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Gale Cleven - Fae/Elven/Fair Folk
"Due to the nature of their origins, the Faeries are associated with the beauty of angels and the viciousness and malevolence of demons. Like angels, they are the least understood of all magical people - the great ancient mystery in the Shadow World. Although they are widely believed to be hybrid descendants of demons and angels - something that their kind has seemingly not bothered to deny - faeries possess human souls just as other Downworlders do, and are counted as members of the human race by the Denizens of Heaven."
Character Moodboard for my up-coming Sorcerers vs Fae AU
#i love making these damn things#keeps my creative soul flowing#gale buck cleven#gale cleven#fae gale cleven#elf gale cleven#moodboard#character card#fae#faeiries#sorcerers vs fae au#mota#mota au#masters of the air au#masters of the air#my stuff#gale cleven moodboard#au moodboard#Spotify
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─── 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧.
1986
somewhere in wisconsin
the last place that john egan wants to be the summer before he graduates high school is the egan family cottage, a place where time and everyone else seems to have forgotten. having been intent on finding a summer job, spending time with his friends, going to parties, and making out with pretty girls, john is irked that the egan family matriarch has other ideas and wants the family to spend "one last" summer together.
john's sour mood shifts just a little when he meets local, but also not-so-local, gale cleven, a boy his age who works at the small town's one pizza joint. through teenage angst and a desire to break free of the awkward position of not being children anymore but not yet men, the two form a bond that makes their summer a little more bearable. a bond that comes to shock the both of them.
but what happens when more than the summer comes to an end?
─── 𝐂 𝐎 𝐌 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 𝐎 𝐎 𝐍 ───
#masters of the air#mota#masters of the air fan fiction#mota fanfic#john bucky egan#gale buck cleven#clegan#bucky x buck#buck x bucky#john egan x gale cleven#1980s summer au#making mood boards is totally the same as writing right?#antiquitea.pdf#antiquitea.fic#moodboard
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i made mood board with taylor swift song " seven " for your fic " broken things " . I hope you like it .
Hi dear! ❤️ This is so lovely, thank you so much! The photo choices definitely capture the duality of Gale's life - the dark parts of his home contrasted with Bucky's warmth. I'm so glad that my fic inspired you!
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chapt 3 of whiskey neat, coffee black 🥃
Bucky shook his head in disbelief. “So, ‘Maverick’…?”
“Courtesy of Harry, actually, when he heard the whole story the next day. For ‘reckless flying’ and ‘ballsy aerial manoeuvres’.”
They laughed together for an easy moment, and it felt like the rest of the bar was far away, forgotten, like they were in their own little bubble. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect…”
-> check out on AO3 <-
#clegan#buck x bucky#john bucky egan#gale buck cleven#masters of the air#new chapter just dropped!!! and it’s a lil bit of a beast#i got slightly carried away oopsies#also: new moodboard!#i have a general board on pinterest for this au so expect more with future chapters lol#my writing#📝: firehouse!au
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Mood board for this beautiful masterpiece the lovely @avonne-writes is writing that I’m totally in love with. 💖
#austin butler#callum turner#gale cleven#john egan#masters of the air#buck x bucky#fic rec#moodboard
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Hello! I’m bored so I’m thinking of opening requests of moodboards! Of any ship I tag below. Or if you follow me and have a different ship in mind, I’ll gladly consider it!!!
You can either leave me an inbox, request it anonymously, or leave a request under this post!
With the request tell me the theme or au you’ll like me to do 😊🫶✨ I have two different sets it’s either with 8 aesthetics or 9, that’s up to you to choose.
These are the examples!
#moodboard requests#lawrusso#elimetri#hawkmetri#roug#lanichols#yasmoon#icemav#hangster#clegan#zolu opla#i’m bored#so please I’ll do a moodboard for anyone!#gale cleven x john egan#tory sam
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So it begins. There had to be a Masters of the Air OC in me somewhere, and here she is. The Honourable Maureen Byrd-Caldwell, Reenie to her friends. Reenie to her acquaintances. Reenie to everyone except her parents, at the end of the day. I suppose this is an introduction, in its way.
