#buck x bucky

[avonne-writes]

Angel AU drabble

A lot of people asked about this AU, so here's a little drabble to hold you over until I can start writing this story 😇 Read the premise here

Invisible to the human eye, Gale follows his ward everywhere he goes. After a few years of careful guidance, humans tend to become more independent, and then he has time to pick up a second or even a third case, but John is a rescue. He’s going to need all of Gale's attention for a much longer time if his soul is to be saved. It’s exciting to be challenged with such a difficult ward. Neglected by an incompetent guardian - who's now demoted to administrator - he went down the path towards Hell. Gale's priority is to guide him back. His second, more personal goal is to make him happy too. They’ll have to see how John manages, but Gale will do his best.

Currently, they're on a dirty bus that coughs a trail of smoke as it chugs on towards the most dangerous neighbourhoods of the city. Gale tried to discourage John from boarding the repulsive vehicle, but his suggestion was ignored. It’s only their first day though - Gale just has to find the right technique to get through the wounded exterior of his soul. For now, he just settles down beside John and radiates an aura that keeps people from sitting next to him. He can tell that a stranger's closeness would distress John.

There are earbuds in John's ears. Gale examines them curiously, leaning in real close to see the emotions flickering through John's mind as he listens to the music. Human music has always fascinated Gale. He used to wonder if humans were trying to find the tunes of Heaven, but he knows that's not the case ever since he discovered rap music. He wants to learn John's musical taste. It could come in handy if Gale wants to influence his mood in the future.

The bus rolls to a stop, and John moves to get off. Again, Gale tries to hold him back. This isn’t a good place - he can already see the stains of malice peeling off the walls of a house by the bus stop, like a black, rotten layer of skin. He knocks a woman's suitcase over and makes a backpacker move to block John's way, but John is determined. He shoulders his way out of there and gets off the bus.

Outside, the night greets him with a chill and cruel blows of the wind. John's bruised face hurts as he squints against it. As he takes off towards an alleyway, Gale makes that wind stronger, even though his own nose wrinkles at the smell of depravity it blows out from the direction they're headed.

"Why don’t you go back home? You could take a hot shower there." He tells John gently. If he talks to John from the ethereal plane, his words form suggestions in John's mind, ideas that he thinks are his own. It's the easiest tool to use. Humans usually go along with what they call their sixth sense. And indeed, John stops. But a moment later, he squares his shoulders and resumes his steps.

Gale frowns. He has to step up his game.

They enter an establishment that Gale identifies as a nightclub. A shady one. Spilled drinks sticky on the floor, cigarette smoke, knives tucked into pockets, unprotected sex in the putrid bathroom. Gale can hear, see and smell it all as he traces John's steps, but his senses also reach beyond that. The place is swarming with demons and malicious spirits. Their waste litters the ethereal plane and clings to Gale's feet until he blasts it off in disgust.

His feathers ruffle. Behind him, his wings move from their relaxed position to a casual back-shield. He doubts that the slimy creatures cowering from him in the corners would attack him, but it never hurts to be cautious. As it is, the sea of demons threaded through the dancing human crowd parts for him, hissing at his light. His lower ranking siblings, those few who had the strength to brave this place, all seem to breathe a sigh of relief when he nods at them in greeting.

"Sir." They say as he passes.

"Keep up the good work." He replies calmly.

John doesn’t stop on the dance floor, so he doesn’t linger either, no matter how much fun it is to see the cowardly demons skitter, scared that he might smite them. He follows John to the back of the club, then out into the alley behind it.

There, they wait. It’s raining. Water soaks through John's hoodie. The residue of malevolent beings falls from the sky with every raindrop. Soon enough, Gale’s brushing its black soot off his wings. His iridescent white feathers contrast harshly with it.

"You don’t want to do this." He tells John. "Come on, why don't we get out of here?"

As if in reply, John mutters to himself. "The fuck am I doing here."

Gale smiles. "You don’t belong here."

