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hey, why did he say this?
lip: i have something to say. ian: i always loved my brother lip. may he rest in peace.
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Working on a new fic titled The Blackwing Prophecy. It will be a Gallavich enemies to lovers wing!fic featuring prophecies, warring tribes, and mystical powers. Loosely based on this galladrabbles fic I wrote ages ago.
Right now I'm still in the planning phase, but here's a little snippet from the intro. Please let me know if this piques your interest!
From The Blackwing Prophecy, chapter 1:
Ian is barely a fledgling when he first hears the stories from Lip.
They’re sitting in their treehouse, high above the ground, whispering to one another in the dark from their respective nests.
“He’s got wings as black as ink,” Lip tells him in a conspiratorial tone.
“C’mon, Lip, no one has black wings. That’s just a myth,” Ian argues.
“Nope. Pitch black. And he’s got crazy strong powers, too. Can kill ya just by lookin’ at ya.”
Ian scoffs, stretching out one wing to hit Lip in the face with his primaries. “If he was just born a year before me, there’s no way his powers would’a manifested yet.”
“They have,” Lip insists, batting the auburn feathers away from his face. “And he’s already supposedly killed dozens of other angels just ‘cause he didn’t like ‘em.”
Ian tucks his wings back to his shoulders and shudders involuntarily. Even in times of war, it’s considered barbaric to kill another angel. So Ian can’t even imagine someone his age with a body count in the double digits, but Magi help him if it doesn’t scare him a little.
“Where does he live?” Ian asks.
“No one knows. Some say he was originally from the Nakvi tribe, but I heard the Elders say he was born in the Milkovich Tribe way out past our borders.”
“Lip! You know you’re not s’posed to eavesdrop on the Elders!”
“Relax, feather head, I came back from a hunt with Fiona and they were talkin’ real loud.”
Ian resists the urge to hit him again.
Lip continues, “Wherever he was born though, they kicked him out once he molted.”
There’s an unexpected pang in Ians chest. He’d molted himself just last year, losing his baby feathers and growing his adolescent wings over the course of a long few itchy months. He’s grown fairly independent, especially now that he’s ready to start flight lessons in the coming months, but to be ostracized by the tribe at his age? Alone in the wilderness without his family and friends? He’d never survive it.
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7x11 -> 11x10
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five years healed 
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mickey + that gay floppy little strand of hair
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ian and his big top energy
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𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭~
for chapter 13 of "like real people do" by gallavichy
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to people who don’t think ian fell ‘as hard’ as mickey did, you are BLIND.
it takes ian TEN SECONDS every time to fold for mickey like EVERY TIME.
take the first time they fucked, ian was into someone else (even if he was an evil pedo) and all it took was eye contact and BAM.
take mickey coming out of juvie, ian immediately waiting for him.
take the second time in juvie - ‘you got any fuck left in you?’ ALL IT TOOK
take the season 4 stuff, post army, and mickey just had to be there. Ian folded in two seconds (so did mickey, but we know he’s a smitten kitten) with his only stipulation at the time being ‘suck my dick’. and BAM.
take season 7, mickey in that long, unwashed hair, straight from prison, escaped convict. he kissed back IMMEDIATELY, then had a little tiff, and then just could not resist.
take season 9, the moment mickey lies down, ian is ON HIM.
take season 10, the moment mickey climbs through the window it’s ‘c’mere’. the moment he says yes to the proposal, it’s making out in front of a room of people and two likely unconscious guys ian just beat up to defend mickey.
take season 11, when all they did was kiss and fuck. ian lit said he wouldn’t have sex until mickey got a job, did it work? no!
they fell just as hard as each other, at the same time. no one fell first, no one fell harder, they just express stuff differently. just because ian doesn’t do HUGE romantic gestures like getting thrown in prison, he still does big gestures and still loves mickey more than anything.
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Mickey lines that keep me up at night part 2/?
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