#WW2 fanfic

[loonylupin2]

So I made a 13 Chapter Fanfiction about Private Gripweed and Major McCartney!!!

I write in a style similar to older literature (my favorite books are the great Gatsby and Peter Pan) though I try to make my dialogue and realistic and gut wrenching as possible :) 

There are a lot of references to old actors and films as well as internalized homophobia and of course ✨TRUAMA✨

Be warned there is major character death

(The end of Chapter six has NSFW though it copies 1920′s erotica but still)

Everyone on my Twitter adored it so I though I’d share it with you

You don’t have to be a Beatles fan or familiar with these films to read 

It’s entirely a story on its own ❤️

AUF WIEDERSEH’N MY LOVES 

[wcters]

𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗘 (𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨)

pairing: joe liebgott x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k+

summary: four times you question what you two are and the one time you finally figure it out

warnings/notes: established relationships, angst (were dealing with war), kissing, pda, some drug use (cigarettes), alcohol, swearing, weapons, violence | no disrespect to the actual veterans or any of the situations described and written here, this is based on the series and the character of joe liebgott. somewhat ib @softguarnere (if you would like me to change it/take it down i will. it’s not really similar but still). if anyone has any tips for writing for band of brothers, please let me know! longest imagine written so far, and a dedication to my boys skip and penkala

You never knew home could be a person . . . until you joined the army and were surrounded by it, by many different people, and the one person you trusted most ━━ Joseph Liebgott. It was unexpected. To outsiders, they wouldn’t even think you two would speak ━━ let alone be friends. Yes, both of you are different in many ways, but you’re also the same in many ways. Skip Muck, one of your other close friends in Easy Company, joked that part of your souls were intertwined and you two would eventually fall in love. In the beginning, you would laugh it off. But you soon realized how true that was.

1. 1942, TOCCOA, GEORGIA

The army was ruthless. You knew that it would be when you joined Easy Company a couple months earlier, but you didn’t expect it to be this bad . . . only because of a certain officer named Sobel. You swear he had it out for all of you, and lots of the men hadn’t done anything bad ━━ that you knew of. Most of the time your weekend passes were revoked for little things such as some dirt on your gun and a stray string (that wasn’t actually there, you checked multiple times), but this weeked you and Joe were lucky to still have yours. You don’t even know how you both managed that, let alone him.

You two were walking hand in hand down the dimly lit street. You were quietly humming a song as you looked at the various stores as you made your way to one of the bars your group frequented. A few other army guys could be seen walking with each other or a local girl hanging on their arm. On any other night you would’ve looked like any other soldier in the soft lights, but you had switched out your uniform for a dress you had hidden in your barracks. You had thought ‘why not? It’ll probably be the last time I get a chance to wear it’ and threw it on with some heels you borrowed from a girl you knew in town with a promise to return them.

The quietness of the street got smaller and smaller as you made you got closer to the bar. “Crowded tonight, huh?” The man beside spoke out loud, swinging your clasped hands. “I think to us it does, but to them it doesn’t.” You joked while letting out a chuckle. Joe did too before grabbing the door of the bar and opening it for you. You mumbled a “thank you” while music filled your ears. “I’ll find us a seat, you get us drinks.” You told Joe as he nodded and you went to search for a booth.

It wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be, and soon enough you and Joe were chatting and laughing while couples danced around you. Joe looked around as you sipped your beer before he got up out of the booth and lent out a hand to you. “Would you like to dance?” He smiled. You laughed before looking around. “Why not?” You agreed and got up, making your way to the dance floor as a slow song began to play.

While leaned your head on his chest as you danced with couples around you, you couldn’t help but wonder what you two were.

2. 1943, BROOKLYN NAVAL SHIPYARD, NEW YORK

The heat of the boat taking you to England was suffocating with all of the soldiers packed in it, but Joe managed to have an arm around you waist while you two were playing cards with Muck and Bill. You were just an observer, butting out after the third game and got lost every one.

“Jesus Bill! You must be cheating!” Joe yelled as the brunette man placed another card down, Muck agreeing sourly. You laughed at that while stealing the cigarette out of Joe’s mouth and taking a hit. “You’re just sorry losers.” Bill laughed at their faces. “You don’t get to laugh y/n, you quit because you kept losing.” Skip pointed at you as he saw your face. “At least I accepted defeat, asshole.” You could feel the small laugh that came out of Joe’s chest and imagined the smirk that was on his face. “She got you there, Skip.”

