale when he shows up. in his naive mind, if he can get out and get to a phone or something, he can stop everything.

ofc the escape attempt is futile because it's one gangly college kid vs a couple of grown ass men, and john gets banged up in the process, seeing as being tackled to the ground with your wrists bound behind your back doesn't leave you with anything to protect your face from concrete with, and maybe then he gets a solid fist to the face to scare him out of pulling anymore shit (it sure works).

and just the act of taking john/putting him danger alone would have gale ready to wring these men out by their necks, but when he shows up and sees his baby bleeding? and he can't tell how bad he's hurt, from where he's lurking around the corner scoping out the situation? he'd see red and be pretty dang close to saying fuck it and going in there without a plan, but the fear of john getting hurt in the process would stop him, and he doesn't feel like going down for murder.

somehow he picks off the guys one by one with a generous amount of flying fists and y'know, maybe a bit of knife–work if necessary, idk, future plotting lol, and tells them they're good as dead if they pull anything like this again. that the club will be keeping an eye out for them, that they're a buncha cowards, and they can come talk to him face to face like men, next time. you get it.

and then finally, obligatory wound care ofc <3 easily top three tropes ever ugh. gale gets john the fuck out of there and to the safety of his truck, methodical and vigilant, and only then does his guarded expression drop, and his hands are shaking just as hard as john's are when he cups john's face in his hands to look him over. john gives him a shell��shocked "'m fine, gale" and hates how guilty gale looks, because there's not even the tiniest part of john that blames gale for any of it; john knew what he was getting into (to an extent) with gale.

but regardless, gale's shaken up, terrified by how much worse things could've gone and how much danger john could've been in, but also terrified of how deeply he feels for john; probably some backstory there about gale seeing someone he loved get hurt, or almost get hurt, swearing he'd never bring someone into his life again because of it, etc, and then in waltzes stubborn, loud–mouthed john egan.

but selfishly (or what he feels is selfish), gale's also terrified that this might be the final nail in the coffin for john. he knows he's not the easiest to be with (even though john thinks the exact same thing about himself lol silly boys) and he knows john's more patient than he deserves, and could find someone his own age with a normal life in a heartbeat with his sweet disposition and charming pretty boy looks. and he knows john's well within his rights to walk away from their relationship now, to be scared of the future, to decide it's too much, and part of gale would be relieved to not have to worry, even if he'd miss john like he's lost half of himself.

it's real quiet when they're back home and john's sitting on the bathroom counter, gale between his legs, patching up his face so so gently, as if each brush of a cotton swab is an apology. both of them have lots to say but neither know how to say it; john hates knowing gale's probably shouldering all the blame and he doesn't know how to reassure him in a way that'll get through to him, but he can't handle the silence. probably makes a weak joke about how "y'shoulda seen the other guy" and doesn't even get a smile out of gale.

ends up wrapping his legs around gale's hips to pull him closer but just gets a huffed out, frustrated "john" as gale swats his ankles away, and it's not that john's trying to make light of what happened, he just doesn't know how to talk about something like that, regardless of how good he and gale have gotten at communicating.

john probably gets a bit frustrated, because gale’s already so protective over him as is, which he likes, but now gale’s treating him like glass, like he’s scared to hurt him further just by touching him, and john does not like that. it feels like progress undone, like he's back at the beginning of their relationship when gale wouldn't let him in or open up to him or trust that he was capable of making his own decisions.

so when gale's done bandaging him up with practiced, meticulous hands, john doesn't give gale time to react, just slides off the counter and snatches the little first aid kit from his hands and says "okay, your turn." and it's obvious gale wants to protest, but john catches him so off guard that he stunned into silence, lets john guide him until he's leaning against the counter.

john's hands still tremble when he takes gale's hands in his, and he tries to steady them because he doesn't want gale to see how freaked out he is, but he diligently cleans away the blood around his knuckles, feeling gale's eyes on him the whole time but not looking away from his task, scared he'll shatter the moment if he does.

