#gallavich fandom

[darthvaders-wife]

Family photo🧡

[em-harlsnow]

when I say Ian and Mickey are everything for each other I MEAN IT.

They're each other's husbands, best friends, boyfriends, partners, roommates, enemies (bc they piss each other off), biggest pain in the ass, biggest supporter, most frustrating person and most importantly family.

[anntova]

Gallavich

some sketches

[doshiart]

Gallavich music band AU

different bands, different genres, same scene. /short story below/

Mickey plays guitar in the Milkovich family band: Mickey - electric guitar, backing vocals Mandy - vocals, keyboards Iggy - bass guitar Colin - drums, percussion

Ian sings with another band. Suddenly appearance on stage and charmed everyone at first sight.

And of course, at one of the after-concert parties, Mandy meets Ian.

Ian's band was pissing Mickey off because they had to perform on the same stage even though they were in different genres.

For Mickey, Ian is a one-hit wonder. For Ian, he's just trying to move on and find himself. So one day Ian will disappear from the scene as suddenly as he appeared, and Mickey will be satisfied that he was right.

…until he realised that he missed the redhead.

//that's my silly little thought but i really liked music au's. also happy new year everyone! wish y'all a good year!!//

[iris-writesx]

Little Fucker | Gallavich

ian and mickey wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of an intruder in their kitchen, but it not what it seems — idk what this is but hey my first full gallavich fic, whoop whoop. honestly this is just a rambled mess of fluff. i’m still trying to get my characterisation for these boys down, so feedback would be greatly appreciated :)

2k words — mention of past trauma, though this is all fluffy and domestic. mickey and ian are married

fic requests are open for gallavich, please send any and all into my asks. reblogs and feedback would also make me super happy <3

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Mickey had always been a light sleeper. Just the feeling of Ian’s weight leaving the mattress in the morning was enough to stir him from his sleep, blinking groggily up at his husband as he got ready for the day. He supposed it was due to his upbringing, being awoken by Terry yelling or things being thrown at him throughout his childhood. He distinctly remembers one night when he was ten being woken by the shattering of glass, and later realised that the bottle Terry had thrown in his drunk stupor had missed and smashed the window instead. That whole winter he had slept with two jumpers on to stop the winter air blowing into his room from freezing him to death.

So he was a light sleeper. Which is why the crash that came from their kitchen was enough to force Mickey out of his sleep, his eyes wide as he immediately rose up into a sitting position. He sat frozen, listening for anything else, before another crash followed, something smashing against their tiled kitchen floor.

Ian was blissfully asleep beside him, and it took Mickey four shoves against his husband’s arm before he even began to stir.

“What?” He groaned, not even turning to look at him, eyes still closed.

“Get up.”

“Fuck off,” Ian grumbled, rolling over to face away from Mickey, and huffing out of his nose he grabbed onto Ian’s forearm and shook it a bit roughly until he had annoyed him enough to roll back over to face him. “Holy fuck, what do you want?”

Mickey glared down at his husband, offended by the immediate annoyance… as if he wouldn’t act the same if awoken in the middle of the night. “Someone’s in the fuckin’ kitchen, asshole.”

That definitely got Ian’s attention. Mickey observed as his eyebrows immediately scrunched, lips turning downwards as he also sat up, eyes shifting past Mickey to stare at their closed bedroom door, as if he could see through it.

Ever since Mickey had been sleeping in the same bed as Ian — since he finally started accepting just how much he needed Ian, since the nights where he was supposed to be on Ian’s bedroom floor were spent up against him in his bed — he had always put himself between Ian and the door. Maybe it was the assumption that there would always be danger, like he was living at home and there was always a chance of Terry barrelling through the door to hit him. But Mickey knew that he’d always want Ian further into the room than himself. Realistically, he knew that probably nothing was ever going to happen — a little ironic after he had been woken up by the sound of an intruder in their kitchen — but just in case, he would always put himself into the line of danger first.

Ian was still staring at the door. His hand had unconsciously reached out to grip onto Mickey’s leg, a light squeeze against the plush of his thigh. “I can’t hear anything, Mick.”

“You think I’m fuckin’ making it up?”

Ian turned to scowl at him. “That’s not what I said. I’m j’st saying that it doesn’t sound like anybody’s there.”

