The new “boy next door” is more of a “silver fox next door”. Mickey likes him. And when Mickey likes something, Mickey gets it.
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The new “boy next door” is more of a “silver fox next door”. Mickey likes him. And when Mickey likes something, Mickey gets it.
Dear @crossmydna, I cannot write you a story, but I do hope that these five scenes will paint you a satisfactory picture… Happy Gallavich Gift Exchange my love 🩵🧡
HOW IT STARTED…
…HOW IT’S GOING
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Singing “are you having a bad hair day” at a Bengali smoke show with a head of lustrous dark curls that would put a Botticelli angel to shame when you’re hopping around like a bird of paradise doing a mating dance with a frizzy blond mop tortured into ugly pigtails certainly is a choice. Never let anyone say that Lestat de Lioncourt doesn’t have the audacity
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Cutting it close. This was the hardest one so faaaar.
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GLUTTONY
“Do you think we have enough food?” Ian’s just finished cooking. It’s their first time hosting his siblings over at their new apartment. “I could make more of this salad thing, I can…”
“Ian. It’s good”. Mickey can tell that he’s nervous. “They are going to go home so full that they are going to have the word ‘glutton’ floating in and out of their heads for the next day and a half”.
Ian smiles shyly. “Are you sure? I mean, spaghetti with this tomato sauce doesn’t seem like that much of a ‘thing’, you know? It’s a whatever type of meal, nothing special. Fuck. I know I should have gone for the…”
Mickey places his hands on Ian’s shoulders. “They are going to fucking love it. The sauce has some of the tomatoes from your planters, right?”
A tiny nod from Ian is all Mickey needs.
“I’ll make sure they know that.” He reaches for Ian’s jaw, looking up to his husband, “And if anyone complains they’ll have to deal with me.”
Ian lets go of some of the tension as he releases a small puff of air. “I just want them to feel at home”.
The doorbell rings. Mickey kisses Ian softly. “They are going to love it, Ian”.
So this week's prompt has been brought to us by the fantabulous and amazing @runninonemptyy ! The prompt is Flutter. I submit to you @galladrabbles my first of 2 offerings. Thank you for your consideration!
FLUTTER DOWN
“Mick! Mail is here.” Ian drops the mess of bills and advertisements on the kitchen island. Then starts to open his own mail.
Mickey comes down in his boxers and a robe and kisses Ian's lips before grabbing the mail and pouring a cup of coffee.
Ian is reading through a leaflet about a new pizza place when he hears papers flutter to the floor.
He turns to see Mickey frozen in place with tears in his eyes.
“Oh my god, Mick, what is it, what happened? I'm here, what is it?”
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Day 5! And today's AU comes from Serenity (the 2005 movie sequel to the Firefly TV series).
I'm probably gonna lose some people with this one (sorry), but if you haven't seen it and care, this contains significant spoilers, cos it's from a late scene in the movie. But this scene came to mind when the theme was announced so I had to... Plus it's kind of Gallavich in space?
Also content warnings for violence and injuries.
Wrath
It's been one hell of a week.
They've fought and they've run and they've lost people. Mickey hasn't even been able to enjoy having Ian back aboard, because the rescue was so fraught, and they haven't had a moment since. Just arguments and complications... And then worse.
Now Mickey's trying to finish this. End the lie that the whole fucking Alliance is built on, that he's been fighting against the whole damn time.
Then, just like every other step along the way, the Operative appears out of nowhere to stop him.
But hey, what week from hell doesn't end in a knock-down drag-out fight on a narrow gantry, with a guy who fights with a fucking sword? Because of course he fucking does.
So Mickey fights. It's all he knows how to do, really. Captaining a vessel, leadership, even crime, are secondary to the fact that Mickey fights. For his life. For his survival. And lately? For what's right. For his crew. His friends.
It's all instinct, punches and hits and kicks, trying to keep the guy moving while his sword is still safely sheathed at his back. When Mickey falls over near someone's toolkit, he grabs a screwdriver from the top and turns, only to find himself facing the blade of the sword.
Fuck.
He dodges. Sidesteps. Gets inside the asshole's guard, angled away from the sword blade to try and stab him with the screwdriver, but the Operative holds him off and delivers a blow that sends Mickey reeling.
And then there's a sword piercing his abdomen.
Once again: Fuck.
Mickey's been injured before. He fought a war, he gets in fist fights on the regular, and he's been shot more than once...
A sword is new. Exquisite pain and a moment where he's stunned, unable to move.
The Operative thinks he's won. He's still close, still holding the sword, but he pauses.
"Do you know what your sin is, Mickey?"
The bastard hasn't won. He's going to have to try harder than that.
"Ah hell," Mickey grits out. "I'm a fan of all seven."
Mickey pitches forward, forehead connecting with the Operative's nose. There's a stumble, just a moment, but the asshole comes back... just in time for Mickey to stab the screwdriver through his fist.
Mickey grabs the hilt of the sword that's still buried in his gut.
"But right now I'm gonna have to go with wrath."
He pulls the sword free, gasping at another wave of pain. Pushes through it to grab the hilt in both hands and lift it over the fallen Operative.
It's day 4 of my slightly crack AUs, and today we have Cruel Intentions!