if he were to look up though, he'd see gale's watching him in complete awe, struck by the fiercest wave of adoration, drawing a blank while he tries to search for what he could've possibly done in this life or another to have someone like john come (crashing, stumbling, tornado–ing) into his life.

and if we wanna make it extra yowch–y and sappy and feelings heavy: as john's brushing his lips over the cuts, dusting featherlight kisses across his knuckles, john's throat goes tight and he feels his own overwhelming rush of emotions and his heart thumps and he blurts out: "i love you."

it's the first time one of them says it. and it’s a disguised i love you even so. i love you despite. i love you anyway. i love you because. months worth of reassurances wrapped into three words, and even with what john's just gone through, he's still scared when it slips out, looks up at gale with wide, searching eyes, trying to gauge whether he's overstepped or said the wrong thing.

gale's just trying to catch his breath, feeling like the wind's been knocked out of him by the admission. half of him wants to shake his head, gently push john's hands away, tell him "no you don't, hun." a tiny part of him wants to be cruel about it, to laugh the honesty off and ensure john will walk out that door far, far away from the mess that gale is, and not turn back, safe from harm.

but the other half of him, the half that holds his heart, evidently, has him cupping john's open, sincere face in his hands, looking down into bright, fearful, hopeful blue eyes, and murmuring "i love you more."

and john blushes as hard as he did the first time they'd kissed, as hard as he did the first time he was laid out in gale's bed, as if he and gale haven't said a million things much more fluster–inducing since they met. gets all shy, pouts, looks down and mumbles "that's not fair," and that finally gets the first smile out of gale all day, maybe even a breath of a laugh.

they love each other your honour </333

this got way out of hand but what else is newwww i'm so weak for these two. so so weak. i keep saying it but MAN i'm so excited to write this fic this summer omg :')

and DON'T BE SORRY!! it's so chill omg, you were perfectly clear (but i'm glad you elaborated and gave me an excuse to yap about them some more hehehe) and never apologize for long messages, i loveee reading the brainrot and hearing ur thoughts and getting to brainrot back. and thank you AGAIN sobs 😭💗 that makes MY days and ur way too kind fml. i hope the wait hasn't been too long LOL on the chapters AND a response to this ask!! tysm again mwah

[alienoresimagines]

I love your vampire au so much!! 😍 what kind of dog does Bucky shift into? Oh and do all other vampires have that ability to shapeshift? So many things to be curious about in this AU ♥️

Aw, thank you so much!! This AU has a special place in my heart so I'm super happy to know you like it too 🥰🥰

I've brainstormed that a bit with Sam and we came to the conclusion that, even if Bucky acts like a golden retriever when around Gale, he'd probably shift into a German Shepherd, his fur has strands of sand color but is mostly black, like this

"[German Shepherds] form gentle relationships with their family members but defend courageously. Highly intelligent herders, the German Shepherd is able to learn skills and commands for a wide variety of purposes, and they carry themselves with confidence and focus. They are eager to please and great for owners who like to get things done."

This is so Bucky to me, he loves to cuddle with Gale and will whine if Gale goes somewhere without him but he's really gentle too, even if he can roughhouse a bit, he's always very careful not to hurt Gale. Also I have a bit of a soft spot for German Shepherds because my grandparents had one when I was a child and I loved him so 🥹

Lots of walks under the moonlight for the Buckies 🥰

And no, all vampires cannot shapeshift! The way I've created this AU is that vampires don't have blood but some sort of poison that may act like blood but effectively kills all of their organs except their brain. But the poison reacts differently to everyone, hence not everyone having the same power, even if there are some basics. For example, every vampire has superhuman strength but the degree of that strength can vary, same goes for their enhanced senses.

John can shapeshift into a dog and fly but he doesn't have supernatural speed or any ability to teleport. He's also only able to shapeshift into a dog, he cannot choose the appearance of the animal he turns into- so no bat!Bucky.