“I know what I heard, asshole-“

Another smash came from the kitchen, and instead of jumping like Ian did, Mickey couldn’t help the smug smile that formed over his mouth. “Told you, bitch.”

Ian rolled his eyes but didn’t respond, instead he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and leaned down, grabbing a shirt from the floor and quickly throwing it on. Mickey, who cared much less about looking decent in front of a fucking burglar, instead leaned down to grab the gun that he kept tucked under his side of the bed just in case. He rounded the bed and forcefully shoved Ian beside him, reaching out with his free hand to open the doorknob. “Stay behind me.”

Ian didn’t argue, so he pulled open the door and stepped out into the hallway, his gun raised out in front of him. Within all of the domestic bliss that he and Ian had been living in for some time now, it had actually been a while since he’d held a gun — the last time was probably when he had put it under his side of the bed. The weight of it felt heavy in his hand, the metal cold against his skin — he never thought that he would be in a place where the feeling of a gun in his hand was weird to him.

With Ian still behind him they got to the kitchen, and whilst there was no intruder to be seen, there was glass and porcelain smashed all over their floor. He glanced up at the counter and noticed that there were still a few plates and a glass that had been left to clean up in the morning, and he was guessing that the ones now in pieces on the floor came from that stack of washing up.

“Aw man,” Mickey grumbled, nudging a larger piece of black porcelain with his toe. “My favourite fuckin’ mug.”

“Mick look-”

“Yeah I know, man, I can see it.”

“No,” Ian huffed, and poked one of his shoulder blades. “On the table.”

Mickey turned his head, and just blinked when he saw the little orange cat sat on their kitchen table, staring back at them with its huge bug eyes. It reminded him of one of the little street cats from back home that Mandy used to insist on feeding when she was just a kid. “What the fuck is that thing doing in here?”

“Must’ve come in through the window,” Ian nudged him again, and Mickey glanced up at the open window above the counter. “Poor guy must’ve knocked all the glasses over on his way in.”

“Poor guy? It broke our shit.”

“Yeah well I told you to close the windows at night.”

Mickey turned to shoot Ian a glare, as if to say it wasn’t his fault that the little fucker got into their home, but Ian slipped past him and sidestepped all of the glass over towards the table, where he reached down to scratch said little fucker on the top of its head.

“I’ll clean up then, yeah?” He huffed, putting the gun in the waistband of his boxers for now as he carefully dodged any glass on the floor to grab the broom they kept stood by the fridge, and started to sweep all of the shards into a pile. When he glanced up at Ian he was still fussing over the cat, and he just rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. “Aye, some fuckin’ help would be nice.”

“He hasn’t got a collar,” Ian had that dumb puppy dog pout on his lips as he turned back to his husband, and in one motion he scooped the cat up into his arms, cradling the thing against his chest. “And he’s really small. I think he’s a stray, Mick.”

“Oh yeah? Too bad, it broke my mug, piece of shit.”

Ian glared, dipping his head down to kiss the cat on its peanut head. “We should let him stay for the night.”

“Why should we do that?” Mickey rolled his eyes, leaning the broom against the counter once he had all of the shards in a pile, and instead grabbed the dustpan to collect it all to toss into the bin.

“‘Cause it’s cold out.”

“Thing’s got fur, ain’t it?” Ian was still glaring when he looked back up and he just groaned, wiping a hand over his face as he let the now empty dustpan clatter down against their counter. “Christ, you really wanna keep it here for the night?”

Ian raised his eyebrows. “Not just for the night-“

“Ain’t fuckin’ happening, Gallagher.”

Ian sighed, putting the cat down on the table gently before he moved over to him, that fucking stupid pout back on his face as he took Mickey’s shoulders in his hands with a light squeeze. “He’s just a small thing, Mick, he won’t be any trouble.”

“It’s been here for five fuckin’ seconds and smashed half of our cups.”

Ian squeezed his shoulders a little firmer, tilting his head at him. “Please?” His hands left his shoulders and went down to his hips, tugging him close enough for them to be pretty much flush against each other, before his lips quirked upwards playfully. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see me, Mister Gallagher?”

He groaned, because his husband was so fucking lame sometimes, but looped his arms over his shoulders regardless. Mickey would never be able to resist giving Ian what he wanted to make him happy and Ian fucking knew that, but it didn’t stop him from giving his husband the worst scowl he could muster as Ian squeezed his hips again.

Fucker.