He can feel the ideas battling in John's head, and he tastes the sweet scent of a step in the right direction, but suddenly, in a sharp twist, John's thoughts plummet into despair. Unpleasant memories swirl in his mind. "Right where I belong."

Gale's wings twitch. This won't be easy. They have a long road ahead of them, don't they?

#mota #buck x bucky #clegan #gale cleven #john egan #fallen angel au #my writing

[hogans-heroes]

Still not over Bucky’s stalag curls. I bet if he cut his hair after the war Gale would beg him to grow the curls back

#mota #clegan #buck x bucky #curls with the power to melt steel

[britbrocedes]

HOGWARTS MOTA AU!

I may not be a writter, but I edit sometimes, so I made this to prove my point.

#mota #buck x bucky #clegan #john egan #gale cleven #mota fanfic #bucky egan #buck cleven #curt biddick #hp!mota #forgive the quality omg #please writers do your thang

[imasexypotato]

Priest: Ok repeat after me

John, nodding with a smile: After me

Priest leaning over to Gale, whispering: Are you sure you want this one?

Gale frowns: Say your damn lines

#incorrect quotes #john egan #masters of the air #clegan #mota #gale cleven #buck x bucky #john x gale

[bcolfanfic]

the young vets au guys as fb shitposts 1/?

#inspo cred nigesakis #young vets au #clegan #buck x bucky #curtken #james douglass #bernard demarco #benny demarco #everett blakely #harry crosby

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

Buck: Someone would need to balantly tell me they're flirting or else I wouldn't notice.

Bucky: I've been flirting with you since flight school, and you've never noticed.

Buck: See, just like that! If someone ever likes me, i hope they can tell me like that.

#masters of the air #Bucky: im going on a date. #buck:*shocked Pikachu face* #mota #buck x bucky #incorrect mota quotes #clegan #buckbucky #also buck

[middlingmay]

Soldier!Bucky AU

This idea has been floating around in my head for a while, but:

Bucky was never a pilot before the war. He wanted to join the airforce when the war started, but it stressed Mama Egan TF out so he "settled" for the Army.

He climbs the ranks quickly, still becomes a Major quite young, and is aces at quelling disputes because he can turn anything into a joke (usually with himself as the butt of it, but people aren't arguing when they're laughing together, right? May as well be at him.)

The Brass are well aware of the less than stellar relationship the Army boys have, and as well as "cultural lessons" before they ship out to Britain and the rest of Europe, Bucky finds himself informally appointed as his squad's babysitter.

Which he doesn't like. Because the higher ups have mistaken his charisma for responsibility. Which Bucky hates more than those drab army coats.

Speaking of which, he still has the sheepskin! He won it off an airman at a card game, and refuses to wear anything else. He's gotten in trouble for this many times, but his superior officer more or less gave up after he used it to get his guys out of some trouble.

With the RAF. Who, yep, he still hates. Because he admires the fuck out of the US Airforce.

So the RAF are insulting some US soldiers in a pub, but pretending they're not. But Bucky notices the worst culprit is a lieutenant. And a fight is brewing because his guys are bored, and spats have been breaking out for weeks now, and his CO genuinely might shoot them all if there's another issue.

So he swaggers up to the RAF lieutenant, introduces himself as Major Egan (which tips his boys off to the fact he's up to something, because Bucky never pulls rank unless some shit is going down).

But he's still an American, so the RAF Lieutenant isn't entirely swayed, until he turns around to face Bucky (because of course he just walked on up behind the boy and he knows he's "a big lad" as that farmer's wife called him, and he enjoys taking people by surprise). RAF Lieutenant is face-to-neck with Bucky who's grinning down at him, and his fellow Brits mutter "No worries, Sir," and that's that.

Towards the end of the war, he's in Europe. Has been there for some time. Got separated from his men and captured by the Germans and still ran through the forest starving and afraid, and almost killed a kid, and faced down a blood thirsty mob and escaped from a pile of dead bodies with brain on his cheek - but he still considers himself lucky. Because he got away and rejoined his men.