When it came down to it, it was simply a case of the purest rotten luck.
She’d held out hope, as close as yesterday, that there would be some last minute reprieve, that the rumoured placement would somehow transform itself once put to ink on the page into a posting in Sussex or even Devon. Molly, her bunkmate of the last month, was already on her way to work the forests other side of Scotland. Reenie had seen her off onto the first train herself, spilling promises to write as soon as she knew the address she was going to. Scotland she could have liked too. She’d only ever been as far as Edinburgh. But the last remnants of her optimism had been dashed at dawn, with a quiet and entirely unassailable pronouncement from Mrs Iver. There would be no arguing now.
The Honourable Maureen Byrd-Caldwell had packed her things, picked up her bicycle, and headed over the county border towards Norfolk within the hour.
The training camp at Culford, a scant twenty miles behind her, is already beginning to feel like a distant dream. Here, the edges of the roads tilt in ways that are intimately familiar; years of absence have done little to reduce her body’s memory of these sharp turns and deceptively deep furrows that lie half-hidden behind them, bordering the fields from the roads. The last time she had cycled these paths, she’d been freshly nineteen and already itching to make her way across the country, to take up her place at college. Her brother had been with her then, all of fourteen and growing into limbs that were far too long for his skinny body. The two of them had careened wildly, screaming with laughter, down these roads in a manner that would surely have horrified their parents if either one had been there to witness it.
Reenie’s jaw clenches at the recollection. John would not be home this summer anyway, nor her father. There will be only Mother now, rattling around in the house they had grown up in, undoubtedly playing the gracious host to the officers billeted in the guest rooms. It had always been the role that suited her best.
A wobble in her wheel snaps her back to focus and she frowns, craning her neck to peer over the handlebars, though the ride has immediately smoothed back as much as these roads allow. A stone then, or maybe a rut she hadn’t noticed. She sighs. Stoddard Manor is another twenty miles away and not her destination today. There’s no need to be thinking about it yet, nor let the metallic taste in her mouth coat her tongue to choking. There will be more than time enough to deal with all of that.
She does not need to check her watch to know that it is coming into mid-morning. The summer sun beats on the back of her neck, prickling the skin beneath her vest with sweat. Reenie can feel it beading uncomfortably between her shoulder blades, while her hair sticks in clumps to her forehead. Something will have to be done about that before she reaches her first appointment at the farm. It had been hard enough to arrange these billets for the girls that would be arriving tomorrow, it would not do to have them lost again because she has not represented them well.
For a moment, she allows herself a fantasy, conjures up an image of the bath that would be waiting for her, and something scented to scrub the perspiration from her skin, but even the memory of it is hard to grasp, a wish long since left behind and far too distant from reality even to make believe. She will settle well enough for finding a place to change her uniform and take a brush through what is surely a bird nesting in the curls beneath her hat.
In the shade of a nearby copse, Reenie slides to a halt, pulling up her bike away from the lane. Dismounting, she sighs in relief and pulls a half-empty canteen from a saddlebag. The water is too warm to be pleasant, but after so many miles she’s thirsty enough to not care, and unobserved enough to gulp it down without any guilt for decorum. Wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, she stretches out her back, her legs. It has been a little while since she has cycled so far without pause. A proper rest will be a welcome thing.
The patch of trees is not thick, but it will do for what she needs. Reenie inspects it with a critical eye, peeking through leafy branches to the fields beyond, and then again towards the road. There is not an awful lot of space, but beggars cannot, she supposes, and so she takes one more furtive glance down the road before fetching her change of clothing and begins to strip in her makeshift privacy, peeling sweat-soaked layers from her body, until she is stood in nothing but her underwear. The half-breeze is welcome against her skin and for a moment before she dresses again, she raises her chin and lets herself enjoy it.
She is doing up the button on her trousers when she hears the shout.
