#carwood lipton x ronald speirs

[joenotexotic99]

Hi honey, I have to say I love your stuff. You write absolutely great. Could you do a headcannon on BoB and what type of love would you give them? I mean love at first sight, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, etc. I'd be happiest with Winters and Nixon and Speirs, but do what you will. Thank you.

A/n: here you go my love. When I finally re read the request I realized you might have wanted the pov's reversed but it was too late. Hopefully it's not too bad. I will happily switch it to reader pov if you wish.

Warnings:fluff

Masterlist

Richard winters

-friends to lovers. I don't think that this man thought of romance when he first met you. Attractive? Most definitely. However he had bigger things preoccupying his mind. Yet somehow at some point, you wiggled your way to being one of his best friends. Don't tell nix. Something about you practically scrambled his brain. He doesn't know when in the friendship he fell or if he fell in the very beginning. But when he realized just how much he loved you it was like he jumped off a cliff without a parachute. He knew right then and there you were it for him. He probably felt nervous telling you due to the fact that he never gave off the impression that he likes you. But let's just say the feelings were reciprocated.

"Dick, I have been flirting with you this whole time."

"Really??"

Lewis nixon

- love at first sight. This man took one look at you and said yes. He may not immediately start flirting with you out of respect, but he will damn well be tied to your finger. Will always open doors for you, and give you his coat when you're cold. So many acts of services. At one point you two were at a bar and some private made his way to your side to start a flirty conversation where he swears he got to hands'y. He knew that you were single but he was extremely jealous nonetheless. Eventually he had to leave to get some air. You followed shortly to catch up with him. You confronted him asking what has gotten into him as of late. He never wanted it to come out like this but it sort of just spilled out of him. He rambled on about his feelings before you cut him off with a kiss and a huge grin on your face.

"Shut up nix and take me on a date"

Ronald speirs

-Distance attraction, I don't know what to call it, this is the closest I can get. It just feels right. Basically, Speirs isn't quite love at first sight, he's the guy who needs to really get to know you to start building a relationship like that. However this man has a MASSIVE crush on you. But he's too prideful to say anything seeing how simping for someone isn't exactly in Ron's profile. He just admires you from a distance while simultaneously stuffing his emotions deep down. Much better in his book. Yet he still does his very best to be by your side at every moment possible even though he spends a lot of time trying not to think about how perfect you are. It's you who makes the first move. You obviously like him and you know he does too. It's obvious to everyone but no-one sais a single word. And before you can finish telling him if he wants to go out some time he's already agreeing.

"Yes"

"What?"

"You free Friday?"

Carwood lipton

-childhood friends to lovers. He was the boy next door. You two were friends from first grade through college. Sharing secrets, sleepovers, getting into mischief. Car started crushing on you when you two were teenagers. Said crush continued all the way until you two volunteer to join the paratroopers. War was hell but you seemed to make it just a little bit more manageable. His life in the war picked up significantly and he had a freight train worth of responsibility placed on his shoulders. Yet you never left his side. It wasn't until Austria that he confessed his feelings. He almost felt sick when he told you in fear of losing his best friend. It was short sweet at straight to the point. You were silent for what felt like an eternity. Lip almost took off in fear of rejection. He was stopped in his tracks by the sound of your laughter. He turned to hear you laughing with the biggest smile on your face.

"Clifford carwood Lipton, do you know how long I've been waiting for those words"

Joseph Leibgott

-Enemies to lovers. Your relationship started off Rocky. Your personality clashed and having a civilized conversation was seemingly impossible. Every time your paths crossed it was filled with banter, insults and tension. Sometimes it got to the point where someone needed to intervene. When you would walk into the same room that Joe would be in it's like the air seemed to thicken. The cold stares and passive aggressive comments. As the war progressed your comments never faulted but the tension you ask? It could be felt by an entire room. And all that hate seemed to not leave as bad as a taste in your mouth. Joe knew from the start that he hated and loved you. You know the type of enemies to lovers where it's like 'she's mine' and 'who did this to you?' It's giving that. He got so fed up with replacements trying to whisk you away so he simply grabbed you by the waist and kissed you.

"Don't lever leave with one of them alright sweetheart?"

"Wasn't planning on it"

[inglourious-imagines]

Band of Brothers Masterlist

George Luz:

Jokes on You

Forever Yours

We're Never Coming Back

Flirt and Blush

Lonely Lips

Aldbourne

Ronald Spiers:

Oh Captain, My Captain

Overprotective Captain

The Captain's Knife

Cuddly Mornings

Have Me

Together in Hell

Joe Liebgott:

Arrogant Lover

Legend

Hate Me, Love Me

Germans Brought Us Together

Lewis Nixon:

Poker Game

Beers, Tomatoes and Suspenders

Broken Hearts Lie All Around Me

A Bet Worth More Than 50 Bucks

The Only One

"I'm Out!"

Blame it on the Alcohol

Secret

Engaged - Part One, Part Two, Part Three (completed)

Get Drunk with Me

The Meaning of Vat69

"At Least Look at Me."

Carwood Lipton:

Sweet Lovin'

Soldier's Rescue

I Wish I Could Have Saved You - Part One, Part Two (completed)

How Are Those Nuts, Sarge?

Eugene Roe:

Forever

French Spy

Like I'm Gonna Lose You

Smile at Me

David Webster:

Sick With Love

Donald Malarkey:

Coming Back to You

Thank You For Your Loving

Cross

The Moment that Mattered

Floyd "Tab" Talbert:

Birthday

Edward "Babe" Heffron:

Light in Hell

Darrel "Shifty" Powers:

Golden Eyes and a Smile Made for War

Richard "Dick" Winters:

War Hero

Joe Toye:

Yes, Sir.

Denver "Bull" Randleman:

Market Garden

Warren "Skip" Muck:

Sandwiches

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Band of Brothers as Florence + The Machine songs

because i've done them as hozier songs (part 1 // part 2) and Florence is the love of my life

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Richard Winters - Dog Days Are Over

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father / Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers / Leave all your love and your longing behind / You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

Lewis Nixon - No Choir

But I must confess / I did it all for myself / I gathered you here to hide from some vast unnameable fear / But the loneliness never left me / I always took it with me / But I can put it down in the pleasure of your company

Ronald Speirs - Daffodil

I'm not bad, I'm not good / I drank every sky that I could / Made myself mythical, tried to be real / Saw the future in the face of a / Daffodil

Carwood Lipton - Free

Is this how it is? / Is this how it's always been? / To exist in the face of suffering and death / And somehow still keep singing? / Oh, like Christ up on a cross / Who died for us, who died for what? / Oh, don't you wanna call it off?