And they're looking for POWs - their own and allied men. They've heard about the stalags and the camps and the death marches, and they're doing their bit not to lose a single man. And Bucky, who knows what it's like to be afraid and alone and close to death out here, is zealous about that mission.

They're about a day away from the Danube, when two men stumble upon their unit at night, frozen, shaking, barely able to keep to their feet.

Airmen.

American Airmen.

Bucky barks out orders and opens his canteen and holds it up to the man nearest him. Hair that might have been blonde. Blue eyes - like the song. And he had no idea then and there that he'd just met Gale Cleven, who was going to talk Bucky into doing something very risky and very stupid to save a column full of allied airmen - just because he looked him in the eyes and said softly, "Please, Major. I just left them alone - help me save my men."

It was the first of many, many dumbass things he would do in the name of Gale Cleven.

#mota #gale cleven #john egan #headcanon #alternate universe #soldier!bucky #buck x bucky

[natashatrace]

“John Egan, your two o’clock.”

bucky sleeps in fits at the camp.

the cold keeps him awake. the lack of comfort. the noises, sure.

but when he does finally manage to fall asleep, those aren’t the things that wake him.

it’s a recurring nightmare of arriving at the stalag, asking after buck, and never being able to find him. he walks and he walks and he calls out and nothing happens. the world around him is dull and lifeless and buck isn’t here, gale isn’t here, which means —

bucky sits up with a gasp in his bunk, gale’s name already on the tip of his tongue, the veil between nightmare and reality so fucking thin, until —

“you’re alright, john.”

bucky glances in the direction of the voice — your two o’clock — and finds gale laying there, right where he said he’d be, right where bucky had found him again. his breathing slows as he holds buck’s gaze, finding comfort in the familiar hue of gale’s blue eyes practically twinkling in the moonlight.

(this is real. bucky knows it — knows because he’d never manage to dream up that kind of beauty in a place like this.)

“sorry for wakin’ you,” bucky offers quietly, voice low to hide the tremble he still can’t shake.

gale just hums. “get some rest, egan. you know where to find me.”

bucky keeps his eyes open as long as he can, committing the sight of buck in his own bunk to memory before he drifts off.

your two o’clock. your two o’clock. your two o’clock.

#masters of the air #mota #john egan #gale cleven #clegan #buck x bucky #bucky x buck #gale x john #john x gale #userfrench #userbells #mywriting #buck cleven #bucky egan

[starboybutler]

"you blush so beautifully" w buckbucky please 🙏🏻

"c'mon," john begged, his broad hips canting upwards to chase the feeling of gale's soft lips. "you're killing me."

john wasn't used to all this lovey dovey shit gale was doing. he was used to sex being sloppy and rough- not all slow and gentle and... and--

a high whimper left his throat as gale pressed a kiss to the weeping tip of his cock, tongue darting out to lap at the beads of precum oozing from him.

"can't help it," gale mumbled against him, eyes looking up at bucky with lidded eyes. "taste so good, bucky. could sit here and look at you all day, baby."

"buck," he whined, head falling back as his cock twitched weakly, face flushing a sweet pink as gale kept pressing those pretty lips against his dick, savoring him, tasting him like he was the finest wine.

"should do this more often," the blonde exhaled, purring softly. "you blush so beautifully,"

"jesus christ," john moans, burying his face in his hands. "you're fuckin' killin' me."

#mota #john #gale #buck x bucky #masters of the air #clegan #azzy blurbs

[jakes3resin]

im an advocate for bucky's curls™!! they're a very important character. it does mean i think about what if when they met and for the rest of the canon bucky has a military cut (or anything short) and that's how gale has known him. those curls don't make an appearance until they're in the camp and bucky's hair grows. gale already is "spacing out" when he sees bucky's longer hair but it's still matted with blood and dirt so he doesn't really get to see it properly. he doesn't get the full force of it until after the war when bucky has let it grow out more since and no dirt and grime can hide them. gale feels like he might lose his mind because he didn't think bucky could be any more prettier than he is but he nearly loses it when bucky mentions he might get a cut soon.