Instinctively, she throws one arm over her chest, the other already scrabbling for the blouse she hasn’t yet put back on, but she barely has time to jump out of the way before she finds herself forced to move. The bike comes careening through the thinner part of the trees, its rider desperately clinging for some kind of control that isn’t coming as it skids towards her.
The breath is full knocked from her body as she thumps heavily to the ground, one arm caught painfully beneath her ribcage. Somewhere behind, the crash of metal against metal sounds like thunder; she can do nothing but gulp air and push herself back up to her knees.
The owner of the bicycle, she sees from the corner of her eye, has been flung from his seat, lying prone against the ground, half caught in branches and already trying to tug himself free. She slides herself over. He is going to do himself an injury, if he hasn’t already. There’s a nasty tear in the sleeve of his uniform - American, she can tell that much - and she wraps one hand around his arm gently, lifting it to inspect, leaving the other to rest against his shoulder, stilling him from movement. He blinks at her, unfocused at first, lips parted, before he breathes deep and something more settled, more schooled comes to rest over his - handsome - features. He stops his struggle, watching her face as she carefully unhooks torn fabric from sharp branches. It is something of a relief when nothing more sinister than the snapped ends of threads shows itself.
“Steady now,” she says, slow and soothing, like she has learned the last few years to do with the farm children, “are you all right? Make sure of it before you move anything. That was a nasty tumble you took.”
“Yeah,” he says, frowning. “Yes. I’m all right.”
She rocks back on her heels as he sits up, running a hand through his blond hair. He glances over her, eyes flicking down her body, and immediately looks away, lips pressed tight before he speaks again.
“Are… you?”
Hell’s bells.
She closes her eyes briefly.
“Please just keep looking that way.”
The blouse she finds half hidden under a nearby outcropping of shrubbery and she pulls it on, buttoning it as quickly as she can. It’s difficult, with the pain in her arm and she finds herself biting back another curse and flushing through her cheeks all the way to her chest. She knew it. She knew Norfolk was a bad idea.
“Are you injured?” she asks over her shoulder, and tries not to notice the creak of mortification in her voice.
“I’m not,” the young man says. There’s something underscoring his tone too, a blush in the rounded curves of his accent that makes her feel a little better, “I think your bike might be though.” A pause and the sound of metal scraping against metal. “Mine too.”
He still has his back towards her when she turns around again, though he’s standing now, peering down at the wreckage. She can hear him hum as he inspects the damage.
“I can get this fixed for you,” he says. His foot prods at a wheel. They both wince at the ping as something breaks off. “It would be the least I could do for running into you. I'm very sorry about that, miss.”
Embarrassment lost in an instant, Reenie feels herself bristle at the implication. She’s been elbow deep in oil and muck, fixing her own transportation more than enough times by now to be patronised by some golden film star of an airman. She moves to stand beside him to make her own assessment. A sharp breath catches, dissipates, between her teeth as she readies her argument and realises how futile it is. The fight in her disappears with it.
“You may even owe me a new bicycle,” she says instead.
He looks up at her. After a moment, his lip quirk into half a smile.
“I might at that.”
Naturally, it’s hers that’s in the sorriest state, they discover together. A series of sad little clanks sound as Reenie tries to right it and resigns herself instead to tying it for balance against the other bicycle with a length of twine. He runs his hands over his own as she does so, rotating the wheel back and forth against the earth. It moves smoothly enough, seemingly little worse for wear. She holds up a hand to stop the apology she can already see forming for the differences in their fortune.
“What’s done is done, I’ll save my tears for something bigger than a bicycle if it’s all the same to you, ah…” she pauses, “I’m sure I ought to be addressing you by rank but I’m equally sure I don’t have the faintest what it is.”
There’s a small breath that sounds a little like a laugh, soft enough that she can think to have heard it, but for the slight incline of his head letting her know the sound had not been in her imagination alone.
“You could call me Gale instead and sidestep the whole thing. Gale Cleven.” His teeth flash white at her raised eyebrow. “Major, if you would like, but just Gale is fine.”
“How dashingly American.”
One hand on the handlebars of his bicycle, he holds the other out to her; there is no hesitation before she takes it and shakes firmly.