They continued playing for a little while, you and Joe taking turns smoking until Bill won again and Skip slammed his cards down onto the cot. “Calm down.” You told him, soft smile on your face. “I am calm, it’s just Bill keeps winning and it’s fucking hot in here,” the man gestured to the people around you,” I don’t know how you two are that close. I swear I’m going to die of overheating and you two are practically cuddling.” You made a face to your friend while Joe laughed and made a comment that you couldn’t hear.

You and Joe were really close, you basically almost on his lap at this point, but you had a reason. The boat was packed, not being much room to move around. You didn’t want to climb up all the way onto your cot, and you wanted to keep talking with your friends. Plus, you and him had to be close ━━ you were sharing a cigarette. “We’re sharing a cigarette.” You shrugged, grabbing the object out of his mouth as he yelled a “hey” as you took it. Skip gave you a look as if to say “that’s bullshit” and got up, going to find Penkala. You looked over to Bill and he looked down at his cards, smirk on his face.

You had a reason to be that close . . . right? Or was it something different?

3. 1944, NORMANDY, FRANCE

The gravel crunched underneath your boots. You had just landed somewhere in Normandy ━━ you weren’t sure, you had missed your DZ ━━ and were now on the lookout to hopefully find Easy Company and not some German looking to end your life. That’s why you had you gun aimed into the distance. Every little breeze that shook the branches had yoy freezing up and darting you eyes, only to figure out it was the wind or some rabbit that looked as scared as you. It made you feel a little less alone.

When another bush shook, this time a little longer than usual, you crouched instead of just freezing up, gun still trained to where the sound was coming from. You waited before slowly moving forward, trying to minimize the sound of the road beneath you. You saw the bottom of a pair of boots and it seemed you were both waiting for the other to speak first. That decision was chosen for you.

“Flash.” “Thunder.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you heard that and then saw the multiple pairs of boots. “Y/n?” Someone called out within the group. You squinted trying to see who it was. “Bill!” You exclaimed in surprise before recognizing the few other people with him: Marlarkey, Wynn, Toye, Lipton, some people from the 82nd Airborne, and Hall, a man not from your company but you recognized him from Able Company. You quietly said your greetings before continuing on your way to try and find your rallying point.

After finding and following a set a train tracks, a situation happened where Bill shot before Winter’s Command, you reprimanding him again and jokingly pushing his head as he called you a “stupid mick” which you laughed at. Now the group was on the road to the rallying point. The whole time you had been thinking about Joe. God, you wished he was still alive. You didn’t know what you were going to do if he wasn’t. When you eventually got to the farm, you heard a familiar voice. You stopped as you saw each other before you began to run and give him a hug.

You could hear the mumblings of the other soldiers, but at that moment, you didn’t care. When you pulled away you grabbed his face. “Joeseph Liebgott, I would’ve killed you if you died.” You laughed with tears in your eyes as you checked him for and scratches and scars. “I wouldn’t dream of it doll.” He laughed too before pulling you back in.

You decided at that moment in time that it didn’t care what you two were, as long as you had him, you didn’t care. As long as you knew he was okay.

4. 1944, ARDENNES FOREST, BELGIUM

All you could see was white: the sky, the ground, even the trees that surrounded you, that partly acted as a wall. You were sick of it. You think you would feel this way for the rest of your life ━━ the look and feel of the freezing chill of the snow and forest. Maybe you would move to somewhere warmer, somewhere where it doesn’t snow and the lowest it would get would be 59 degrees Fahrenheit.

Imagining what you would do in the future always helped you get somewhat through the hard times, though a person was the one thing that was a blanket to you. He had told you he left to talk to Lipton, but he hadn’t been back for awhile.

As if the world hated you having a small moment of what little peace you could have, a light broke through the white sky. A yell of “incoming!” from someone near you, either Skip or Penkala, caused you to sink further into your foxhole, well what you could, and cover your ears as the bombing started. When you heard yelling with words like “c’mon!” and “hurry!” you looked up to see Skip and Penkala yelling out to Luz who was out in the open. “Luz!” You yelled to him, “get over here! It’s closer!” He followed your voice and jumped in, but as soon as you both turned around you saw Skip and Penkala get hit with a shell. You knew they didn’t make it.