“One night, man,” Mickey told him, his façade dissipating a little as Ian gave him a little kiss, just a light press of their lips. “I’m fuckin’ serious, tomorrow night that scraggly fuck is going back to the streets, ‘kay?”

Mickey knew that the cat wouldn’t be going anywhere, Ian knew that the cat wouldn’t be going anywhere, which is probably why he had that dumb smile of his on his face as he leaned in to kiss Mickey again, for longer that time, making him all melty and fucking weak like Ian usually got him.

His sixteen year old self would be in fucking disbelief if he saw him now. Mickey often thought back on that time. The denial, the self loathing, his destructive behaviour towards both himself and Ian. It wasn’t all that long ago that Mickey had apologised for one particularly nasty thing he could remember calling Ian.

They had just gotten into bed for the night, the room dark, Ian’s hand on his thigh drawing invisible little shapes on the skin there.

Mickey had been mulling over that memory for a while in his head, a scrunched up disgusted expression on his face as he recalled calling Ian nothing but a warm mouth. It had left a vile taste on his tongue to even say it the first time, but to think back on it made his chest burn with hatred for his younger self. Ian had deserved more than him back then. Mickey was only worthy of him now that he had changed for him.

“M’sorry for all the shit I called you,” Mickey watched as Ian turned to face him, clearly confused. “Back then, man, all the shit I said,” he was slowly getting better at apologies, so he paused for a moment as Ian nodded a little, an understanding smile on his face. “You were always more than that, you know. Always meant something more to me, Gallagher.”

Which is why Mickey wouldn’t be kicking that fucking cat out, as much as the thought of having a cat around the place wasn’t that pleasing.

Ian was still smiling like he didn’t believe him, and squeezed his hips again as he pecked his lips one last time. “‘Kay.”

Mickey cleared his throat as Ian finally stepped backwards, his skin feeling a little hot, because there was a gun tucked into the waistband of his boxers, yes, but part of him was now definitely excited to see his husband.

Like he could fucking help it when Ian pulled that shit.

“Can we go back to bed now?” Mickey groaned, and even though both of them knew they wouldn’t be going back to sleep yet, Ian gave a huge smile as he nodded, hooking an arm around his husband’s shoulders as he started to walk them back to the bedroom. “And the cat’s not comin’ into our room, no fuckin’ way.”

Ian just laughed, patting his shoulder. “Sure, Mick.”

As expected, Mickey got up to let the cat into their room a little past three o’clock in the morning, and when he woke up it was asleep on his chest.

Little fucker.

[thegallavault]

hi pals! It’s me, bee 🐝, aka @gallawitchxx, aka gallawitch on AO3 & i’m a writer in the shameless fandom! i love me some ian & mickey, but i especially love supporting the incredible community of creators who have been making art for over a decade!

WELCOME TO THE GALLAVAULT —a fully fan-made, totally free collection of beloved Ian x Mickey fics in e-reader (.epub) format, complete with a custom cover that features fan art made by one of the many talented artists in the Gallavich fandom! 🔒📚✨

this means that you can download full fics to your e-reader of choice, and when added to your library, they’ll look like this:

pretty cool, right? 😏

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inside The Gallavault, you'll find:

an Intro & FAQ sheet with details on how to download the fics, find links back to the original works so that you can leave love there (hint hint, wink wink!), what fics will be included next & info on how to submit requests (pspsps: use this tumlr's ask box)!

a Library List of all of the currently included fics with links to them on AO3, links to the Cover Art posts for reblogging purposes, & additional art that's been made for each fic!

a folder of Multi-Chapter fics for download

a folder of One-Shots & Series fics for download

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please peruse what's there & if you have any additional questions, you can always send me an ask here!

i hope you enjoy & don't forget to leave the artists some love through kudos and comments on AO3, as well as likes & reblogs here on tumblr! xx

CREATOR DISCLAIMER: even though all of this work is public and free, i was initially reaching out to creators for permissions! but then tumblr decided i was a bot & i was shadowbanned 😔 so i am nervous to continue. if you are a creator and you do NOT want your work to be included -- that's ok! please reach out to me here on tumblr or at gallawitchxx@gmail.com and i will remove it from the vault, no questions asked!