Anon you're so right about his curls being an important character. In my opinion and heart, they are the Main Character, and even thinking about them not being there hurts me. But I do like this scenario you've brought up!

Bucky with a shorter hairstyle during the war would be interesting. Maybe he lost a bet the first few days of training where he had to cut them short and decided he liked the shorter cut since he doesn't have time to take care of his curls during flight school. Gale never sees his curls at full power thus develops his obsession with them late.

Imagining the boys making it through the war without Bucky's Emotional Support Curls because Bucky just cuts them when he thinks they've grown out too much, its wild. But it compels me.

I think he'd look like the picture below.

(I'm adding this photo because I found it when I went on a wild internet journey this morning looking for pics of Callum. Enjoy)

After the war, Bucky decides to grow his hair out again, maybe to reclaim his Old Self, maybe because now he has time to take care of them which in turn is calming for him. The routine of haircare would potentially be very therapeutic for him I think. Maybe he even decides to grow them out to cover the scars on the back of his head. The reasons are endless, but very importantly, Gale does not factor into them (outside of Bucky potentially being into Gale pulling his hair during sex) because Gale's never expressed an interest in Bucky's hair. This will soon change.

His hair once grown out would look closer to these pictures.

Gale barely notices how Bucky's hair has been growing longer. It's one of those you see it every single day and don't really catalog the minute changes until it hits you like a frying pan to the head. The pair are both still trying to transition back into civilian life, and he's too focused on Bucky's health and his own nightmares to notice Bucky's hair, which he's never had to focus on before. Outside of battling for bathroom space now that Bucky's hair products take up most of the counter space (there are so many products, I lived with a curly haired girl for a few years trust me) Gale is oblivious to what is about to happen to him.

A while after he starts growing out his hair, Bucky goes back home to Wisconsin to see his mother for a few weeks. His hair grows more before the pair are reunited, so he definitely resembles the above photos. Bucky shows back up on their doorstep with a cheerful "Honey, I'm home!" that goes unanswered because Gale is frozen solid staring at him. Eyes wide, mouth open in shock, Gale experiences his first real look at The Curls.

Gale gets hit full force with the reality of Bucky's Curls, something he'd been vaguely aware of but didn't think about, and he wonders why he was denied such a sight until this moment.

With the sun setting just behind Bucky's frame, his curls are lit up. The rays showing off the highlights in his chestnut curls. The curls aren't tight and springy but loose and wavey. Bucky runs a hand through them, and Gale nearly falls to his knees.

It's official. Gale is enamoured. He's obsessed. He's running his hand over the soft curls (and pulling them just so), and Bucky melts into the touch. Gale will take any opportunity to touch Bucky's hair now. Walking by Bucky asleep on the couch? Perfect opportunity to run a gentle hand over his curls. A curl refuses to stay put and falls onto Bucky's face while he's reading? Gale's there to tuck it back into the style Bucky prefers. Bucky hurts his shoulder on accident and can't really lift his arm while it heals? Gale will gladly help Bucky wash his hair whenever he wants.

After a while, Bucky's hair grows too long, nearly hitting his shoulders, and he's starting to remember why he kept his hair cut short all those years. Maybe he offhandedly mentions over breakfast how he's gonna cut his hair, cut his curls off. Maybe he asks Gale to help him. Maybe he even mentions shaving them all off.

Gale would have preferred Bucky to shoot him.

Listen, those Curls are the 2nd most important thing in his life at this point (the first being Bucky himself of course). Gale won't admit to how much he relies on them to calm down on his bad days, but he will admit that he doesn't want them cut short, lost to him once more after he's just seen them. Gale begs Bucky not to, desperate to save Bucky's hair.

So the pair compromise. Gale will help Bucky cut his hair to whatever length he wants. He just won't help Bucky shave his hair off. Gale gets to run his hands through Bucky's hair, and Bucky gets to make Gale smile. A win-win if you ask them!