Eugene Roe - Wish That You Were Here

And I never minded being on my own / Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home / To be where you are / But even closer to you, you seem so very far

Harry Welsh - Patricia

I drink too much coffee and think of you often / In a city where reality has long been forgotten / And are you afraid? 'Cause I'm terrified / But you remind me that it's such a wonderful thing to love

Buck Compton - Third Eye

You don't have to be a ghost / Here amongst the living / You are flesh and blood / And you deserve to be loved / And you deserve what you are given / And oh, how much? / 'Cause there's a hole where your heart lies / And I can see it with my third eye

[land-sh]

Needed this in my life.

[brassknucklespeirs]

Band of Brothers x soulmate au

screw it, i'm doing a soulmate au x band of brothers series. if there is anything specific y'all want...let me know but already have the metaphorical lightbulb flashing above my head (thank you @softguarnere for my swimming thoughts, everyone go read her Webster soulmate au it's *chefs kiss*)

[bastognee]

pda headcannons: speirs + lipton

speirs

→ obviously he has his public image to maintain but that doesn’t mean he loves you any less

→ most likely only engages in pda if he’s jealous or really worried

→ 9/10 times it’s because he hears some of the guys trying to guess why you’re with him, due to all of the infamous stories

→ you’ll find his hand on the small of your back whenever he’s near you, sometimes with a little squeeze to your hip as he passes by

→ kisses in front of anyone are extremely rare

→ those are reserved for the very scarce moments that you two get alone

→ he’s a bit more comfortable with lip, nix, winters and harry, so they’re the ones subjected to the real speirs

→ dear lord does he love a good make out

→ he will sit you down and just go for it

→ they’re rare but you can just feel the pent up passion he’s dying to show you

lipton

→ if anyone in easy is trying to forget how much they miss their families, looking at the two of you will send them straight back to square one

→ always holding your hand or sneaking you little kisses

→ loves playing with your hair

→ cuddles up to you and let’s you trace the scar on his face (please kiss it, it makes him flustered)

→ ignores all the teasing from the men, and usually joins in if he notices you getting embarrassed

→ is always eager to give you the biggest kiss so the guys will just get jealous and stop their constant “ooh”-ing

→ will get a bit snarky if anyone intrudes on/interrupts his quiet time with you

→ so luz does it on purpose

→ lives vicariously through pda because it lets him imagine your life together outside of the war (his favourite pastime)

[maximoff-pan]

Follow up to my last post:

Okey so I’m definitely thinking of writing some band of brothers fics… Who would you guys like to see me write for first?

[carwood]

Hiiiii give my speirton playlist a listen if you’d like

[softguarnere]

would eat up anything with spears x a combat medic/nurse reader :)

Learn to be Lonely

Ron Speirs x reader

A/N: The way that I went feral upon seeing this request in my inbox. I immediately knew I had to commandeer it to add to my soft!Speirs agenda. Thank you for the request, Anon, and I hope you enjoy this! 💕

Warnings: sickness, mentions of war, the author probably confusing "lie" and "lay" (it is what it is; we're just going with it at this point)

Amidst all the chaos, it's the little pockets of peace like this that make you feel, just for a moment, like things could be almost normal again. Despite the fact that some of the Haguenau buildings that Easy has been quartered in have missing walls, are covered with a thin tissue of dust, and that the world perpetually looks as dull as an oncoming rain cloud, waking up before the men and sitting up at the kitchen table sipping on warm coffee provides a moment of what's as close to relaxation as you can get under the circumstances.

Eugene always arrives shortly after you sit down with your coffee. Neither of you talk much, but you're grateful for the company -- your thoughts become a little too loud if no one else is around, but something about your fellow medic provides a sense of comfort. Even when you do talk -- even when it has to be about the war you're both trying to forget for a moment, and the men, and how they're doing -- it's pleasant.

But this morning, something seems to be on Doc Roe's mind.

There's no denying that you're both observant; it just comes through in different ways. Whereas Eugene is quiet and enjoys people-watching, picking up on the men's little ticks and mannerisms, you're more outgoing, getting to know them and their thoughts and feelings on a personal level. It's what makes you work so well as a team -- you're able to compare notes and spot problems with them almost immediately. Which means that you can also spot problems with each other.

Eugene sits across the grimy kitchen table from you and takes a sip of the bitter coffee you brewed. His brow is furrowed, which wouldn't necessarily be unusual, but he keeps frowning into his coffee cup. Several times he opens his mouth slightly and draws a breath, like he's getting ready to say something, but then he stops himself and takes a sip of the coffee instead.

"Something wrong?" You finally ask.

His slender frame jerks as he looks up at you. He blinks. "Oh. No." He pauses. "I'm not sure."

You sip your coffee, waiting for him to continue.

His voice is quiet, like he's afraid someone might overhear him, and he looks almost puzzled when he admits, "I think that something might be wrong with Captain Speirs."

"Speirs? That's the last thing we need. First Lipton, now him . . ."

"Well, I'm not sure." Eugene frowns down at his coffee again. He shakes his head. "He's hard to read."

"That's an understatement."

"I noticed it last night, when most of the men were downstairs, joking around and playing cards. He stayed towards the edges of the room, and then I saw him slip out early and head upstairs. I assume he went to bed."

That in itself wouldn't be so unusual; Captain Speirs is a private person, and when Easy Company isn't in active combat, he's often more of a presence than a part of the group.

"I don't know," Eugene says again before you can point this out. "Something about him just seemed . . . different. Off, even."

"Maybe he was just tired," you suggest, even though you're not able to think of a single time during the whole war that you've seen the legend of a man anything other than alert.

"Yeah." Eugene agrees. "Maybe."

Voices approach the kitchen, and a second later, some of the men start shuffling in, roused and fortified by the smell of coffee -- however bad it may be.

"You checked on Lip yet?" You ask your fellow medic. And then your morning continues just like any other one.

