#gge2025

[gallapiech]

[Hello, agent Gallagher @gallavich-annise] I got youu for the Gallavich Gift Exchange!!! I'm sorry for making you suffer with those encoded messages hehehe.

Thank you @gallavichthings for hosting the event!! ♥

[deedala]

HELLLOOOOOOOO NIGHT CITY!! Have you heard of these guys? Gallagher and Milkovich? -- a couple of mercs outta Heywood? Now, I know you read about that big heist at Konpeki Plaza the other day in the screamsheets. Well I have it under good authority that it was these two guys who were behind it. And not just that, listener! Rumor has it Gallagher and Milkovich are responsible for the biggest grand larceny jobs this year. You know, the real flashy ones that the corpos wish you didn't know about but failed to hide? The Regal Residencies robbery? The Kang Tao Building bust-up? Yeah, that's right. All the work of these two street kids from the slums, clearly on their way to becoming Night City legends. The NCPD is reportedly offering a hefty reward if you think you have what it takes to take these guys down. But, you want my advice? If you see this duo coming, get the fuck out of their way. And unless you gonks have a real death wish, never, ever, get in between them.

@gallavichthings's Gallavich Gift Exchange 2025: a Cyberpunk 2077 AU for @whatthebodygraspsnot 🌃

details below the cut...

bonus: (because i couldn't resist making a mickey to run around in night city)

[doshiart]

gallavich in an end-of-the-world for my lovely giftee @spoonfulstar, hope you like it <3

for gallavich gift exchange 2025 by @gallavichthings, thank you for hosting!!

[sickness-health-all-that-shit]

You deserve better

Mickey pokes his head out of the alley and clears his throat. "'Ey," he says, trying to sound casual. Ian's head turns around. Smoke escapes his mouth in a long plume. Green eyes narrow. "Motherfucker…"

OR Ian's boyfriend talks shit about him. Mickey overhears. Nevermind that Ian's a total stranger—Mickey will see to it that everyone involved gets what they deserve.

my GGE fic for Julia @blue-disco-lights!! I'm so excited to share this with you 🥰 your prompt was right up my alley lol

huge thanks to @mybrainismelted for beta reading and of course to @gallavichthings for organising this wonderful event for us 💖💖

[crossmydna]

My entry for @gallavichthings' Gallavich Gift Exchange, written for @froggyfun365!

Pairing: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich Rating: Explicit Words: 11,900 Tags: Top Ian Gallagher/Bottom Mickey Milkovich, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, A/B/O dynamics, Hurt/comfort, Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, Smut, Anal sex, Rimming, Blow jobs, Mating bites

Summary:

Mickey has two big secrets: first, he’s an omega among a family of alphas, and second, he’s gay. When a name appears on the inside of his wrist, both of those secrets rear their ugly heads and force him to flee—landing him straight into the arms of his soulmate, Ian.

[ Read on AO3 ]

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

Two Halves of a Whole Rating: Mature Word-Count: 6,824 words Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers (with a lower case L because they're just crushing and being cute at this stage hehe), Handcuffs, Bickering, There Was Only One Bed, Alcohol, Feelings Realization, season 4 gallavich style (because I said so) ✨ for @sickness-health-all-that-shit for this year's Gallavich Gift Exchange! i hope you enjoy, rita! <3 thank you @gallavichthings ✨

Summary: All Mickey really knows about his coworker Ian is he's annoying and he's constantly around. But when A Series of Fuckass Events occurs at the 7-Eleven after their shift, he finds he's about to spend a lot more time with the guy, whether he likes it or not.

Cuffs. They're fucking handcuffed together.

[ read on archive of our own ]

[michellemisfit]

Happy Gallavich Gift Exchange @sam-loves-seb

Chosing a 'Something inspired by one of my fics' prompt seemed like a dangerous gamble, but when it was revealed to be you, Sam, I got SO EXCITED!!!

I chose find someone who grows flowers (in the darkest part of you) (which was in itself a GGE creation from 2024) and really, the most challenging thing was to narrow it down... and I didn't. Oops.

Happy Gallavich Gift Exchange... Squared? 🤔

Huge thank you to @gallavichthings for organising!

Medium: Conté à Paris Pastel Pencils & Fine Liner

Full artwork behind the cut and on AO3

Click the ‘Mys Art’ tag to see more of my stuff, or check out my work on RedBubble and AO3

carnations (red) - love, pride, admiration carnations (orange) - happiness, warmth, determination

Ian was practically born with his. He’s had it for as long as he can remember, this bunch of wild red carnations blooming between his shoulder blades. “Pride,” Lip tells him, his finger on the page of a library book about flowers. “Sounds about right for an army nerd like you.” Ian punches him in the arm, but the definition makes him smile. Fiona never saw it like that growing up. She used to tell him they were all about love. “Love and happiness,” she’d say, tracing the pattern on his back through his t-shirt. “These ones around the edges? They’re more orange.” “Determination,” Lip counters. “Everything has more than one meaning. It’s why capitalism thrives under the consumers who buy into this crap, and why these marks are most effectively nothing more than a sham.” “Hush,” Fiona cuts him off, smacking him lightly on the head. “Leave him alone.” Ian grins at the two of them, freckle faced and innocent. He doesn’t really care what they mean. It was all good—he could live with any of it. All of it. “At least they match your hair,” Lip says, closing the book. Fiona giggles at that, and Ian shrugs. Blooming over his back and shoulders, the carnations grow with him. Red and orange and every variation in between. None of his other siblings have them. He’s the first Gallagher he knows with carnations imprinted on his skin.

