Amateur Gallavich Fan Fic Writer

So I messed up again. @energievie if we lived closer I would definitely be buying you a coffee to show my appreciation.

So yesterday’s Drabble was for the 2 series, and this one is for the Untitled series.

I corrected the link on that one and I am reposting this one.

Bear with me it’s been *a week* .

Thanks @lupeloto and @galladrabbles! Despite all the mix up I did thoroughly enjoy this prompt hehe.

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“I think I ruined it.” Ian sighs, as he grabs a beer from the fridge, “I told Mickey I wanted to move out of this house but I said I wanted my own place”.

Lip glances at him from behind the book he’s reading, “I’m missing something, aren’t I?”

“My own place. Alone”. He sits on the couch, “I need to do that first before I move in with him. Stand on my own two feet.”

“Makes sense. What did Mickey say?”

“Nothing? Does ‘Sure, man’ count?”

Nothin' Good

In the summer of 2016, up and coming rock group Sour Milk rose to popularity with the release of their second album, Nothin’ Good, and subsequent nationwide tour. The band, which consists of four siblings native to Chicago, Illinois, first gained popularity on the internet, posting videos of them playing popular covers and a few original songs. Reel Records signed them two years ago, and they’ve been on the rise ever since. We sat down with every member of the band individually, as well as some of their more well known associates from that summer. Thirteen months after one of the most shocking and memorable performances of their careers and the end of the Nothin’ Good tour, they’re ready to share their story.

// rockstar au

[ 20k | 3/12 | rated: M ]

art by the amazingly talented @suzy-queued 🧡

Hello, my lovelies ☺️

I've been a bit MIA lately. 2026 hasn't treated me very kindly so far and I hope it'll have a change of heart soon.

That's why, when pondering what to pick as a prompt, I've been naturally drawn to "re-" words. Restart. Reset. In the end, I settled on

REFRESH

You know, F5? That would be my take, though, perhaps you have a different one. I'm curious to see what comes to mind 😊

Happy drabbling, my darlings!

Thank you for the @galladrabbles prompt @sweetbee78! I struggled with this for some reason... Couldn't decide whether to go with the mood or just pull some lyrics... So sneaking in under the wire with "dancing in a burning room".

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Ian blocks one punch. Misses the next. A solid blow across his jaw sends him reeling. The taste of metal blends with the smell of smoke from the nearby flames.

"Don't like to dance, Red?"

Ian dodges and swings around, landing a kick to his opponent's leg.

"Only when I'm leading."

The guy smirks through a grunt of pain.

Furniture topples, collapsing into the fire. A plume of smoke clouds the air.

In the distraction, his opponent gets close. But instead of a blow, he feels sweet lips on his.

Whoop! And suddenly it's Sunday again - thank you for a great drabble week.

Thank you to the wonderful Liz, @sweetbee78, for your drabble prompt this week!

Thank you to all the writers and people who support them.

Thank you to the best partner-in-drabble-crime, @energievie - I love to tell you that you're up next - please post your prompt for us here tomorrow ;)

Have a fantastic day!

Hi everyone! Thank you to @sweetbee78 for this weeks @galladrabbles prompt: Tommee Profitt - Forbidden Fruit.

Continuing my Fantasy AU.

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The Sellsword and the Mage, Part 90:

Ian fidgeted for several moments, face burning with either anger or embarrassment—even he could not tell which, “So you knew about me and Ned?”

“Not the entire time, no.” The Grand Enchanter frowned. “At first, I believed Ned when he said his interest was purely in your unique abilities, and I believed him when he said he had no intention of ‘picking the forbidden fruit’ as he referred to you.”

Ian grimaced.

@sweetbee78's song prompt for this week's @Galladrabbles certainly lends itself to this darkly sexy kind of energy. The song has a certain Spike and Drusilla kind of vibe. And... that is not at all what I came up with. Please enjoy some angst as Ian reflects upon his youthful indiscretions. ___________________________________________________________

POMEGRANATE

I should have never even touched you,

That day when you came to my room,

We were so close I could smell you,

I could feel your body move under my hands,

So I didn't kiss you, wouldn't let myself taste,

I shouldn't want to feel your fingers on me,

I want to hate them tangled in my hair,

But I can not be strong, sitting so close to you,

Watching the sweat drip down your neck,

I had to come back and have my mouth on yours,

You are forever my complete torment,

@sweetbee78, I know you love a good fantasy/spirit/magical entity story! This @galladrabbles is inspired by one key line from your song...

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“I never understood humanity before.” Ian spoke poetically. Dreamily. Naively. His skin glowed, radiating pureness. “You’ve opened my eyes.” 

Mickey had been glued to this stranger all day, unable to leave him, talking about everything life had to offer. 

Who was this guy? Why did Mickey’s soul ache for him?

Ian leaned in. “I may never see you again…until it’s too late.” Ian kissed him.

Ian’s eyes turned red. A cloak and scythe manifested from thin air. Sand swirled around him until he disappeared.

Mickey touched his own lips. “I’ve kissed the reaper.”

He fell to his knees, devastated.

I liked the line 'I can't escape you'. It made me think about how it must have hurt the boys during the times they were apart, and how on occasion it may have even seemed to them that it would've been easier if they didn't love so deeply.

Forbidden Fruit

It was an endless cycle. An infinite pattern of crashing together and flying apart. Hot and cold, over and over. Mickey had to believe that someday they’d make it work, despite it all.

Each night in juvie he’d envisioned freckled cheeks, floppy bangs and sparkling eyes. That wicked grin haunted him. With love on the line, separation only lent itself to yearning. The more he tried not to care, the more his desire grew. Inescapable.

Tommee Profitt - Forbidden Fruit

This week Mickey just healing Ian.

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Ian’s voice trembled as he confessed the truth, Linda’s ultimatum , Kash’s perversion, the twisted bargain that left him carrying the shame alone. Mickey pulled him close, steady as the fire Ian felt crawling under his skin. Every inch the fire gets closer… it’s in his blood, it’s never over.

“You weren’t the sick one,” Mickey comforted. “They were.”

Ian’s breath shuddered, sinking deeper into the burn of memory, being forbidden fruit he never chose. Desire, fear, shame, tangled like rope he couldn’t cut free.

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🤗 Lovely to have you back, Liz 🥰 And thank you for the sweet song you picked ❤️

Darlings, your prompt this week:

Tommee Profitt - Forbidden Fruit

Happy drabbling, everyone! 😍