--

Something is not right, you think to yourself as you watch Skinny and Liebgott march off in defeat, looking frustrated. It's the fifth time since that morning that someone has asked you if there's any chance that you know where Captain Speirs is. And, you have to wonder as you make your way towards the bedroom in the quiet corner of the house most of the company is quartered in, maybe no one has thought to do the obvious thing and check his room.

You pause just outside the door, unsure. You don't know Speirs particularly well. He's the Captain, yes, but he's more distant than other officers. Would he even want someone to check on him? Where others might see it as a gesture of concern and goodwill, someone like Speirs might see it as overstepping, you reason as snatches of rumors play in your memory.

No. You make up your mind -- you're a medic and it's your job to watch out for the health and wellbeing of these men. If he sees it as overstepping, then it's his problem. Your raise your fist and knock on the door before you can talk yourself out of it.

It's quiet, and slow, but from the other side of the door, you can just make out the sounds of movement. A moment later the door handle squeaks and a pair of dark, sunken eyes peers at you from the door's crack.

The door opens wider to reveal Captain Speirs, but not as you've ever known him. Whereas your Captain stands tall, alert, and ready to move at a moment notice, this man moves slowly, and keeps blinking, like he can't get his eyes to focus. Not to mention the shakiness in his hands as he opens the door.

"(Y/N)?" His voice sounds hoarse.

It takes you a minute to find your voice. "Captain Speirs, Sir. Are you okay?"

He blinks rapidly for a moment and then leans against the doorway. Even in the low lighting of the hall, his face glistens in a sheen of sweat. "(Y/N), I think . . . I think that something is wrong." He squints at you. "Aren't you cold?"

"No, Sir. Are you? You're sweating."

"Am I?" He sounds shocked, but his brow only furrows slightly.

"Captain, everyone has been looking for you all morning."

The Speirs that you know never would have been in a situation like this, you have to remind yourself, but if he had, he would have jumped into action the minute he realized something was wrong. But this Speirs doesn't seem fazed. Yes, you affirm, something is wrong.

Speirs shuts his eyes and draws in a deep breath -- or at least, as deep a breath as he can manage. You step forward and prod him with gentle hands, back into his room, back into bed. He doesn't protest.

"Sir, have you eaten anything today?" You ask as you cover him with a blanket. "Have you had anything to drink?"

He shakes his head. You had assumed as much. You're already planning a course of action for how to deal with this. Making sure that the Captain doesn't get dehydrated from isolating himself all morning is just another step in that plan.

"I'm sick, aren't I?" He asks when he sees you rummage through your medic kit for something to give him. Something in his voice is different than you've ever heard it. He doesn't sound defeated, exactly, but he sounds tired and . . . sad?

"I'm afraid so. You might have picked up Lipton's pneumonia. We'll have to figure out what this is so we can fight it."

Strong hands scrub themselves over his face as he sighs. "Hate bein' sick," he mutters.

You reach out and pat his shoulder -- without even thinking about it, just like you would for any of the other men -- as you assure him, "We're going to fix that."

--

What would you do without George Luz? you have to wonder. You've seen other men in Easy practically beg him for the chocolate bars and cigarettes being shipped in, only to be refused. But the second that you asked for an extra food ration and had only sent him a beaming smile when he asked why you needed it, he tossed one to you with a wink, and even gave you first dibs on some of the medicine that had arrived that morning. Being friends with the radioman in charge of supplies has it's perks.

Even though it takes a minute for him to pack some medical supplies into a box and asks you to take some to Doc Roe, you don't think much of it -- someone as private as Speirs probably isn't very keen to have you rushing back to play doctor in a space as personal as his room.

You're in such a good mood after seeing the shocked looks on the rest of the company's faces when Luz gives into you that you smile all the way to Lipton's room, where you know Eugene will be. You trade off some of the medicine Luz sent you with with a quiet "I found the Captain" before you head back.

You knock lightly on the door of Speirs' room before entering with the food ration and medicine, despite the fact that you know he's inside, and that he should be lying on the bed.

Should be.

He's sitting on the side of the bed, feet flat on the floor, hand on his knees and head bowed, looking fatigued.

"Captain?" You question.

"I thought --" he stops, swallows thickly. "-- I was going to look for someone."

"For who? Me?"

He nods. "I just . . . nevermind."

Well okay then. If it weren't for the fact that you were so worried about him, seeing him act so unlike himself might be a bit funny. Who would have thought that Ron Speirs, of all people, would be a person who would get loopy when sick? You would have imagined him to be someone who muscled through it.

Gently, you help him lie back down. You make sure he eats and you give him some medicine. You even give him gentle reassurances that he'll be better soon, just like the good medic that you are. But something stops you from leaving him and moving on to see if anyone else in the company needs looking after.

"Will you be okay, Sir?" You ask.

He shrugs. "Do I just stay here? And sleep through this?"

"That would probably be the most conducive to your recovery. No paperwork and overworking yourself like Sergeant Lipton."

You wouldn't be surprised if he protested, insisting that there are things to be done and that he's going to do them. Instead, he frowns.

"I'm quarantined in here by myself." Something about the way that he says it tugs at your heart strings. You're trying to decide if the sickness is causing him to act unlike himself or reveal something about who he really is when he says, "I hate being alone."

"Really?" There's no time to stop the surprise from slipping out. If he notices, he doesn't care. He only nods. "But everyone thinks that you prefer it."

Silence starts to settle over you like the dust that perpetually covers so much of the house's interior, but you decide to break it before you even really figure out why. "I could stay with you, Sir. If you would like."

He blinks up at you. "You would? You're not afraid of me like the others?"

He might as well have punched you in the gut, what with the way the sentiment lands. You're just as guilty as everyone else, thinking of Speirs as some sort of demigod who prefers solitude to human companionship.

But suddenly he's not that person anymore. He's not Speirs the Killer. He's not Speirs the Legend. He's Speirs the man. He's a man. And he's sick. And he's lonely.

And he seems like he really wants you to stay with him.

You perch on the edge of the bed and run your hand through his sweaty hair under the guise of checking his temperature. "Why would I be afraid of you?"

A hum of contentment escapes him as your fingers card his dark locks. His eyes flutter shut, but just before they can, he sighs, "Well, I'm glad you're not." And then he falls asleep before you can ask what he means by that.

