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My original works - including All Grown-ups Must Die set in 1960s Scotland.
Masters of the Air (Clegan, CleganMarge, and some gen) - UPDATED 29.11.25
The Mentalist (Lisbon/Jane)
Shameless (US) (Gallavich)
Game of Thrones (Gendrya)
The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier)
To psyche me up to write my two follow up fics to That Ol' Devil Called Love, come ask me about them?
āļø The Comeuppance of Pastor Cleven
ā¾ļø Gale Cleven, meet John Egan Snr.
listening to CDs in the kitchen i always brace myself for the ad between songs but then it just keeps rolling. skipping around how i like without interruption feels heavenly. we're in such a commercial angst prison that books and CDs are luxury now š
protect, pass on, thrift, gift, and store physical media, it's worth it
I have a free weekend coming up and I don't know whether to read fic, or write fic.
Kind of tempting to finish writing Marge raining hell down on Buckyās gf...
I just couldn't resist:
Ruth didn't really know Gale, Despite having met a few times now. But apparently it was enough to trust the enamoured enthusiasm her eight year old daughter had for the place, who even now trailed after Bucky like a duckling, just desperate to see the 'inner workings' of the shop. Never mind that the office she was so keen to see was little more than a pokey little cupboard. He was sure Bucky would manage to weave into something half interesting for the girl.
But Ruth clearly didn't mind them disappearing. She was leaning half out the shop door herself, calling on someone to hurry up.
The husband who'd apparently been dyin' to come and say his thank yous, Gale reckoned.
And surely, with Ruth's hands covered in thin cotton gloves gently clasping his wrist, a man came into view. Large and broad, clad in a brown suit that warmed him like a penny done all shined up. His steps were heavy in worn in but well-kept leather shoes. There were wrinkles at the corners of his mouth and eyes, embedded to the point of permanence, now. He was clean shaven, and had a singular dimple in his chin. His hair, wavy but not curling, was spattered with more than a few streaks of grey.
And it unsettled Gale. Because he'd seen this man before. He was sure of it, but where?
"Gale," Ruth said beaming as she lead the man over. He'd clocked Gale staring at him, sussing him. It was a look he'd been told more than once would either cut a man off at the knees, or send his fist to blacken Gale's eye. Thankfully the man did neither.
"This is my husband, John."
John stuck out his hand, a shiny smile flashing polished teeth. The skin of his palm felt like hide as Gale shook it, like the callouses he'd earned had worn soft over time gone unused.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr...?" Gale flinched at the suspicion in his voice. God. This is why Bucky dealt with the customers.
"Egan."
Gale whipped his head round, expecting Bucky to have returned with his young charge in tow, but he wasn't there. He turned back to the man. Also John. "What? Do you knowā"
"I said Egan," John talked over him. "You asked my name. John Egan. Nice to meet you, Buck."
Oh. Oh, fuck.
It snapped into a horrid picture with unwelcome, cold clarity. The similarities between little Evelyn and John that had made Gale laugh when she first stumbled into their shop. The way he knew he'd seen this man before, the second he stepped foot in here.
Because he had, or at least he'd seen the attributes he'd passed onto his son. His beautiful, kindhearted, gregarious, generous, quick as a whip, smartmouthed son. John Egan. Junior.
Gale's hands and voice shook. His eyes burned because he couldn't blink, he could barely breathe because Bucky was right behind the thin door of the back office which could open any secondā
"Get the fuck out."
Ruth's eyes burst with the blossom of surprise. John Senior froze, casting eyes to his - fuck, his wife.
"I'm sorry?"
"Sorry is the least of what you are, you son of a bitch." Gale wanted to put hands on him, and god he would. If he didn't get the hell out right now, he would. "Get. Out."
the mentalist as text posts
MISTER wedding ring
Tonight Iām thinking about a buzzed and boisterous Bucky calling Gale his wife as a joke exactly once and forgets it the next dayā¦ but Gale never forgets
A few weeks late Gale corners him in the kitchen and pushes him up against the counter where John was making a pathetic attempt at one of those pineapple upside down cakes (mostly because he noticed Gale eyeing the photo in the magazine) and calls him his little house wife and John practically melts into a whimpering mess
Then Gale bends him over the kitchen table but the pink apron with the little embroidered duckies stays ON
Iām bored in the lab this morning so more thoughts!!
Upon first observation people assume Gale would be the āhomemakerā mostly because John is so much more typically masculine (drinking, smoking, gambling) but it the other way round. The split things but John is better at the day to day house tasks because Gale grew up basically feral and spent a lot of time just foraging.
I think Gale is actually the better of the two at cooking. However, he views it more as a chore and will eat just about anything but John enjoys cooking (even if he gets overly enthusiastic in some of the flavors he combines). So John ends up doing most of the cooking which he doesnāt mind because Gale is weird about food but will eat anything John puts in front of him (good or burnt). I think early in their post war period while they were still trying to adjust Gale wasnāt eating much and hadnāt gained back the weight he lost so John takes it on himself to start loading him up with butter and bread and meat.