It was over as soon as it happened, but you were so distracted with what had happened that you didn’t feel the burning on your side until George had asked you if you were okay. You groaned when you first felt the searing pain and lifted up your coat to see the blood soaking it. “Oh, shit. Medic!” You had been with a piece of flying shrapnel from the shell that hit the two. You didn’t have time to register how one of your best friends were killed before Doc Roe was at your side with Luz holding you so you wouldn’t move too much. “Christ, y/n.” Gene mumbled as he got a look at it before grabbing a bandage and wrapping it the best he could.

You were frozen now ━━ not from the cold, or the wound on your side that would cause you to get taken off, you were frozen with the realization of what just happened. You wanted to cry, scream, do anything, but you just . . . couldn’t. Everything around you was fuzzy and you didn’t register that the shelling stopped and you were being taken out until you saw Joe. Then, tears managed to fall and you started to sob. He was mumbling about how you were going to be okay and everything was fine as he followed you to the Jeep.

When you felt the rumble of the Jeep engine, you grabbed Joe’s hand as tight as you could. “I love you, you shithead.” You laughed as you told him. You didn’t know whether you would see him again, and you wanted him to know how you truly felt about him, and how much he ment to you. He froze for a second before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you too. I’ll kill you if you die.”

You laughed one more time as the image of him started to get smaller and smaller as he let go of your hand, slapped the Jeep, and it started to move. You tried to memorize what you could see: his shadow, the way he stands . . . him. You closed your eyes and felt a tear make its way down your face, settling in with the other dry ones.

+1. 1945, BAVARIA, AUSTRIA

The almost-healed wound on your side was a reminder of what you’ve been through, and what you’d missed. You’d been stuck in the hospital since mid December. You attempted to go AWOL multiple times, but you had failed every time.

Your shrapnel scar had ended being worse than Doc Roe thought and you had to be transported to surgery. When you woke up and heard what happened, you immediately wanted to go back and find your company . . . and Joe. You knew you left on a weird note, and wanted to figure it out. That was looming on your mind, along with the grief you finally had time to face. Not really face, more like confront. It was one of the only things you thought about while in there. You hadn’t fully come to terms with it, but you had made some progress.

You had thought about how George was doing, and especially Malarkey. He was Skip and Penkala’s best friend ━━ you were a close second. Bastogne was a horrible place in itself, but having to deal with that while there, to you, was a death wish. You were worried for everyone, the people you left behind.

You had just gotten to Bavaria when you saw Colonel Sink, and he saw you. As one of the very few women in the army, you could say he had a soft spot for you (though you would never say it to his face). You had been told a very uninformative idea of where the airborne was located, but you had been wandering since you got dropped off.

“Sergeant y/n, is that you?” Sink had called out to you as the car stopped. You saluted before you replied with a “yes sir.” “You lookin’ for Easy soldier?” You answered with a yes and conversed for a little bit ━━ mostly about your time in the hospital and what you missed ━━ before he invited you into the Jeep to get a ride up the mountain that looked over you.

That’s where you were know as you made your way up the hill, the familiar rumble of the Jeep underneath you. You couldn’t deny the feeling of excitement and happiness in your stomach as you got closer. You soon heard voices over the engine and on the horizon silhouettes appeared. When the car stopped, you gave a quick thank you, saluted, and made your way to where some of Easy was sitting.

“Having fun without me?” You asked out loud as people turned to you. There were calls of excitement as they saw you and people made their way to greet you, but one of the faces you were looking for was Joe. You eventually saw him getting up from sitting in front of a wheel and you both made eye contact before people split and let there be a clear path to him. You didn’t have to say anything to let him know you were running towards him before jumping on him and giving him a hug. He held you right, as if you were going to leave again, and spinned you around as you both laughed.

He was still holding you, arms around your waist, but had let your feet touch the floor. “Hi.” You smiled. “Hey doll.” Those were the only things said before you lips crashed together and there were cheers from your friends around you. When you parted, your foreheads fell against each other. “I was so worried, I was afraid you weren’t going to come back.” He admitted. “You can’t get rid of me that easy Joe.” You joked before kissing him quickly again and then went on a mission to find Malarkey.