Bucky's Curls- keeping your flyboys sane since 1940!

#mota #masters of the air #asks #buck x bucky #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #clegan #anon i recommend my curls fic if you haven't already read it #every fic i write includes me waxing poetic about bucky's curls but 'run my fingers through your hair' is my baby

[avonne-writes]

Gale’s oral fixation + John’s big thighs 😍❤️‍🔥

Criminally hot 🔥 I had to write a drabble. This is set in my modern AU where they're postgrad students and best friends with benefits already in love with each other but scared to confess it.

Exam papers flutter on the desk of Gale's supervisor as the fragrant spring breeze swirls in through the open window. The Astrophysics department's small office smells like old bookshelves, leather and coffee, more comforting than the Business School's sterile ultramodern building. But John isn't here to examine the decor - he came to entertain Gale because he thought it was unfair that he had to be holed up inside, grading papers when the weather was so nice.

That, and because John wanted to kiss him.

It's all he can think about lately. His best friend's lips, their plump cushion under his own, the taste of them, soft skin between John's teeth. Given their amazing, perfect, completely causal agreement that they'd help each other out quick and easy if needed, he didn’t have any hangups about it. But he did think it would be weird to just ask to make out without an end goal, so he pretended to be horny as an excuse, even though he wasn't.

He just didn't count on Gale being the one who'd be too turned on to resist a quickie right where they could be caught anytime.

"Jesus Christ, Buck." John hisses in the rolling chair of Gale's supervisor, his hips twitching to thrust into Gale's hand. In the grip of Gale's pale fingers, he throbs with hot need, Gale's spit slicking his length to make the friction just right as Gale strokes him. "Warn a guy next time."

"Warn?" Gale asks, lust low in his voice. He’s kneeling between John's spread legs, halfway under the desk. With his free hand, he tugs John's trousers and boxers down to bare his thighs completely.

"We started this whole thing because you said it would be convenient. That we could have each other anytime, no strings attached." He presses his lips to John's right thigh and bites down gently, his teeth digging into John's muscle. "I want you now."

"Fuck." John breathes out, gripping the armrests. He needs to swallow the moans already pressing at his throat, the guttural, helpless noises he tends to make in Gale's bedroom, because they're one curious professor away from scandal. "Can we close the window at least?"

"Nah." Gale nuzzles his thigh again, the corner of his lips curling into a smile. "I know you'll be a good boy, John."

John throws his head back against the headrest. "I'm really not."

He feels the huff of Gale's laugh on his leg. "Yes, you are." Gale sucks on a strip of John's skin noisily until it colours pink, sensitive. His expression is pure bliss. "My good boy."

A surprised whimper escapes John's throat. "What?"

Gale freezes for a moment, as if caught, but he goes back to rubbing and kissing John's thigh a second later. "Nothing."

"I don’t know what came over you." John mumbles breathlessly, slouching in the chair to give Gale better access to his cock, to chase Gale's teasing hand. His own fingers find their way to Gale's blond hair and tug as Gale leaves a hard bite on the meat of his thigh to mirror his work on the other side.

When Gale bats his right hand away, he puts the left on Gale's head instead. Gale gives him an exasperated look, then sits back on his haunches to get away from his demanding touch. His eyes roam over John's body lazily, his fist still moving up and down.

"You didn't sit like that on purpose?"

"Hm." John hums, pushing into Gale's hand. The chair rolls back a little, so he tightens the cradle of his legs around Gale's torso to stay in place. "Like what?"

"Like you wanted your dick sucked."

John closes his eyes as a wave of heat rolls down from the top of his head to his toes. "You have an oral fixation, I swear."

"Uh-huh." Gale just hums, his entire focus on John's cock now. He strokes his left hand over the bruises he sucked into the meat of John's right thigh, then he cups John's balls.

"Ah, fuck. You don’t even deny it."