“Miss…?”
“Byrd,” she says. “Reenie Byrd.”
“Miss Reenie Byrd,” he repeats. The syllables roll together pleasantly in his mouth, reeniebird. She rather likes the way it sounds. “Please, just… let me walk you back into the village and we can figure out what to do about the bike.”
“Back nowhere,” she tells him, stooping to pick up her bags. “I haven’t made it that far yet, I was still on my way.”
Before she can protest, he snags the strap of one of the bags and loops it over his arm. “That so?”
Her ruined bike, tethered to his, creaks as they push them both back towards the road.
“Quite,” she tells him. “You see, I was quite innocently having a rest, and there was this dreadful incident with an awfully clumsy young major.”
“He sounds terrible.”
“We’ll see,” she replies, as the two of them begin to walk, side by side and accompanied by the rattling of twisted metal. “It’s at least two miles.”
#mota oc#oc: maureen byrd-caldwell#mota fic#gale cleven#mota#masters of the air oc#gale cleven x oc#the moodboard is not an accident#this is the very first domino#bob: fic
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#masters of the air#film#girlblog#lana del rey#girlblog aesthetic#aesthetic#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#moodboard#live laugh girlblog#lana is god#pink aesthetic#john egan#callum turner#bucky egan#buck#buck and bucky#austin butler#gale cleven#gale and John#mastersoftheair#apple tv#ww2
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just gonna leave these here 🫣
Ooooh, thanks for this! Is it Retreat inspo? If so I was thinking more Diahann Carroll glam city girl going to Montana vibes. Imagine Gale Cleven as a rugged cowboy/country-boy, ex-Major?
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Masters of the Air Masterlist 💨🌺🫧🤍
Masters of the Air:
Requests and asks are open :)
Updated 5/13/24
John Brady:
JB w/a girlfriend who gets turned on by his strict attitude
Fights with John Brady + Makeups
Brady with a handsy lady
Brady dating a woman on base
Brady with a woman easily turned on
Brady being involved in your hobbies
Jealous Brady
The Snow Stork
Car Sex With Brady
Domestic John Brady
John Brady & Serious Arguments
Brady Being Turned On by Angry S/O
How John Brady asks you to be his girl
Brady when his S/O gets injured
Brady and a religiously interested S/O
Gale Cleven:
Pregnancy and Domestic Headcanons with Gale
Kitchen Sex w/Gale
Being Gale's first
Domestic Gale Cleven
Bucky Egan:
Bucky coming home to you wearing his jacket
Bucky being involved in your hobbies
Bucky w/an anxious SO
Robert Rosenthal:
Rosie & Kisses/Affection
Rosie and a weekend away
Rosie and teasing
General MOTA Headcanons:
MOTA men + hobbies
Fics:
Mastermind: (Ongoing)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Fanfic Asks:
State of Grace (In the Plans) (Gracie):
Gracie Spaatz Moodboard
Mastermind—Ongoing (Ruth):
Ruth & a British Accent
Ruth and the Flak House
Ruth & her spiked holiday dessert
Ruth, Crosby, and Rosie blurbs
Ruth being a general menace to Rosie and the men
The Seven Sharpe Siblings
Abe Sharpe Moodboard
Ruth Background Asks
Ruth Moodboard
Something Something Blurb
Cruel Summer (Meg):
Christmas Headcanons of Bucky, Buck, Meg, and Marge
Meg Struggling With Being Home
Timeless (Kathryn):
Domestic Gale and Kath blurbs
Egan Sibling Blurbs
#mota#mota fanfic#masters of the air fanfic#mastersoftheair#oc originalfemalecharacters#ladies who brady#masters of the air x reader#masters of the air#masters of the air masterlist#masterlist#fanfic asks#asks
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HBOWAR Fandom Q/A
Tagged by: Thanks for the tag @sharkboyandlavalieb
Name / Alias: Jess or Jessie
Country: England
Which of the series have you seen - BOB, P, GK, MOTA:
All of them. Very excited for the rest of Masters of the Air
Use an emoji or ONE word to describe your favourite character in an hbowar miniseries:
BoB: ✂️
Pacific: 🐶
GenKill: 🎶
MOTA: ✉️
Ultimate ship (if any): I’ve gotta go for Winnix. They’re my original boys although Buck and Bucky are a close second.