authors ✍️ : @notherenewjersey @jackieq @damnnmilkovich @metalheadmickey @thisdivorce @thevioletjones @squidyyy23 @suzy-queued @whaticameherefor @peppermintkatie @goodkwuestion @ms-moonlight-inn @devovitsuasartes @dancermk @whatwouldmickeydo @celestialmickey @ianrightsonly @the-rat-wins @abundanceofnots @chat-noir12 @spoonfulstar @mzshko @gallawitchxx artists 🎨 : @steorie @doodlevich @darthvaders-wife @luluxa @filorux @heymrspatel @y0itsbri @auds-and-evens @deathclassic @loftec

[gallavichthings]

Gallavich Lovefest 2024

Hello, lovelies! Here are the "prompts" for this year's Lovefest, as well as posting rules (please read those!). Under a read more because it's quite long. :)

How will it work?

Everyone who wishes to can participate. You can post any number of posts you wish to, and you can also treat these as ask requests (thus the numbers). Please remember to add your own impressions.

When will it be?

Technically on the 14th of February, but because of timezones and also because we all have other things to do, you can also post one day before or after.

How to post:

Reblog from Tumblr or link to the original fic/fanart/edit (please make sure it's the original and not just a Pinterest link or something of the sort). No reposting, please (that means, don't save the art/fic/etc. to your own phone/computer and make a new post with it). Please add a comment (it's ok if it's small) about why you like this. Also, either @ me in the body of the post or tag it as Gallavich Lovefest 2024 (this is so I can find and reblog your recommendations).

Can I make one post with several recs?

Yes, this year you can, as long as it's for the same category. Just don't forget you still have to provide a link to the originals and a comment for each.

PROMPTS

Something you did yourself that’s at least 3 years old

Something you did yourself that's between 1 and 3 years old

Something you did yourself in the past year and that's complete

Something you're working on (either a fic that's still a WIP or plans for future works - feel free to add snippets/sketches/etc.)

A fanart by someone else that’s at least 3 years old

A fanart by someone else that’s between 1 and 3 years old

A fanart by someone else that's less than a year old

A one-shot by someone else that’s at least 3 years old

A one-shot by someone else that’s between 1 and 3 years old

A one-shot by someone else that’s less than a year old

A multi-chapter by someone else that’s at least 3 years old (and complete)

A multi-chapter by someone else that’s between 1 and 3 years old (and complete)

A multi-chapter by someone else that’s less than a year old (and complete)

A WIP fic that's been "abandoned" (not updated in more than a year) but is still worth reading

A WIP fic that's currently "in progress" (last updated less than a year ago)

An edit (gifset/graphic/video) by someone else that’s at least 3 years old

An edit (gifset/graphic/video) by someone else that’s between 1 and 3 years old

An edit (gifset/graphic/video) by someone else that’s less than a year old

An interview with Cameron and/or Noel that you enjoyed

Your favorite picture of Cameron and/or Noel

A funny Gallavich post

A podfic (including a link to the the original fic)

A meta/discussion/analysis post/video/podcast

A Gallavich/fandom Tumblr blog

A Gallavich/fandom account in another social media website

An AO3 fic (yours or someone else’s) that’s at least 3 months old and got less than 30 kudos

An AO3 fic (yours or someone else’s) that’s at least 3 months old and got between 30 and 100 kudos

An AO3 fic (yours or someone else’s) that’s at least 3 months old and got less than 10 comments

An AO3 fic (yours or someone else’s) that’s at least 3 months old and got between 10 and 30 comments

Any fanwork (yours or someone else’s) that’s at least 7 years old

[jrooc]

Weekly Tag Wednesdayyyyyyy ✨

This week's tag game is a mishmash, a ragbag, a hodgepodge -if you will - of questions from the group. Thanks lovelies for submitting random questions! You are all officially tagged: @mybrainismelted @deedala @juliakayyy @energievie @michellemisfit

🔠 Name: Jess

🌀How do you pronounce your own Tumblr handle in your head? JRock (No idea why)

🪟 When you look out the window right now what do you see?

Snow, blech. ☃️ And a quiet house-lined street 💼 What is the most unusual profession someone in your family was in? We're pretty boring I'm realizing. My cousin's kid is a Philosophy TA so basically gets paid to think so maybe that?

🎨 What hobby were you really into as a kid? Reading 🤓

🔍 First autofill google result when you type 'How can I...?'

"how can i be homophobic my b is gay lyrics" 😂 um.. what!?