It would be easy to leave. He's asleep and he wouldn't notice. There are other things you could be doing. But you said you would stay, and you have no intention of turning yourself into a liar.

Part of you wonders if he'll feel better when he wakes up, become embarrassed by what he admitted, and send you away. Something that you can't quite name stirs within you as you watch him sleep, and you find that you don't want that to happen.

However you two might feel about what has just happened is something you can deal with later. For now, you're content to just watch the legend -- no, the man -- look uncharacteristically peaceful while he sleeps.

[softly-writes]

hi :) are you working on anything rn?

Hi Sweet Anon! There's a small list..and given you came to my personal blog, which is a mess of multiple fandoms, I'm not sure which fandom you came from so I'll give you a run-down...

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒: @lieutenant-speirs ▸ Lᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ Pʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ (Lɪᴘᴛᴏɴ); 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Sɢᴛ. Mᴀʀᴛɪɴ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Cᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ (Pʀᴇᴠ��ᴇᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ); 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Sick Lipton, Caring Speirs (This idea) 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ▸ Malarkey Needs a Hug drabble (𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @liebgotts-lovergirl) 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ▸ Asks in general - 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋: @hitman-two ▸ Amazing Grace content (Doc Bryan x Grace) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Brad Smut (Requested twice!) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸Ray or Walt request 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Brad x Reader (Female Reporter) request 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍: [𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜]

[wexhappyxfew]

Landslide | Chapter 92 | Where The Enemy Once Stood

"There is no teacher but the enemy. No one but the enemy will tell you what the enemy is going to do. No one but the enemy will ever teach you how to destroy and conquer. Only the enemy shows you where you are weak."

- Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game

Natia spent more time than she wanted in the Eagles' Nest.

Sometimes, she just wanted to climb up to the top of the mountain and inhale some of the fresh mountain air and feel her muscles burn from the work it took to get up the mountain. Sometimes, it was because it was far quieter than down the mountain in the main area of Berchtesgaden and more often these days, she longed for some quietness. Sometimes, it was just because she wanted to stare at the mountains. Just sit and stare and listen to the wind blow overtop the mountains and down into the valley, hitting the trees and rustling their fresh summer leaves.

Today was because she was bored. Not that there wasn't plenty to do, but today, she had finished all the assignments Captain Speirs needed to have written up, some of the enlisted were already downing some bottles of wine and champagne they'd scrounged, and things for the most part were settled in.

Years ago, this would have bothered her. Being in a place such as this where the enemy once stood all alone with herself - of course, some of the officers were here and there were people in other rooms, but the great large room that served as the residential sitting room it seemed, remained in her occupancy. And she was all alone. She didn't mind being alone as much anymore.

[read the rest on AO3 + Wattpad]

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hellloooo!!! long time no see! and i’m updating a consistent week later woooo!!! vv excited personally bc it’s been a bit since that’s happened lol! :) natia’s story continues to toss and term and trickle its way to its ending and this last big chunk of chapters are all just very satisfying to see posted bc it’s an ending idea i’ve had in my for at least a year now so, it’s very rewarding to see these get published! if you ever have any questions about the fic or natia, im always open, but in any case, thank you to everyone that reads, i really do appreciate it so much! and once again, happy reading! :)

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[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Just Come Home - Ronald Speirs x OFC

When Valerie Harmon finds herself alone and stranded in France following the Nazi invasion, she is sure her future is lost. But when a chance encounter brings her closer to Easy Company and a certain Captain, her life begins to rebuild itself anew. 

Just Come Home is now on AO3! 

[certain-blue-eyes]

More Than Just Blood

(A/N)

This story is written for the HBO War Daily's Secret Santa and is a gift for you, @midnightjuly 😊 I hope you'll like it?! It's quite a bit different than I originally planned but you'll see...

Please keep in mind that I'm not a native speaker and I don't have a beta reader to go through the story. So please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Oh and - happy holidays y'all! Keep your blood clean and your teeth shiny and maybe you'll get your 'special kiss' too.

*wink, wink*

I'm just kidding. Have a great holiday. ⛄️🎄

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Further infos are:

show: Band of Brothers

pairing: Ronald Speirs/Carwood Lipton (Speirton)

prompt: Vampire AU

rating: Mature (for safety 😉)

word count: 1838

tags:  Vampire AU ; a different kind of love story ; Strangers to Lovers ; Friends to Lovers ; Friendship ; Love ; First Kiss ; Hugs ; Awkwardness ; Awkward Conversations ; Carwood bites Ron ; Carwood is a Vampire ; Vampire Bites ; Human/Vampire Relationship ; HBOWarSanta2022 ; Prompt Fic

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(Summary)

Ron is a young man who likes to walk the streets in the evening to enjoy the peace and quiet he can't find during the day. One evening he meets another man and they strike up a conversation. Their by chance encounter turns into deliberate meetings, and by their fourth time together at the latest, they both realize that they have been dating for a long time.

When Ron accompanies Carwood, the other man, home after their sixth date and cuts himself on the broken glass of the front door, Carwood shows a side of himself that Ron has never known before…

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(Story)

It was a pleasant evening and Ron strolled through the streets. He enjoyed this peace and quiet, during the day he could not find it. Too much stress at work and always some drama among friends and acquaintances. Now nobody wanted anything from him and he could think about everything or nothing in peace.

He didn't walk long distances, rather just through the streets in the neighborhood where his apartment was. Tonight he had planned to order something to eat, walk there and pick it up. He had done just that and was now on his way back. Just before he was about to turn onto his street, another man approached him from a doorway. Ron looked up briefly, really just wanting to somehow get past the man, but something stopped him. What it was, he couldn't tell. The other man smiled and nodded at him and Ron couldn't help but smile back.

"Hi," the man said.

"Hey," Ron replied.

When Ron arrived at his apartment a good two hours later, the food he had ordered and picked up was cold, but he had met a nice young man.

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The first time they decided to do something together, they went out for dinner. It was a nice evening. Relaxed, they sat at their table and told each other about themselves. They were actually the same age. Ron worked as a reporter for a newspaper, Carwood, the other man's name, worked as an insurance salesman. They both had intact families and a circle of decent friends.

The scheduled hour had turned into a full six hours. Ron and Carwood were kindly advised by the staff that the restaurant would now be closing. In good spirits and slightly tipsy, the two men left the restaurant and made their way back. They had figured out that they lived so close to each other the last time they met. Now they exchanged numbers and said goodbye with a smile and a wave. A second meeting would definitely take place.