He was leaning against the side of a car, cigarette in his hand. You gave him a tight hug, saying everything you needed to but couldn’t, before parting. You sat and talked while Joe kept a close eye on you.

“Skip was right, y’know.” Malarkey said as he let out some smoke. “What do you mean?” You asked, looking at everyone and the view. “About you and Joe. How your souls are intertwined. I always laughed at it but seeing you two now, he was right.” You blushed and looked down before your eyes met Joe’s and he winked at you.

“I guess so. But hey, never doubt Skip. He always said that. Guess this is a nice payback.” “Guess so.”

You never thought a person could be home, but as you walk in front of the fireplace, your baby girl in your arms, you realize that it could be ━━ that it is. And you are ever so thankful you figured out what you two were.

[rox-fanfics]

There is something so inherently funny about the fact that I know more about ww2 than my step-mom who is in the military because I researched it for days to write accurate Stucky fanfics

[ghost-in-fools-garments]

[indigo-graves]

Warmth | Eugene Roe

When the curtains were no longer able to block out the sun, there was a shift beside Roe, which caused him to stir. There was a moment where he found himself struggling to orient himself to the room. It had been all too easy to forget he was in a bedroom, under warm linens, and not in the snow-dusted forest of Bastogne. A warmth he never would quite be able to replicate radiated from beside him, something he had an even harder time orienting himself to. Even more recent than their arrival at the Eagle’s Nest, was the bedfellow he had found once they got there. 

Gene turned, inhaling her scent. The soap had found in that bathroom was lovely, of course, but he found himself dizzy with desire when he leaned closer, his head tilted to inhale the spot where her hair lingered on her neck. He took a deep breath in, taking in the soft, sweet natural scent, the depth of the warmth that grew in his belly was new. Would he ever get used to being this close? The smokey bite from the fireplace that lingered in her hair felt familiar. He had recalled it from close, accidental brushes when he worked beside her on the battlefield. 

She stirred again, humming as she readjusted herself into the pillow, the mattress, into him. He felt a hum of appreciation rumble deep in his chest. He pressed his lips gently to the back of her shoulder, taking his time to feel the warmth of her skin. Wordlessly, she reached over, taking his hand in hers. He grinned against her skin when she held his hand in hers, lining the length of her fingers up with his. Their two hands became one shadow, blocking the direct light of the sun shining in on the pair. She tipped her fingers between his and pulled it down across her body. His fingers still flexed, hers gripping at his hand, she brought each of the tips of his fingers to her mouth. A kiss was placed on the pad of each finger slowly. Taking her time to recall memories of watching them work tirelessly to keep the Company alive. 

Roe chuckled, the muscles in his cheeks ached from smiling. She felt it against her skin, thanking God for the smile. Few and far between had he shared it with her as they navigated their way across Europe, attempting to keep the Easy Company in one piece. Since finding a place away from mortar rounds and gunfire, both seemed to share those far more freely. And they were not the only two that noticed. 

“Do you think they’ll notice if we both come down to get something to eat at the same time?” She whispered against the back of his hand as she kissed it. He chuckled and moved closer. 

“I don’t think so,” He responded, kissing the back of her neck in kind. “But again, mon cher, it’s not me who is worried about getting caught.” 

She rolled her eyes. She was certainly not going to have this argument on an empty stomach. It had nothing to do with him, of course. Any woman would have tripped over themselves to have a chance to be so adored by a man like Eugene Roe. But it was not something she wanted to be decided until they knew whether or not they would be sent to the Pacific. 

“Gene,” she sighed, turning to face him. He had spent 28 days across from her in Bastogne. They had locked eyes hundreds, if not thousands of times. But each time she focused those large blue eyes on his, he felt a tension in his stomach that no woman had ever caused before. 

“I know,” he nodded. He felt goosebumps raise on his skin as her hand rested on his chest. A soft smile played at his lips in contrast to the pout that had pulled at hers. He kissed her forehead softly, inhaling deeply at the crown of her head. “You stay here. I’ll go get you something to eat.” 

She pressed her lips together and shook her head, “you go down first. Get yourself something. I’ve got to wash up first anyhow.” 