Favourite fic: I can’t pick one so I’m gonna list a few
- ‘Epiphany’ series by @mads-nixon it’s a series between Lewis Nixon x Y/n and please get your tissues ready before reading it because Mads has broken me many times.
- ‘Come Away With Me’ by @malarkgirlypop. Kate knows i have a ridiculous obsession with Gene Roe and she fed that obsession.
- ‘This is for You’ by @malarkgirlypop because there is not enough Webster fics out there and this one absolutely made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
- ‘Change Partners’ by @ronsparky. We get Speirs dancing, what more could a girl want.
- ‘Doing Alright’ by @holdingforgeneralhugs. I love this fic so much and I’ve read it so many times. We love Lew and a cute dog.
- ‘You Matter Too’ by @softguarnere this is very fluffy, lovely Lipton fic. Another one that I’ve read multiple times.
There are so many fics that I love so I could list way more too 😂
What are some ways you interact in the fandom?:
I make fics and moodboards so I mainly interact with people through comments and reblogs through that. I also interact with others in their own comment sections of other users fics and art etc. And also through hbowar discord chats.
Favourite colour: Blue
Current favourite song: Does the Masters of the Air theme song count because that has been on loop 😂 I’m very obsessed with the ‘D-Day Darlings album at the moment and my favourite song is ‘Coming in on a Wing and a Prayer’
What would you say if I held up a can of peaches?:
It’s a can of peaches, Sir!
Complete this sentence: "Where the hell is __ company?!"
FOX COMPANY!
Other accounts or socials?:
This is my main account which was originally multifandom but let’s be honest it’s HBOwar now 😂
My only other account is my Top Gun account which I’m trying to be more active on @callsignspitfire
List one other fandom member (mutual or a follower you admire) for some appreciation:
@major-mads for being the best collab buddy and putting up with my ramblings about Gale Cleven. I can’t tell you home much our collab means to me Mads and I love our OCs so so much. I feel like they are canon at this point 😂 she’s the Bucky to my Buck
Tags: @major-mads @malarkgirlypop @georgieluz @ronsparky @samwinchesterslostshoe @liebgottsjumpwings @l13bg0tt @bucky32557038ww2 @hesbuckcompton-baby @iceman-kazansky @coco-bean-1218
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my moodboard for @avonne-writes latest fic in their mota highschool au Broken Things
I highly recommend reading this one! Heed the tag warnings though people just in case!
Listening to this song while making this and re-reading this made me shed a few tears 😭
#buck x bucky#clegan#buck x bucky au#clegan au#mota#mota hs au#mota highschool au#masters of the air#masters of the air au#mota fic#masters of the air fic#gale cleven#hs au#highschool au#john egan#john bucky egan#gale buck cleven#moodboard#mota moodboard#clegan moodboard#fic recs#korbs fic recs#Spotify
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time it took us to where the water was, that’s what the water gave me. and time goes quicker, between the two of us, but oh, my love, don't forsake me — take what the water gave me.
─── "𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞" 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞
john egan is a cecaelia (half man, half octopus) and gale cleven is the human who loves him.
— a collaboration w/ @wildbornsiren
#mota edit#clegan#bucky x buck#john egan x gale cleven#john bucky egan x gale buck cleven#antiquitea.pdf#moodboard#i'm nothing if not a monster fucker so my blorbos are likely to become monster fuckers as well#what the water gave me#cecaelia au
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Masterlist
Hello! My name is Avalon, I am a 19 year old art student from Holland with to much time on their hands and part of more fandoms then I can count ;)
Some things about me: I love to paint, draw and knit! I have a deep love for history, architecture and anything 40’s 50’s related!