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Their second meeting took place two weeks later. They had a dinner again, but this time at a different and very distinguished restaurant. They had both dressed up very nicely for it. Plain black suits they both wore. Ron had chosen a plain light blue shirt, which he knew went very well with his dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

Carwood, who had light brown hair and blue eyes, had opted for a light gray shirt. Again, they sat together longer than they intended, and again they said goodbye with a smile and a wave as they parted.

Back at home, Ron had wondered why he had actually dressed up specially, for today's meeting. It was just a coming together between two men who got along very well on a friendly level. Or not?

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Their third meeting, again two weeks later, was a meeting at the movies. Carwood had had reservations at first. But after some back and forth, he had decided that friends could also go to the movies. They had chosen one of the action movies and had gone out for dinner and drinks after the movie. They talked about the movie, about what they had experienced in the last few weeks and laughed about a very strange customer of Carwood.

It had been a fast food restaurant and nothing fancy, yet Carwood had felt like he was dining in a palace. When the cab dropped them off near their apartments and they said goodbye, it was different this time. They smiled at each other, but instead of just waving, Carwood opened his arms. It took a brief moment before Ron realized, but then he hugged Carwood. Somewhat awkwardly and slightly abashed, they disengaged from each other a moment later. Without another word, they walked to their apartments.

Once in his, Carwood immediately lay down after getting ready for bed. He didn't understand why he had become so restless over that short hug. Men could be seen hugging everywhere. Even just friends did it. Or not?

~~~

Their fourth meeting took place a week later. Considering that they had been writing to each other almost non-stop for the past few days, it was understandable why they were both very excited as the day of the meeting approached. They wouldn't admit it publicly, of course, but they felt like teenagers going on their first date. It was another restaurant meeting and as they waited for their orders, they cast furtive glances at each other. Ron cleared his throat as if to say something, but just at that moment the waitress came to the table with the plates. Ron remained silent and Carwood gave the waitress his attention. As soon as the waitress left, however, he looked at Ron. Ron was startled; he had been watching Carwood nonstop.

Carwood smiled and they began to eat. They didn't talk much, it was a strange atmosphere between them.

After they had eaten and the wine, red as blood, had lightened the mood a bit, Carwood cleared his throat.

"Ron, listen. It's really very nice to see you again, but I have a question."

"Mmm," was all Ron replied, yet he looked at Carwood intently.

"Sorry if this takes you by surprise now, but do you feel it too? This something between us? I really want to make sure we're both on the same page."

At first Ron looked at him motionlessly, then cleared his throat.

"No, Carwood, it's not just you. Yeah, I feel something, too. I just really don't know how to deal with it right now."

"Okay," Carwood said.

"You know, it's been a really long time since anyone's been this close to me. Can we leave it at this conversation for now?"

"Yes, of course," Carwood smiled. He raised his glass and toasted Ron. "Do we call it our first date then, though, or is that too much?"

"Carwood, this is not our first date."

~~~

Their fifth meeting had been unspectacular. Carwood had invited Ron to his home for the first time and they had had spaghetti with homemade tomato sauce. They had talked about all sorts of things, except for the topic of the last meeting, which Carwood had left out. So nothing special about this meeting - until the goodbyes came.

Ron had bent down to tie his shoes, but in coming up he lost his balance slightly and came unnaturally close to Carwood when he stood up straight again. Ron was a bit taller than Carwood and so he looked down at him. Carwood watched him, but made no move to take a step back. Ron raised his hand after just looking at Carwood for a moment and placed it against his cheek. Carwood arched slightly toward the hand. Ron took a shaky breath, then leaned forward a bit more and kissed Carwood. Carwood lifted his arms and put them around Ron's neck. He used them to pull him a little closer to himself.

It remained that one kiss, but when Ron turned around again at the stairs leading down, his heart was pounding. Later he would claim it was because of the light in the stairwell, but Carwood had an almost animalistic look in his eyes. Ron smiled at Carwood, but he did not return the smile. Somewhat confused, Ron left the house.

What he didn't know was that Carwood hadn't been able to smile back. When the latter had closed the apartment door behind him, he exhaled. As he opened his mouth to let more air into his body to calm it down, he felt that if he had smiled at Ron, he would not have been able to hold back his fangs.

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Their sixth meeting took place at Ron's apartment. It had been three weeks after their last personal contact. Carwood had been on a training course, for a whole week, and they were therefore excited that they would now spend an evening together again.

They both didn't live in the best neighborhood, but they didn't live in the worst either. Most of the time it was quiet, but sometimes teenagers were running riot. So it was now at Ron's house, while he had gone to the station to pick up Carwood. The glass of the front door was completely shattered and Ron was careful not to cut himself on it. It all worked out, but when he went to close the door behind him and reached for the doorknob without really looking, a shard of glass bored into his hand.

"Ahh, damn," Ron cursed, louder than he meant to. He immediately tried to pull the splinter out, but it only seemed to push further into his hand. "Oh great," he muttered in annoyance, and ran past Carwood up the stairs. "You coming with me now?" he asked his companion on the way up. Carwood nodded, though he knew Ron wouldn't see him again. Slowly, and though not yet having climbed a flight of stairs, also breathing more heavily, Carwood walked after Ron. Arriving upstairs at the apartment, the door was open and Carwood stepped inside. Ron was standing at the sink and seemed to have gotten the splinter out. However, his palm was still bleeding a little. He turned and saw Carwood slowly close the door and slide the latch forward.

"Car, what are you doing?" asked Ron incredulously, laughing shortly. "You think anyone else is going to break in here today?" Carwood stood next to him at the sink and Ron shook his head. When had Carwood gotten there? Something sharp hit him in the neck, but before Ron could think about it further, he felt dizzy and seemed to sink to the floor.

When Ron regained consciousness, he was lying on his bed and Carwood was sitting on his thighs. Still a little dazed and feeling like he had two needles in his throat, he looked at Carwood.

"Dude, what was that? Are you okay?" Ron wanted to raise his left hand to check his neck to see what was poking, but found that his wrists were pinned to the bed frame. "What the hell was happening now?" thought Ron, looking incredulously at Carwood. The same expression as he had had back then in his eyes, Carwood leaned down and whispered in Ron's ear.