I had a hard time figuring this one out beyond a vague initial idea, so thanks to @michellemisfit for giving me a poke in right direction, while still letting me avoid Milkovich incest 😆.
Lust
Mickey closed his journal when Mandy walked into his room, her step purposeful and angry. He looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.
"... Fucking holier than thou asshole," she said.
"Who now? You try to fuck a priest again?"
"Ian fucking Gallagher. The headteacher's kid. Fucking spitting image, you know... The redhead?"
Mickey perked up a little, smirking. He'd definitely noticed the redhead. He'd noticed him real hard. Twice in person and then a couple of times alone in his room. He was hard not to notice; broad shoulders, tall and muscled--ripped, even--clean cut and clean shaven in that 'vicar's son' kind of way. The headteacher, Clayton Gallagher, was good looking for an older man, but his son fucking shone. Mickey wasn't good at resisting a pretty face, and he wanted to lick Ian Gallagher from head to toe. Climb him like a tree. Ride him to oblivion.
"Mmmmm yeah. Your type too, huh? Did he turn you down?"
"Ugh! 'It's nothing personal Mandy you seem like a sweet girl but I'm saving myself for the person I'm truly in love with'. Sanctimonious dickhead!"
"If it helps, I'm pretty sure he's gay," Mickey replied. Because whatever his intentions regarding love and sex, Gallagher had definitely not resisted Mickey's eye-fucking gaze on the grounds of disinterest.
"Really?" Mandy said, her eyebrow raising and her mouth quirking.
Mickey knew that expression. He matched it, wondering what her game was.
"Care to bet on it?" she asked.
"What am I betting, exactly?"
"I want you to deflower him. Take that self-satisfied smirk off his face."
"Mmmm," Mickey said, giving her a shit-eating grin. "It'd be my pleasure. I'll take him apart at the seams. Fuck him until his eyes pop outta his head."
Mandy snorted.
"I think you underestimate how up himself this guy is."
"Wouldn't be fun if it wasn't a challenge. So what's the bet?"
"If you fuck him by the end of the semester, I'll get you a date with that football senior you've been lusting after."
"How you gonna do that, he's straight?"
"Not according to a very reliable source I have that says he's sleeping with Coach Jennings."
"Gross."
"So you'll be a step up, right?"
Mickey flipped her off, but he was definitely interested. He had no doubt that if she could set things up, he'd be able to get what he wanted from the football player. Jocks were easy once you got them far enough out of the closet for the night.
"What if you can't get him to agree to a date?"
"I'll take a forfeit. Dealers choice."
Mickey grinned. A risk like that meant she was sure of herself. He wasn't going to ask how she was so sure, but he accepted the terms.
"And if you win?"
"I get the Mustang."
Mickey snorted. She'd been after that car for a year and a half, practically since Mickey got it. Well, he hadn't given it to her yet and he wasn't intending on losing this bet either.
Hi!! Keeping this up, hope you like it. This is not connected to the one I posted yesterday, btw. This is post canon.
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SLOTH
It’s when he starts feeling like a sloth that Ian gets worried. He can fight it for a few days and sometimes it’s nothing, but sometimes… it’s something. This time around the feeling doesn’t go away.
On the first day, he takes a little longer in bed before he joins Mickey in the shower. On the second day, he finds it hard to fix something for breakfast, despite having all the ingredients to make a nutritious and filling meal. On the third day, he actually has to drag himself out of bed.
It’s something, but he does his best to give Mickey as many normal days as he can, before he is forced to deal with Ian’s brain crapping out on him.
By the fourth day he just rolls over in bed and tries to blame bad food or a headache.
It doesn’t work, of course it doesn’t. Mickey just looks at him and he disappears for a little while. Ian can hear him making calls. Sandy, Lip, Ian’s doctor.
“I’m sorry” Ian mutters.
Mickey settles next to him on the bed, kisses his forehead. “We’re all good, Red. We’re all good”.
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So I said I was gonna wing it with ficlets again... But I came up real short on ideas, so this is *very* winged. But I guess my intent is to try and write a short AU for every day this week. We'll see how it goes!
I'm going with whatever I thought of for the theme, so today's is an Addams Family AU 😆.
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Greed
They were so pleased to have him home that it didn't matter that his memory seemed imperfect, or that he seemed a little... Off. It was Mickey. He was family. He was away a long time... He went through something. But he's home now, that's all that matters.
He seemed a little... Put-off at first by the usual Gallagher shenanigans. Debbie's unsettling headless dolls, and Carl's various violent endeavours.
But over a couple of weeks, he starts to warm up to them. To bond with the kids. And when they dance at the ball, it's like a shining moment when the old Mickey is back.
For Ian, the relief at having Mickey home is sharp and sweet, only tempered by his guilt that Mickey doesn't remember the argument that drove him out in the storm all those years ago. For years he'd feared his husband dead, but now he's back and as soon as Mickey settles in he's sure he'll have a chance to show him all the ways in which he's missed him. All the ways he's sorry.
So when Mickey asks to see the vault, he doesn't think much of it, even if there's a haunted look in his eye.
Ian grins at him, nudges his shoulder. Grabs the book. Mickey's face breaks into a grin too.
"GREED!" they say, and they share a look as the bookcase spins that's just like the looks they used to share. Fondness and joy.
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