Gale looks up at him from under his lashes as he leans forward. His body warm between John's thighs, his lips glistening.

"Why deny it?" He shrugs and kisses the tip of John's cock. Closing his eyes, he runs his pink tongue up the underside of it to the head, catching the drops of moisture beading there slowly from the torturous pleasure he inflicts on John's body. When John grunts, Gale looks at him again. There’s a playful glint in his eyes. "Be a good boy now, Bucky."

John puts his right hand back on Gale's head and presses his left fist to his mouth as hot, warm suction slides down his length and pulls his pleasure right out of his soul. Shadows pass behind the opaque glass of the door opposite him, people walking down the corridor. The star charts on the walls mirror the stars he sees behind his eyes as Gale sucks him leisurely, without a care in the world. No one walks into Astrophysics at four p.m. on a Friday, right? John prays, and squeezes his eyes shut against the pleasure as he thrusts into Gale's mouth.

He's gonna cancel his plans of going out and take Gale home again tonight.

#mota #buck x bucky #clegan #john egan #gale cleven #my writing #ta au #fwb au #carnevol

[kcsplace]

Buck: What is being Air Exec like? Bucky: Mostly sitting around and complaining about things. Buck: Yeah? How's that working out for you? Bucky: Can't complain.

#masters of the air #mota #clegan #john bucky egan #bucky egan #john egan #gale buck cleven #gale cleven #buck cleven #austin butler #callum turner #bucky/buck #buck/bucky #buck x bucky #bucky x buck

[austeenbootler]

AU IDEA

cop! gale cleven and thief/ druggie! john.

john gets locked up so much he becomes nice with gale. and ofc he get flirty but gale “doesn’t swing that way” and john doesn’t believe that for a second. but he lets it go for now. plus he has a guy who’ll be bailing him out soon anyways.

oooh but john can fight and he’s very protective of gale. if one of the inmates talks to him a certain way they’re getting a smooth hook to the jaw. but this gets john more time with gale since he’s in charge of “time out corner.” as john likes to put it.”

anyways…

#masters of the air #mota #bucky egan #buck x bucky #buck cleven #john egan #mota au #mota fanfic #bucky x buck

[imasexypotato]

*John won't leave Gale's side for a second while they're POW*

John: What am I supposed to do?

Gale: I don't know John! Go for a walk or something!

John: By myself?

Gale: Yes!

John: Oh really? Where?

Gale: Anywhere!

John: Can I go that way?

Gale: YES!

John: Fine!

*walks away all grumpy*

Gale: Don’t go far!

John: OK!

#theyre in love your honor #gale needs some personal space #for 3 seconds before hes looking for john again #theyre codependent #john egan #masters of the air #mota #clegan #gale cleven #buck x bucky #john x gale

[bcolfanfic]

i personally think that if a guard laid a hand on bucky and buck found out he would go apeshit crazy about it and that wld be his last straw. like i know rhat buck is usually a stoic man but i have a feeling anyone doing anyt to buck sets him off immediately (see: the heavy petting comment) ygwim!!!

(this is in ref to my hcs/thoughts about bucky being assaulted in the stalag. obv cw for sexual assault.)

yeahhh. i think bucky would not want to tell him which guard it was because he *knows* would flip out. and he doesn't want gale to do something rash and get himself killed...least of all for him- and least of all over something that he does think he "had coming" </3

maybe ends up spilling to someone like brady who it is when he's worked up and talking to him. comes stumbling into the bunks when gale isn't there and brady is the first face he sees when he just really needs to fall apart to someone.

later, gale just knows through osmosis that he knows. and god brady *wants* to tell him, wants to sic gale on this POS but. he doesn't want him to get himself killed either. it's so messy and complicated all around. poor sweet boys.

#clegan #buck x bucky

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

Bucky: We should get married.

Buck: John, we’ve only been together a couple years?

Bucky: I know and I think I’ve shown incredible restraint in waiting this long.

#masters of the air #mota #buck x bucky #clegan #buckbucky #incorrect mota quotes