"Oh, everything's fine with me, and it'll be fine with you very soon too." There was a slight hiss when he spoke, and Ron did tear his eyes open in a bit of panic now.

"Ey, I just cut myself. It was just a little blood. You don't have to make a horror act out of it here."

"It's not a horror act, my dear." Carwood brushed Ron's hair out of his forehead, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and straightened up. He smiled, and Ron could see the snow-white fangs.

"What-" Ron began tonelessly, but Carwood interrupted him. He gently stroked Ron's thumb over the still sore spot on his throat.

"That's a lot more. More than just blood..."

[mccall-muffin]

The things you don't know - Part 3 // Carwood Lipton x OC

Summary: How can one dance change everything? Well, Tori has to ask this herself, and as she becomes more aware of her feelings, something happens that wasn't supposed to happen...

Warnings: Language, Insecurities

Taglist: @liebgotts-lovergirl, @softguarnere, @lieutenant-speirs, @thecherry7

Lip looked at Tori in surprise. She stood in front of him, looked at him as well, and held her hand to him. Uncertainly, he stood up and took her hand to lead her to the dance floor. Her hand was warm in his, and Lip had to restrain himself from stroking her soft skin.

Lip took Tori's right hand and then put his other hand on her back to pull hercloser to him. There were already many couples dancing n the floor, which didn't bother Tori because they were less conspicuous that way. Which didn't matter anyway, because her friends from Easy Company were in the front row watching them anyway.

Lip begins to lead her and move them both to the beat of the music. Tori was surprised because it seemed Lip wasn't a bad dancer. No, in fact, he was perfect. "What?" Lip asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked up at him. "Huh?" "What are you thinking about?" he asked, looking down at Tori. "I uh... I just thought that you're a good dancer." "And that surprises you because?" Tori noticed herself blushing. "Well... I - I've never actually seen you dance before. I don't know why it surprises me."

Lip eyed Tori for a moment. He noticed a few freckles on her nose and cheeks, but something looked familiar. He couldn't put his finger on what it was, but it seemed like he'd seen those eyes before. "It always depends on the partner." Tori looked up and into Lip's eyes. She was trying to understand what exactly he meant by that.

He just looked back, and something happened between them in that moment. Tori couldn't tell what it was, but it flashed through her like a lightning bolt, causing her to pause in her movement. Where Lip touched her, her skin suddenly became hot. "The - the right partner?" she asked in a shaky voice. Lip seemed to consider for a moment. "Well, when you find the right partner, every dance just dances itself," he explained, and Tori was still looking at him. "That's what my mother used to tell me, and I believed her. I still do. When you find the right partner for life, everything works itself out."

Tori was surprised that she was sharing that exact feeling with him right now. That it was just easy and went by itself. Her feet seemed to move through the room on their own. Tori had never had this feeling until now.

"That's a very nice theory."

Again, the two looked at each other. In Tori's stomach, it was like a swarm of butterflies had been released. Lip smiled wryly, then nodded in agreement.

"Have you found your partner yet?" asked Tori, still nervous, mostly because she was kind of afraid of the answer. What if she now fell in love with this charming, handsome, courteous sergeant, and he ended up having a wife at home?

Tori noticed that Lip's movements slowed down, but he still looked at her intensely and seemed to lose himself in her eyes. Lip's face came closer and he pulled her a little closer to him. Would he kiss her now? "Maybe - maybe I h, and he pulled her closer began to beat faster.

"Okay, lovebirds, the dance is accepted," Malarkey then interfered, however, and put a hand on Tori's shoulder, as well as Lip's, and pushed them apart. Only now did Tori realize that the song had ended. She looked at Lip, slightly embarrassed, who pressed his lips together and looked at Malarkey before nodding. Then he looked at Tori again. "Thank you for the dance, Victoria. Here's to a next time," he said, then walked over to the others in the corner and sat down on the backmost chair.

Tori looked after him, slightly confused, but then her attention was drawn to Malarkey, who had put an arm around her shoulders. "Well, how about it, Vic? Do we dare to dance too?" He winked at her, and Tori had to laugh before she nodded.

Tori ended up dancing with some of her new friends, but with none of them, it was as easy and enjoyable as with Lip. The blonde also kept catching herself looking for the handsome sergeant with her gaze. Once or twice she even caught him looking at her as well.

"You like her," his good friend Walter Gordon snapped Lip out of his thoughts. He tore his gaze away from Tori and looked at Smokey, frowning. "What?" he asked, confused, but Smokey still grinned at him. "McNeil. You like her," the latter repeated himself and took a sip of his beer. "What makes you think that Smokey?" was all Lip asked, hoping he wasn't being too obvious.

Smokey raised his eyebrows and looked at Lip. "Seriously? Oh, Lip... You've never danced with a girl until now, and then she shows up. And I mean your dance, phew..." "That was her win in poker, I already told you that," Lip tried to justify himself. Smokey nodded with a grin. "Yeah, right... You looked like you loathed dancing with her. Just like your languorous looks in her direction since you've been sitting here."

Lip closed his eyes for a moment. "Hey, who cares if you like her? You see her every day. You couldn't have it better," Smokey lit a smoke. "I don't see it that way, Smoke. I see her every day, yes, but nothing should ever happen. You know the rule about fraternizing." "Ha!" exclaimed Smokey, pounding the table. "So you admit you like her." Lip rolled his eyes. Now he had given himself away. Smokey leaned across the table. "Lip... Look at her. She won't be alone for long. You know that as well as I do. I overheard Liebgott and Malarkey talking about it already. So, court her without courting her. You're smart. I'm sure you can work it out. And as for fraternizing... What the officers don't know, they don't have to learn."

Now Lip looked at his friend reprovingly. "I'm a sergeant, Smoke. My job is to make sure my people follow rules like this, not to break them myself." Smokey looked again briefly at Tori and then back at Lip. "I'm just saying that you need to be aware that if you don't act quickly, she'll be gone before you know it." He pointed his head in Tori's direction, and Lip looked at her as well. She was currently dancing with Liebgott, and the look the dark-haired man was giving her did not please Lip at all.

