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Harry Crosby / Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal

More fics from Ao3 time!! Again, read the tags when you open them please✨

We rest amidst the mad tumult of war

Rosie slowly wandered down the stairs, following the sound of Frank Sinatra’s voice as he sang Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear To Tread) into one of the many sitting rooms. He wasn’t sure who he expected to see occupying the space, but it certainly wasn’t Harry Crosby.

or

A rewrite of Part 6 where Harry Crosby is sent to the Flak House with the crew of Rosie's Riveters.

The Truth about Love

Come to New York for spring break, Rosie said when he got the news of the separation. Harry had written to him, felt it was easier to express himself on paper, to slip the information into a postscript, half-hoping Rosie might miss the note entirely; but of course Rosie, the bigshot lawyer, had read the whole letter including the fine print and immediately picked up the phone. Spend some time, he said. See the sights. Clear your head.

An act of giving

“When’s the last time you dealt with things?”

Dealt with things? Harry gets the sense that Rosie isn’t posing a philosophical question. “What do you mean?”

Rosie directs a meaningful glance south of the belt that’s hanging open at Harry’s hips. A clear, high note rings in his ears. It feels a little like being hit with flak.

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or, Rosie's only looking out for Harry's best interests.

Homecoming

Harry watches as Rosie makes it back from getting shot down. Lots of feelings.

The war is over and we are beginning

Crosby chuckled lightly. “It’s a rosebush,” he said, the smile still lingering in his voice.

Rosie blinked, staring at the tangled mess with a mix of incredulousness and skepticism. “That’s a rosebush?” He squinted as if looking harder would somehow reveal hidden blooms, but all he saw were branches that were anything but delicate.

“Mhm,” Crosby confirmed with a soft hum. He tilted his head and gave a wry grin. “I was there the day it was planted, you know.” Crosby’s voice had shifted, now tinged with wistfulness and fatigue.

Out of the fog, you’re calling my name

It's been a month since Rosie was shot down for the second time and Crosby isn't okay. One phone call changes all of that.

Navigate me through the nightshade (a series)

Personally, some of the best fics in this tag

To Know You’re Happy

For the first time in a long time, Rosie hears Harry laugh.

The Silences We Share

It's snowing in Nuremberg, and Rosie's late getting home. Turns out, Harry's got some fears about the combination.

Internal Screaming via Dissertation

Sometimes, Harry can't even think quietly.

Hidden Letters

Maybe Harry should’ve told him. Maybe he should’ve told him how he felt about him. All those maybes surfaced, and Harry dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to quiet his mind. He had to voice his thoughts. He had to get them out somehow, but who should he tell them? No one would understand. No one realized the impact Rosie had on Harry and how desperately Harry needed him back.

or, rosie gets shot down, harry has to cope with it

A Post-War Love Story

Harry and Rosie, on the verge of the worst anniversary.

Next to you

Even though Rosie was exhausted down to his bones, sleep didn’t come easily to him. He kept tossing and turning, not knowing what to do. More often than he probably should, he glanced over to Harry’s bunk, hoping that–maybe–he had already woken up. But Rosie was disappointed every single time. Harry was still fast asleep, his body finally taking what was denied him for too long.

or, harry passed out after operation overlord started and rosie comes back to find him sleeping in his bunk

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Harry Crosby x Joseph “Bubbles” Payne fic rec list

A list of fics from Ao3 centered around Harry Crosby and Bobbles as the main characters. Please read the tags when you open them, there’s too many to list out here!

And maybe if I hold you now

“I mean, you weren’t supposed to read it unless I was gone," Crosby admitted.

“Unless you were gone?” Bubbles blurted incredulously, voice cracking as pent-up emotions from the last few hours unraveled in front of his best friend. “Croz, you were gone! For three hours you had the entire base convinced you were “gone”. For three hours you were dead. And when I was packing up your locker while looking for some form of closure I found a letter addressed to me. A letter, mind you, that delivered the worst news I have ever gotten in my entire life.”

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Bubbles found a letter with his name on it while packing Crosby's things after his aircraft failed to return from the mission to Bremen. Now that Crosby is back, Bubbles can't bring himself to pretend he never read it.

One Last Dance

Bubbles and Crosby got one last dance in before he went missing.

Oh baby, just leave the scent of your cologne

In which Crosby receives a Dear John letter and seeks comfort in a friend.

To Care for You

Waiting on the ground wasn't easy for Bubbles.

To be near if you beckon

During navigator training, Bubbles figures Harry out.

Hold on

What if the tree crash landing was a lot worse then it actually was.

A private celebration

Joey puts together a surprise for Harry as the war ends.

Sleepless Nights

Crosby starts hallucinating from lack of sleep.

Or is he?

Required Comfort

Bubbles gets a minor injury, and it turns out Harry's still not over the major one.

Waking Up

Harry has a nightmare; Joey comforts him.

The First Time

It's Harry first time bottoming. That's pretty much it.

The First Time (trust me it’s different than the last one)

Harry's overactive mind and Bubbles's careful handling to create their first time.

To Feel You

The first meeting and subsequent get together of two soft navigator fellas.

Staying Close

Harry's working late, so Bubbles comes to him.

Bubble’s Final Moments

Bubbles wasn't alone when he took his final breath.

But There are Two Beds??

I think this was a prompt for "I can't sleep if I'm not sharing a bed," but also, any chance to figure out how to obsolete a bed when there's more than one.

And when you hold me, how warm you are!

The kind of strange feeling he was left with after being touched so lovingly. To be held like he was the center of someone's universe and to be recognized in that way.

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