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England, 1935.
In the waning days of a sweltering summer, a thirteen-year-old Marge Spencer witnesses a chain of events that leads her to all the wrong conclusions. Compelled by her infatuation with the housekeeper’s son and her simmering resentment towards her stepbrother—the heir to the Egan estate—she chases after a scandal and, inadvertently, contributes to a crime, which lands one person in true peril, and plunges them all into the chaos and carnage of World War II.
Or, the Atonement AU.
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These days, the three of them are inseparable, and yet unlabeled. No need to slap a name on whatever they have. It’s better this way. Gale can rely on Marge to point out the obvious, and on John, to coax the inconceivable out of him, and push on the flexible boundaries of what Gale’s comfortable with. It’s a partnership of sorts. A curious one, with John and Marge at the helm, usually butting heads, and Gale placed squarely in the middle, submitting to their voracious tides. He does have a say in it all, but often finds no need to use his voice. Marge likes to plan and make suggestions, John likes to wind her up and be contrary, and Gale simply lets them squabble over who gets to have him first.
Most often than not, it ends up being a joint effort. Those are the moments Gale cherishes the most.
Or, Gale wears a skirt, and has a jolly good time.
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- Part 1 of Wildflower and Wild Horses
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One Ring to Bind Them by soliloquy_dawn, Solmussa for carlav_fanfics
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
28 Jun 2024
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“Why does it bother you so much? That I want to do it here?” Regulus asks when he’s wrestled his nerves back under control. Barty knows him well enough to read his tells that much at least.
Scoffing, Barty looks up into the clear blue skies. The day is irritatingly delightful, no cloud in sight, as if the whole of Scotland decided to reserve one of its five sunny days a year for Regulus’ idiotic proposal.
Well, nothing’s new then—the world has always rooted against him, and cheered James and Regulus on like it’s nobody’s business. It’s only natural that on Potter’s birthday they get the best bloody weather since they scrambled out of the deep gloom of winter.
“I just think it lacks fanfare.”
“It’s his birthday.” Regulus frowns again, a wrinkle splitting his freckled forehead. “We’re climbing the highest peak in all of the UK. I don’t know, it just—It seemed like a good idea.”
“Whatever you say, Reggie.”
Or, a ring, a mountain, and a fellowship on a quest. What could go wrong?
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Like a Mermaid, I Want to Eat You by soliloquy_dawn
Fandoms: Masters of the Air (TV 2024)
11 Jun 2024
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Gale goes slack against the blanket, spreads his legs wider, and arches his back. Asking the dream presence for more, and granting access—he’s carved open already, but he wants to show off, assure the presence that he’s willing. He gasps in surprise when it roots deeper inside him, spreads its imaginary fingers. The fluttering pleasure that perched on his bones kneads his stomach like a cat, and purrs in self-delighter approval. Sticky wetness gathers in his belly button. He’s itching all over, wants to reach out and wrap his hands around his cock, coax the shy but steady bloom of orgasm to the surface, but he can’t move his arms.
Wake up.
The words rattle inside his skull. The blanket under his cheek morphs colours—green, blue, then green again. The blades of grass lose their sharpness, mutating into a plush swipe of cloth against skin, threading between the gaps of his fingers.
Another lick of warmth, buried deep within. A wetness, warm to the touch, slides into the crevice between his thigh and the curve of his ass.
Or, one chapter, one kink.
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“Are you numb, Bucky?” asks Gale, with a tinge of sadness in his voice. “If you are, why won’t you just talk to me?”
“I can’t get the words out,” John admits weakly.
“So what, you want me to throw you about, force them out?”
A hook catches at his stomach and yanks, almost knocking him off his feet. Yes, that’s exactly what he needs. If they were back at base, or in flight school, he’d fall to his knees with a giddy smile and ask to suck cock, or to be stepped on, and Gale would laugh and oblige. But now, there’s something coiled deep inside him, an incessant need to be contrary, to get both him and Buck to feel. To feel human again.
“You can try, I guess,” he says eventually, his throat tight.
Gale goes stiff and rolls his shoulders. “You want another fight?”
“I wanna see if you still have it in you. Can you get me flat on my back? Or are you going to end up on yours?”
Or, dirty stalag fucking.
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All of my omegaverse fics in one place.
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To All the Things I've Lost on You by soliloquy_dawn
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
28 Jan 2024
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A collection of unrelated smutty one shots.
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James Cleven dies on an unassuming Saturday in late February. On a freezing Friday in March, Gale Cleven comes home.
He plans to stay for a week, get rid of the ranch his father left him, and get back to his life.
John Egan throws a wrench in things.
Bookmarked by soliloquy_dawn
24 Apr 2025
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There’s a lot of the in-between missing. Gale closes his eyes, thinking about being hooked to John’s side in the corner of a pub, listening to him talk about—with his hands splayed wide, around some invisible dame in his lap, far too sober, and Curt whistling, saying, “That poor mare,” in crude innuendo, because everyone knew that John—
“She laughed at me, Buck,” he says.
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13 Apr 2025
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“Marge takin’ good care of you, Buck?” he finally asks, lips barely moving.
“Yeah she really is, John. She looks out for me.”
John nods a little, stops when Gale tuts and rests a hand under his chin, featherlight restraint.
“She said you asked her if I’m takin’ good care of her too.”
“Yeah. Gotta make sure, you know?”
Gale hums, a sort of breathy ‘uh-huh’ through barely-parted lips as he carefully cleans the rewetted blood, swipes so gentle they don’t hurt even when he’s working right up next to John’s throbbing nose.
“You need someone to take care of you too, Bucky.”
“No point really,” John argues, definitely slurring now as everything catches up to him at once, adrenaline draining away to leave him nothing more than drunk and exhausted. “Not much here to care about. ‘S all back there.”
“That ain’t true.”
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John Egan has survived hell and returned to America after the war to find some promises have been kept, but most have been hollow. The one bright spot in his disappointing return to 'normal life' is his next door neighbor Gale Cleven and Gale's wife Marge, both of whom somehow still find John to be worth knowing, even after everything.
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09 Apr 2025
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(PODFIC) Marginalia by Spindrifters by Pigoletta for spindrifters
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
07 Apr 2024
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THIS IS A MARGINALIA PODFIC!!!!!
If you haven't already, please leave a kudos/and or a nice comment on the original fic by Spindrifters
"This story began a long time ago. That part is already written. Nothing can be done about it now. It began with two young men—barely more than boys—who upended the world, magical and mundane alike. Grindelwald and Dumbledore, glorious leaders of the revolution, who brought wizardkind out of hiding and into the light during those last, violent days of 1899"
(Summary by Spindrifters- as this is their fic)
Bookmarked by soliloquy_dawn
11 Mar 2025
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“Can I— can I just. Do this. Please.” Gale shudders a breath out, eyes falling shut where he presses his temple against the side of Bucky’s leg. Down here, he feels the pressure wrapped around his chest lighten up, the noise in his head drowning out and mulling flat, like his ears are full of water, like the tide is pressing him down and under. “Please.”
Bucky doesn’t move a hair. He doesn’t speak for a long time. “Yeah, Buck. Whatever you need.”
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pros·trate
lay oneself flat on the ground face downward, especially in reverence or submission.Bookmarked by soliloquy_dawn
11 Feb 2025