Over the next few weeks, Smokey's words became more apparent to Lip. Many men were flirting with Tori, though most were not entirely serious about it. But Lip was disturbed by every single one of these pictures. It pleased him, of course, that she wasn't so alone now and was making some friends among the men. Up front were Skinny, Liebgott and Alley. In addition, there was the soldier from Fox Company, of whom Lip knew by now that the two had known each other already from before.

What raised the most questions for him, however, was the fact that he kept finding her with Lieutenant Speirs from Baker Company. It was clear that the two did not want to be seen together, Lip realized immediately, and likewise he was immediately aware that there was a certain familiarity between them.

After a short research, Lip discovered that Speirs is also from Boston. The same place as Tori, which immediately led him to the conclusion that the two probably had a romantic relationship. What else would the familiar looks and little touches mean?

"Where are you with your thoughts, Lip?" asked Smokey as they stood in front of the barracks. "Huh?" asked Lip, looking up at his friend. "You're kind of far away. What are you thinking about?" Lip lowered his head. "Not that important," he waved it off. "Are you thinking about her again? Damn it, Lip; I told you to be quick if you wanted her." "It's not that simple, Smoke. And besides, by now, I think she already has someone."

Together, the two looked at the group around Tori, sitting on the steps outside her barracks, talking.

"I don't know, you think?" asked Smokey, lighting a smoke. Lip nodded slowly. "Something tells me McNeil already has a man in her life."

On the stairs, Tori just laughed at something Malarkey had said. "Well, guys, how about it? Are you guys ready for jump training?" she asked the group, and they all nodded. "It's definitely going to be interesting with our CO," Joe said, looking at all of us. "At least he's gotten a little off your back since you transferred to Medics, Vic," Alley added, and Vic smiled before looking at Skinny. "Yeah, but that's only because he doesn't have the opportunity anymore."

"Son of a fucking bitch!" cursed Tori as she tried to cut a bandage, but her scissors somehow weren't sharp enough, so there was more of a massacre than anything else.

"Nice vocabulary, sailor. Are you sure you wouldn't have been better off joining the Navy? With that mouth of yours, you'd have fit in just fine." Gene laughed beside her, looking over her shoulder. "You definitely need a new pair of scissors; it won't work that way."

"Um, guys?" the two heard a voice from the doorway. When Gene and Tori looked up, Skinny was standing at the door. At first glance, they couldn't see anything, but then Tori saw that Skinny's entire sleeve was bleeding.

"Jesus, Skinny. What happened to you?" she asked, pointing to the cot they had set up in the medical center. Gene, too, saw Skinny's arm now and motioned for him to take off his jacket.

"Well then, here you have your first living test subject, " Gene said, pointing to their instruments. "What?" asked Tori uncertainly. "Fix him up. You can do this, Victoria. You need to get used to patching up people you know." Tori took a deep breath, then looked at Skinny, whose lips pressed together. A long cut was emblazoned on his forearm, bleeding slightly.

Tori took a deep breath before bringing disinfectant and bandages over to Skinny. Of course, Gene looked closely over her shoulder to help if needed.

"So, what happened?" she asked her friend. Skinny raised her eyebrows and looked at Tori, slightly embarrassed. "Well... We had to crawl through a field of mud and guts today. This was covered with barbed wire, and I got stuck," he explained, and Tori smirked slightly.

Then she set about cleaning the wound and disinfecting it. Skinny watched Tori closely as she did so. He studied her face, which was not too far from his, her light freckles spreading on her nose, the long eyelashes and the full lips. Then he breathed in her scent. The scent of a fresh flower meadow and her smell was breathtaking.

When Skinny looked up, he noticed that Doc Roe was watching him. The latter raised an eyebrow and smirked as he gave Skinny a knowing look. Skinny's face immediately turned red as a tomato, and he hoped Tori didn't notice. Of course, Gene could interpret the soldier's look right away, for he possessed an excellent knowledge of human nature and that Sisk felt a bit more than friendship for the female Medic was as clear as day to him.

Unfortunately, he could not say the same about his female colleague. Gene was quieter and good at observing and reading other people. Thus, he did not miss the looks Tori gave her sergeant when she thought no one noticed.

Now Gene felt sorry for Sisk. The poor sap. Hopefully, he got over the fact that she only thought of him as a friend and nothing more.

"There, done," Tori said with satisfaction as she looked at her handiwork. Gene looked over it briefly, too, and gave her a satisfied look. "That's good. Seems you're a natural," Gene said, and Tori grinned. "And you just realize that now?" she asked, amused.

Then she turned to Skinny. "Well then, you're good to go, Skinny." Skinny smiled at her slightly shyly. "Thanks, Vic," he thanked her, then looked uncertainly at Doc for a moment. "Um, Vic? I was wondering - would you like to see the movie tonight?" he asked, and Tori looked at him briefly. "Movie?" "They're showing this movie tonight with Katharine Hepburn."

Tori thought for a moment. "Um, yeah, sure, why not?" she said with a smile and Skinny's face brightened. "Are you coming too?" she asked, turning to Gene. Gene bit his lips awkwardly, knowing full well that Sisk had actually wanted to invite Tori alone.

"Um, I... Not today. You guys just enjoy the movie," he stammered, somehow trying to help Sisk, who looked at him gratefully.

"Well then," Tori said, smiling at Skinny. "I guess it's just the two of us, then." Skinny nodded with a smile before leaving the medical station.

As Tori walked toward her barracks after her shift, someone hissed at her from behind a corner. She looked around and immediately spotted Ron, who motioned with his head for her to follow.

She looked around briefly and then followed her brother.

He led her to a corner of the camp where no one saw her and then turned to her before giving her a quick hug. "How are you, Tori?" he asked, and she smiled at him. "Oh, all good. I'm mostly away from Sobel, so..." Ron nodded, then looked down at his feet.

"What's wrong?" asked Tori of her brother, concerned. "Two things," he began, "One, I got transferred. To Dog Company." "What, that means - that means we're now in the same..." "Battalion, yes. Which means we have to be more careful, okay? If Sink catches on, you or I will be gone very quickly. And unfortunately, I strongly suspect it's you."

"It's a wonder you don't tell him directly then," Tori muttered under her breath, which made Ron roll his eyes. "Come on, that's not fair. I've come to terms with the fact that you're here now, and I'm sticking to that. Besides, I've seen your progress, and I must admit you've really got it, kid." Tori laughed, slightly annoyed, slightly grateful.