This is pretty normal for them and is really an extension of Bucky wanting to look after his baby doll. He gets a real sense of fulfillment from taking care of Gale but also Gale accepting that care without complaint. John thinks heās being sneaky about it but Gale catches on pretty quick. Especially when he mentions how good some cookies another grad student brought to the office were and John starts furiously baking until he can make cookies just as good. Itās after this that Gale got John the apron because he canāt keep going to the base with flour all over his uniform slacks.
Not sure how to tie it all together but I think for Gale he likes seeing John happy and safe at home and that sort of tenderness is typically associated with female roles in the 40s. And for John he enjoys a relaxed and well fed Gale.
But mostly theyāre just stupid hot for each other and anything they do is soooo sexy to the other and they just canāt keep their hands to themselves
Let me paint you a picture of the stalag reunion. A gay picture.
What really happened, as per multiple online sources:
Gale Cleven: āWhat the hell took you so long?ā
John Egan: āThatās what I get for being sentimental!ā
What happens in the show:
Gale Cleven: āWhat took you so long?ā
John Egan: *completely overcome with emotion to the point of not being able to speak, smiling like he just won a million dollars despite being marched into a Nazi prison camp for possibly the rest of his life*
Like. They literally made it more emotional than it was in real life. They had record of the actual (purported) dialogue, and they changed it. The real exchange definitely has emotion behind it, but thereās levity and banter thatās completely absent from the show. Gale is infinitely softer and gentler, and John is infinitely happier and more relieved.
WHY DO THAT IF NOT CLEGAN??
I vaguely remember someone already making a similar poll, but I couldn't find it and thought maybe people's opinions had shifted a bit since then? Either way, please vote again bc I'm so curiousss
which one is true?
Gale fell first; John fell harder
John fell first; Gale fell harder
Other (elaborate in comments or tags!)
color study
Iām hoping putting a little bit of this story out into the void will help motivate me to write more, so hereās the first little bit of my clegan soulmate au! <3
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John fell in love in Walla Walla.
He fell in love with that split second on the runway when he pulled back on the yoke and the wheels of his B-17 left the ground for the first time. He fell in love with the shock of relief of the icy high-altitude air after spending too long taxiing the runway in the stagnant air of an enclosed cockpit.
He fell in love with a fort almost seeming to float through the air, all engines feathered.
He fell in love with messy golden hair tumbling out of the hatch and a smile as bright as the sun glinting off of metal wingtips.
So it was no surprise, really, that when Gale ran a hand across the hull of his plane gently, reverently, and said āIām in love,ā in that low awestruck croon, that his name was simultaneously etched into the pale skin of Johnās wrist.
To date, and Iāve been wracking my brain like CRAZY, I can not come up with a reason that isnāt gay for John to give up his jacket. The sheepskins are way warmer than the leathers, and heās flown far riskier missions without worrying about the fact that the lighter jackets are easier to spot on the ground than the brown.
And then, as if to kill any and all doubt that this was motivated by anything other than heartbreak: āBuck always hated that jacket.ā
I mean. WHAT. THE HELL.
Also, I really think Brady knew they werenāt coming back from this mission. They showed his face several times, and it did not look like he was feeling nerves, or dread, or anticipation, or grief, or exhaustion. It looked like grim acceptance. I think he knew Bucky was gonna fly recklessly to the point of suicidally, and Brady just decided he needed to accept that and switched gears from āI need to get everyone home aliveā to āI need to keep everyone from dying, including that son of a bitch John Egan.ā
John Brady may be the bravest man in the Hundredth playing chicken with a John Egan who thinks Gale Cleven is dead is not something that any person has any business doing
In typical me fashion, I was so busy getting out the end of Salt Drops i forgot to post these beautiful art pieces I commissioned @moontashpena for a few weeks back....
our little crab fisherman,
Good morā ā get goin Iām right behind yaā is very crazy if you think about it for even a single second. Bucky knew he was going to follow behind Gale because he is the only person he trusts to watch that manās back. Buckyās been dying to leave but after what happens on the road he gets himself back under wraps and his priorities become clear once again. I do think , as well, that itās the natural leader (group leader šāāļø)in him and also the part of him that needs to suffer a little bit more than necessary to make things real. He clearly understands the risk in going last, thereās risk in going at all they all know this ābut taking up the rear and being the furthest from the wall as the window closes carries the biggest one. If they get the first guy everyoneās going down anyway if itās the 2nd , 3rd itās the last guys duty to do something about it ā¦.and If they get the last guy wellllll ā¦.. still there was no other choice - of course haunting to be the last words Gale hears if something does happen as well ( John being a dead wife in his head probably has nothing to with it though nothing at all) the percussion of a couple rounds going off behind him adding to the nightmare fuel of it all ā¦.Buckys definitely got an aesthetic my beautiful drama queen I really just I really get him š¬š
āMaāam this is a Gailās bakery i do not know who these men are and itās the morning rush kindly order.
Nothing for me thanks
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return to sender (finished)
John finds out a new side to Gale.
Part of him is tickled silly about seeing the full picture of it. Surely he'd laugh if it were anyone else; call them a dog for leaving that trail of bodies and rag on him until the end of time, but this is Gale, so that feeling gets flipped inside out, leaving John seething with the kind of jealousy on par with a physical burn. He slaps on an impish grin. "Not sure what you want me to say here, Buck. Congratulations? You wanna change your nickname to Lady-Killer?"