🎶 If you were the main character in a sitcom, what song would be playing during the opening credits? I'm not this cool but let's say Celebrity Skin by Hole (this was hard!)

🎬 What's the last movie you watched? Did you enjoy it? What genre is it? Dune 2 // I did! // Sci Fi I think?

🎥 What is your favourite movie genre?

Not a genre but any 90s movie esp the romcoms and corny action flicks.

What movie would you recommend? Garden State 🍅 or Empire Records

👯‍♂️ Do your IRL humans know about your fandom life? If you're a creator, do they know you create?

Only a select few, and only my Hubs knows that I write lol

🚣🏼‍♀️If you could do one activity with your pocket/fandom friends what would it be?

Games night! Or I'd make you all come over and we could all bring our weird snacks and we could just do puzzles and watch movies together.

Tagging @samantitheos @such-a-barbarian @heymacy @heymrspatel @crossmydna @too-schoolforcool @suzy-queued @gallapiech @ms-moonlight-inn @stocious @sgtmickeyslaughter @creepkinginc @ian-galagher @francesrose3 @krysmiss @gallavichsuperfan @crestfallercanyon @bellezabelize @doshiart @spookygingerr @rayrayor @mmmichyyy @sandrashaine @gallovichhhh @transmurderbug @transmickey @darlingian @callivich @mickeysgaymom @guinguin1984

[gallavich-fic-club]

Welcome! 📚

We are the Gallavich Fic Club! A community of fic readers and writers, as well as some brilliant fan artists, who love to connect about all of our favorite stories. We run a weekly fic discussion, and otherwise spend our days chatting about all things Gallavich!

Here on tumblr, we will be primarily reblogging the fantastic work that is being produced daily by the Gallavich fic writers.

If you'd like to join us on our Discord server for more in-depth discussion of your favorite fics, the link is in our bio!

~ Kat, Nosho, Mandi, Julia & Jess

[gingit-cake]

Gallavich writers - Can I pre-order a thousand new lumberjack Ian fics based on Cameron Monaghan’s latest look circulating on social media? 🔥🔥🔥😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️

[alisekisel]

Kinktober-Day 15-Robe 🚬☕ full on Ao3

Uncensored art is published on my Patreon for the Daddy tier🔞🔥

[darthvaders-wife]

🍌🍌🍌

[em-harlsnow]

new fanfic!!!

so this is a 1920s AU set if Ian and Mickey operated in enemy gangs, I got the idea from the Peaky Blinders but it has like no correlation, no need to watch it to know what's going on :)

here's a snippet:

“What did you come ‘ere for then?” Ian tilts his head, slight smile playing up on his features. 

“Ginger cock, mostly.” Is the blunt response that follows. Ian can’t help but laugh at Mickey’s vulgarity.

“Don’t fancy the person attached to it at all?” 

“He’s alright.” Mickey drawls as his voice turns fond. 

They tend to stay away from talk of what they do outside of this house, but Ian wants to bring it up. He knows Mickey wants out. He also knows how to get him out and they’ve spoken about it before. About Mickey betraying Terry, helping the Gallaghers to kill him off so that they can be free to do what they please. Mickey can keep dealing, if he wants. He could also join Ian. He could merge the two gangs. The last conversation ended in an argument, though. I ain’t fuckin’ disloyal, Gallagher. I’m not betraying family.

Here's the link:

I might end up doing more chapters if you guys like it.

I hope you enjoy <3

[callivich]

I’ve noticed a lot of new people on the tags! Hi! Welcome! 💖

This is a fun fandom, don’t be shy - jump in and take part! I’ve got some posts you might find useful:

A quick guide to the Gallavich fandom on tumblr - all the active blogs that run events and share work.

Encouragement guide for lurkers - because it’s not easy joining a new fandom. Including a guide to using tumblr and getting involved in the Gallavich fandom.

#gallavichintropost - make an intro post and find new friends! (Not just for new fans, anyone can take part!)

Gallavich fandom tag games - a load of different, fun quizzes/memes that you can use to get creative or make friends.

A big list of Gallavich prompts - if you want some ideas for fics and art! Free to anyone to use, however you like!

[doshiart]

Love is…

…draping your arms around his shoulders. [source quote]

@gallacrafts theme 28 – show some love ♡

[xxshamelesslovexx]

Watch "15 minutes of Mickey Milkovich being an iconic King" on YouTube