This blog it my little getaway from the real world, I love sharing my stuff on here with people that love these characters with the same love and enthusiasm as I do and interacting with people and other amazing artist💜
In the little free time I have left from doing actual homework for art school, I like to draw characters from movies and shows that I love.
These include:
Band of brothers
Supernatural
Twin peaks
Rdr2
The last of us
And many more!
I am always open for requests, DM’s and messages!
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Band of Brothers fanfic:
Denouement: David Webster x Female OC
Band of brothers icons:
Alton more
Ronald Spiers
Chuck Grant
Eugene Roe
David Webster
Band of brothers moodboards:
Easy Ranch - Pat Christenson
Easy Ranch - Bill Guarnere
Skinny Sisk and Shifty Powers - Taylor Swift
Ronald Spiers x Nurse
Soft Spiers
Eugene Roe
Band of brothers fan art:
George Luz sketch
Lewis Nixon sketch
Liebgott sketch
Lewis Nixon x J.C Leyendecker
Ronald Spiers
Liebgott and Webster
Webster pencil drawing
Malarkey pencil drawing
Stupid pigeon meme (aka Spiedgon)
The Pacific
Eugene Sledge doodle
Eugene Sledge drawing
Masters of the air
Harry Crosby drawing
1917
Blake and Schofield drawing
Detroit: Become Human
Connor
Marcus
6 Characters fan art challenge
Week 1: Gale Cleven
My taglist: @ronsenthal @whollyjoly @next-autopsy @luckynumber4 @barbeygirl @dustyjumpwingz @xxluckystrike @heystovepipeboys @sweetxvanixlla @kafka-ohdear @footprintsinthesxnd @panzershrike-pretz @iceman-kazansky @bucky32557038ww2
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A masterlist for all fics and moodboards involving Diane Shelby, the oc daughter of my oc, Eva Smith, and Tommy Shelby from Peaky Blinders.
Divider by @saradika
Some works are rated MA and will say on their own post
Peaky Blinders
Solomons and Shelby masterlist (Diane ft. @raincoffeeandfandoms Allie Solomons)
Diane Elizabeth Shelby (moodboard)
World on Fire
Tie your heart to mine (tom bennett x diane)
With the punctuality of a headlong train (one shot series)
Masters of the Air
No has to know (Gale 'Buck' Cleven x Diane)
Di rhymes with Die (moodboard)
Doppelganger (Bill Veal x Diane ft Tommy Shelby x Eva Shelby)
No one but you (au to no one has to know where Buck and Diane do get together)
It's only a paper moon (John C. "Bucky" Egan x Diane)
Paper moons (moodboard)
Petting (slightly nsfw Bucky x Diane)
The question of age (mainly tommy and alfie with bucky x diane in the background)
Forbidden (moodboard for no one has to know)
No one but you part 2(epilogue for no one has to know
A worthy man (tommy shelby ft diane and gales wedding)
Too many beds (John Egan x Diane , slightly smuff)
The Pullet story (John Egan x Diane)
#diane shelby#peaky blinder fanfic#world on fire fanfiction#masters of the air fanfiction#tom bennett x oc#gale 'buck' cleven x oc#buck cleven x oc#allie solomons
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buckxbucky au idea #2:
Lone-wolf John Egan travels into a small town looking for a place to stay temporarily, the full moon only a few days away. Unbeknownst to him, the town is the territory of an established but discreet pack, led by a powerful alpha, the last of a rare bloodline of white wolves, Gale Cleven.
#feel free to use for inspiration#i'm meant to be on a break dammit#but im a sucker for werewolf au's#and stories#like i will ALWAYS create werewolf/wolf/shifter au's for any fandom#BUT I AM FREE#buck x bucky#bucky x buck#clegan#clegan au#buck x bucky au#bucky x buck au#mota#mota au#masters of the air#masters of the air au#werewolf bucky#werewolf buck#werewolf au#werewolf gale cleven#werewolf john egan#mota werewolf au#john bucky egan#gale buck cleven#john egan#gale cleven#my stuff#moodboard#fic ideas#au ideas
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