"And the second?"

Now Ron bit his lips. "Dad knows." "What?" she exclaimed. "He knows you're here." "What, why? How?" asked Tori, getting nervous. Ron might have come to terms with the fact that she was here, but her father? "Mother was blabbing. Don't worry; I've calmed him down for now, but you'll be in for something when you get home." "Fuck!"

Ron took her hand in his and squeezed it. "Don't worry, I'll try to take some of his anger away," Ron said, and just as he was about to continue speaking, a person came around the corner and faltered at sight.

It was Lip. And what he saw was Tori, along with the lieutenant new from Dog Company, standing together in a dark hallway and him holding her hand. Panic spread through Tori.

Lip said nothing but stared at the two of them for a moment before turning and walking away. "Sorry, I have to..." said Tori quickly, and Ron nodded. "Go!"

As quickly as she could, she followed her sergeant. "Lip!" she called after him. He paused in his movement and then slowly turned to face her. "Yeah?" he asked, eyeing Tori briefly. "That thing you just saw-" she began, but he shook his head and immediately interrupted her. "Don't worry; I'm not going to report it. I-it's none of my business what you do on your own time."

"No, wait, it's not like that. Ron and I, we're not together. He's-" she was about to say when Sobel approached her. "Sergeant Lipton, Corporal McNeil," he roared, and the two immediately stood at attention. "Sir," Lipton said quickly.

"What are you two doing here?" he asked, looking sceptically back and forth between Lip and Tori. "I was just on my daily walk-through to see if everything was up to code, sir," Lipton said, and Sobel's gaze fell on Tori. "And what's your excuse, Corporal?" Tori swallowed and became nervous. "I uh-" she stammered. "You what?" immediately echoed Sobel, but then Lip cleared his throat. "The corporal accompanied me, sir; you see more with four eyes."

Surprised, Tori looked at Lip. Sobel eyed Lip and ground his jaw, clearly not satisfied that he couldn't hand out punishment.

"Now then. Sergeant Lipton, report to First Sergeant Evans immediately with the report." Lipton saluted Sobel before hurrying away. Sobel's gaze fell on Tori again. He looked at her for a moment, but Tori could not interpret his gaze, which now travelled all over her body. Tori grew more and more uncomfortable the longer she stood there.

"Dismissed, Corporal," Sobel said, and Tori was rarely in her barracks as quickly as she was now.

[brassknucklespeirs]

Anyone written any Band of Brothers “I’m a hard dude but I’ll be so very gentle for her” kinda of stuff recently? I’m in desperate need of fictional comfort

[lieutenant-speirs]

Just Hold Him (Lipton x Speirs)

Title: Just Hold Him (Part 1 of 2) - (Part 2 here) Ship: Lipton x Speirs Summary: When snow reminds Lipton of what he's lost, what he's witnessed... Grief pierced him through the heart with an icicle shard. Themes: Grief, Hurt-Comfort Author Note: Since when has there been a character limit on tumblr? I gotta post this in two parts now. What the sobel crap is this!?

Since being back from the war, Lipton kept himself busy. Helping his Mom out with the Boarding House, getting his own apartment closer to the college that he had been accepted into to finish his education, school work… and when he had free time, he always found something to do. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. If he stopped…he started thinking…and he just couldn’t sit around and mope. Had to keep himself busy and distracted. Perhaps the Sergeant – or Lieutenant, rather – in him, also made him feel like he should be doing something useful. People tend to bring the war home…and Lipton certainly did that. Perhaps not in the means of trauma and PTSD… but things that were drilled into him either during Bootcamp, Training, being a soldier in general... Things such as how he makes the bed…and it gets done every morning. No excuses. How he folds his socks. Even waking up 10 minutes before 6am. Granted he didn’t have to haul his ass out of bed, but he still wakes up like his body clock is still in Toccoa. These wintry months were slightly different… Ron was on leave for a few weeks, therefore he was home. Which meant those early mornings weren’t spent alone, in bed. It was almost humorous the first morning… Lipton was excited to wake up and be the first to look over at Ron, sleeping. Only for his hazel eyes to meet another set of hazel eyes. “Oh. Hi.” Speirs couldn’t help the little sleepy laugh that crept out at Lipton’s disappointed response. Lipton’s eyes quickly danced over Ron’s softly laughing features, drinking in that beautiful sight. If it’s one thing he loves about Ron…it’s when he smiles. “You sound disappointed to see me, Carwood.” “No..Not at all.” Lipton turned the rest of his body around so he was fully facing Ron. He pressed his semi-hardened erection against Ron, causing the brunette’s brows to shoot up, smile turning into a small smirk, hazel eyes softening into a mixed gaze of lustful mischievousness and just general love for Lipton. “Definitely not at all.” Lipton muttered as his neck craned up to press a kiss on the corner of Ron’s lips, only for Ron to catch his lips and pull him into a deeper kiss…. This is what Lipton should be thinking about when he stopped moving, stopped finding ways to distract himself… But no… He had just finished putting a few products away that he was using to fix some squeaking hinges, when he walked out into the open living area and just stared out the window. The bright light of…white… caught his attention. And he found himself staring at the snow-fall. It’s been, what? Almost two years? But the snow has a tendency to pull him right back. The snow will never match the coldness of what they felt in Bastogne, but the same white residue can bring back a flood of memories. The sound of shells going off, shells dropping and exploding the trees, grounds, foxholes… The sound of Luz’s voice in his ear screaming to be heard that Muck and Penkala got hit. Ron had just turned the corner to make a start on dinner when he stopped and watched the man he loves just stare off. Something Lipton doesn’t do. Immediately, the odd behavior was something Ron picked up on. He followed Lipton’s gaze and could only see nothing but snow and – snow. Ron was smart. Observant. Particularly with Lipton. “Carwood?” He gently called out, not making any movement to avoid startling the man. But he got no response. Dark hazel eyes looked around quickly for an answer on how to deal with this situation… this was more Lipton’s department than it was Rons… but Lipton was the one needing the softer approach… “Carwood…?” Speirs started again…this time carefully stepping closer. A mistake, perhaps, in keeping his footfalls on the quieter side as he cautiously walked up to the man who was staring off. The haunted look of war physically evident over his features.