Cue to him scoffing when he shifts for the first time in front of Curt and learns he shifts into a German Shepherd because really ? He still has a bit of trauma from those dogs because of the Stalag so it feels a bit like a joke at first but the fact that he cannot see his reflection helps him forget, and a few decades in, he truly enjoys being able to run so freely.

But even when he isn't in his dog form, he still has dog instincts, mainly leaving his scent on every clothes of Gale he can, rubbing against his neck to mark his territory lmao

That was a bit long and definitely a bit off track so I apologize but I just have so much to say about this AU 😭

I hope that answered your questions ❤️

Vampire AU Part 1 Part 2

[trashbag-baby666]

The high school au cannot get enough of…here are some Headcanons inspired by me and @ihearteugeneroe conversation about Bucky being an absolute menace on social media…

*Image format trust me you’ll wanna take a peak after reading!

MOTA Masterlist!

•Bucky has a few different accounts.

•He has his main account, spam account, Gale fan account where he pretends to be Gale, and the “realest bombers”

•Bucky posts those videos of lotion being crushed and shooting out on his story and just tags @/gale_cleven05 in big text.

•Buck tells him to take them off his story

•He does not

•on the Realest Bombers Bucky posts the most raw footage of their friend group…

•Curt hitting five dispos at once.

•Bubbles failing at twerking (he’s flat asf 😭)

•Buck taking bong hits…

•Dougie and Hambone making out on the bus ride back from football games.

•ROSIE MFING ROSENTHAL PLAYING CARLESS WHISPERS ON HIS SAXOPHONE AT A PARTY.

•Croz forgetting his lines in the middle of rehearsal.

•Curt punching assholes/fight videos.

•Gale leaning on things CHEEKED UP

•Point fives of Croz sleeping (he always falls asleep first at sleepovers)

•Taco Bell madness with Curt/Dickie/Hambone (all three work there)

•Rosie and his twin sister arguing in German/Yiddish.

•Anyways it’s mad chaos…

[therealslimshakespeare]

I am pumped to read about Gale x nurse!reader. It sounds so good!!

At the risk of sounding dumb, would you ever write a fic about buck x fem!reader in the camps together? Maybe she was part of the crew and was captured too. Suspending the fact that they would not house men and women together, I can just picture Buck and reader trying to take care of eachother in the camp (and maybe she gets sick when it’s really cold?) I can just see caretaker/protective Buck coming out full force.

Sorry if that’s stupid, you had said you welcomed Buck prompts and I could not get this off my mind. I’m excited for your Buck fic and more of Bucky and ACORN. Thanks for your writing!

Darling Anon! Thank you for this ask, it’s delicious and I’ve got myself some thoughts.

First off -I’ve got a million and one different scenarios and AU’s all centering around life in the camp and I doubt many of them will expire any time soon, it’s just full of too many experimental chances to explore characterization more than even in the hustle and bustle of wartime. So, yes I’d totally be down, shhh, doesn’t sound dumb at all.

At first glance to me there’s a couple of intriguing situations to set it up, one being the real life struggle of Flight Nurse Reba Whittle who had to fight for her rights as an officer and a woman to be considered a POW. I believe the knock-out talent that is @blurredcolour may have more info/inspo in this for you if you’d like to (respectfully) yell at her regarding it.

Another take would indeed be the suspension of their keeping the genders separate and here’s where I feel like we could get super interesting: if we went full Integrated Service AU -as has been discussed on here with other anons about an AU where women are as plentiful as the men. Imagine the disdain the Germans actually had for America’s multi racial service members suddenly doubled by the concept of women in the armed forces. Apply their derision and hatred of say: the serving Soviet women. Like, things could get ugly and intense in those camps and Gale Cleven would 100% be on the front lines of ensuring his crews get their rightful treatment. I’m rubbing my grubby little author paws just thinking of the potential.

Thanks for the kind words regarding ACORN -I’m gobsmacked how much y’all are enjoying it, it’s delighting me. Xoxo

Marina 🌹