dandelion - hope, perseverance, transformation

Dandelions that sprout on his knuckles. Too yellow and too bright and all wrong. Terry sees them for the first time, and he just laughs. “Couldn’t even be bothered to give you a real fucking flower. They gave you weeds on your goddamn hands.” He finds it amusing, for a little while. Like Mickey’s existence is one big joke. And honestly, at this point, he’s starting to think it might be. Because he hates the dandelions more than anything in the world, the way they sprinkle across his fingers, like a beacon in the worst fucking way. He looked it up once. Hope. Perseverance. What the fuck kind of mark was that? For a kid like him in a place like this—it’s one big cosmic fucking joke is what it is. So he takes a page out of his old man’s playbook and covers them up as soon as he possibly can. He’s thirteen, almost fourteen, and his cousin comes over with a tattoo gun he lifted from his ex-girlfriend’s dad. Mickey gets dark, bold letters stamped across his fingers, burying the dandelions beneath the ink.

carnations (red) - love, pride, admiration

It never even crossed his mind to share his new mark with Ian, but when he sees him on the other side of the bulletproof glass, eyes empty and the plastic phone pressed to his ear, it’s like he has to show him. Mickey unbuttons the top of his jumpsuit, a sad smile on his face. “Think you’re gonna like this one,” he says, pulling down the neck of his tank top. Ian’s mouth parts slightly when he sees the red carnations, three of them, opening up right over Mickey’s heart. For a second, Mickey feels the hope like lightning at his fingertips. Ian clears his throat. “What are those?” he asks, like he doesn’t know. “Hydrangeas?” “You know what they are.” Ian stares at him through the glass. His mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out. It’s his last card to play. The red flowers that he first saw in the mirror of a holding cell. He thinks it might’ve been out on the sidewalk, when he told Ian he loved him that they finally bloomed, but he can’t be sure. And maybe it really is just a big cosmic joke, but Mickey can’t think of it like that, or he’ll never get out of here alive. So, he tells himself if he can’t have Ian in person, he’ll have to settle for the little bit of him he carries around with him. He wears Ian’s mark on his chest like a point of pride, and Ian does everything he can to forget about it.

lilac (purple) - first love

“The fuck is that?” Iggy asks, poking at Mickey’s arm. “What?” Mickey asks, twisting his arm. “That,” Iggy says, twisting it the other way so Mickey can see. On the inside of his upper arm are two purple flowers, their stems intertwined, and it takes everything in him not to react. “What are they?” Colin asks, smoking by the window. “Don’t know,” Mickey lies. The thing is—he knows exactly what they are. And that terrifies him. “That’s how I’ll know,” Mandy used to tell him. “When I meet the right guy, I know he’ll be the right guy because I’ll see it. I’ll get a flower mark.” Mickey shakes his head. “That shit’s as bad a reading your fucking horoscope in the paper.” “No it’s not,” she counters, annoyed. “I’ll get my lilacs one day. You’ll see.”

gladiolus - bravery

“Can’t believe you did that,” Ian marvels in the shower later, blood washing off them and running down the drain. “Mickey—you came out.” “Yeah,” is all Mickey says with shaky breath, because he kind of can’t believe it himself. ... “Holy shit,” Ian says, breathing hard. “Yeah,” Mickey says again, reaching back and grabbing Ian’s hip. “Yeah, come on.” “No, Mick,” Ian says, fingers brushing over the back of his neck. “Look.” It’s a ridiculous thing to say, because Mickey can’t physically look at the back of his own neck, but later, once they get off and dry off and they’re wrapped in warm towels in Mickey’s bedroom, Ian will show him the flower that blossoms at the place where his neck meets his shoulders. Ian takes a picture of it on his phone and Mickey stares at the gladiolus now stamped into his skin. They fall asleep that night wrapped up in each other with Ian’s lips pressed against the new mark on Mickey.

PS: Go and read find someone who grows flowers (in the darkest part of you) if you haven't yet (and even if you have), it's the most wonderful! 

[sam-loves-seb]

look at us now -- [ 5.3k | rated: m | 1/1 ]

"What the fuck." Mickey groans around the cigarette between his lips, almost growling as he blinks blearily down at his phone, face down on the concrete below him. His day hasn't even fucking started yet. He's dropped his phone a hundred times since they bought upgrades a year ago, but he's never heard it make that sound when it fell before.

// post-canon: husbands dealing with a shattered phone screen

happy gallavich gift exchange @heymrspatel !! 🧡

@gallavichthings