Eugene nodded. He brushed his lips over hers in a whisper of a movement. He swallowed his words. She smiled, pressed a more forceful kiss to his mouth, and rolled out of bed. Again, he thought, he would never be able to replicate that warmth anywhere else in the world. 

[ineffableclassics]

“A erotic novel? As in…?” Crowley raised a pointed brow.

“Oh, come now. The Sins of the Cities of the Plain, Venus in Furs, Gynecocracy.” Aziraphale’s voice pitched higher at the blank stare from the demon. “You’ve at least heard of The Pearl!”

Not even a hint of recognition.

He cleared his throat, staring pointedly at the dregs of wine remaining in his glass. “They’re…interesting. About…erm, human…romance, of a sort,” he explained, tripping over the last words and feeling his face heat further. When Crowley still stared blankly, Aziraphale pointedly added, “I was sure you had something to do with the entire genre, frankly.”

Or, a missing scene from after the magic show in 1941.

Words: 11,129

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

@s-solo-b

Art Credit: Old Stogie by Spencer Meagher, 2017

[mrsalwayswrite]

What Words Can't Say - Masterlist

Summary: When Abby joined the war effort, her only purpose was to support her cousin and fix up the B-17 Fortresses so they could continue their missions. She had no intentions of getting close to the men who piloted them.

Yet when the 100th Bomb Group flew into Thorpe Abbotts, specifically a handsome blond Major, her carefully built walls began to crumble, one brick at a time.

Warnings: language, canon-typical violence, major character death, slow burn, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, historical & military inaccuracies, (more to be added)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

More to be added

Tag list: @beebeechaos @claireelizabeth85

[mads-nixon]

hi everyone! welcome to my band of brothers & the pacific side-blog! my messages and ask box are always open, so shoot me a message anytime you feel like it. also, requests are now CLOSED for the pacific and bob!! you can find the request guidelines below!

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Band of Brothers

italics - wips

Eugene “Doc” Roe

- At Last

- Break the Distance

- C'est Toi (Soulmate!AU)

Joe Liebgott

- Of Course It’s You

- Liebling

Floyd Talbert

- “The Night of the Bayonet”

- I’m Here (oc)

George Luz

- Home

- Old Friends

Dick Winters

- Winter at the Winters'

- Meine Liebe

Ron Speirs

- Keeping You Safe

- For Me

- Knight in Dirty ODs

Lewis Nixon

- Here With You

- The Vow

- Timeless

- Epiphany Series Masterlist

Johnny Martin

- Follow You Anywhere

Headcannons

- Nix When He's Sick

- Dating Eugene Roe

- Post-War Harry Welsh

The Pacific

Robert Leckie

- Crazy

Bill "Hoosier" Smith

- You Before Me

Eugene Sledge

- See the Good

Headcanons

- Hoosier Dating an Extrovert

- Chuckler Dating an Artist

- Chuckler Dating a Medic

Masters of the Air:

You can find things from gifs to fics, and posts about the flyers and ground crews in Masters of the Air on my sideblog, @major-mads!!

comment or message me if you want to be tagged in anything!!

[thatchickwithtoomanyhobbies]

Because the story I was writing was deleted courtesy of my parrot (apparently bird tongues work on tablet screens), I leave you with whatever this is:

I can’t be the only one who thinks Rafe Adler from Uncharted 4 looks extremely similar to Zussman from COD WW2. This means it’s conspiracy theory time!

Zussman is between 21-23 during the events of COD WW2, so still very young. Rafe Adler is somewhere in his 30’s during the events of Uncharted 4, which is set in 2016. For the sake of this theory, we’ll go with about 35.

Let’s say Zuss got married at 25 in 1947, and had a daughter (let’s call her Lisa) in 1950. If Rafe is 35 in the events of Uncharted, that would place his birthday sometime in 1981. The same year Lisa would 31.

It’s canon that Zussman’s family owned a store of some kind his entire life. It’s also canon in the uncharted series that Rafe inherited his family’s business- a chain of big box retailers.

What if Zussman took over the family business and managed to grow it enough to be able to open more locations across America? He’d probably pass it down to his daughter, Lisa, who would take over running it probably sometime in the 70’s.

Let’s say Lisa meets a guy (let’s call him Richard Adler) at age 27, dates him for a couple years, then marries him in 1980 at the age of 30. A year later they have their first child, Rafe Adler, Zussman’s grandson that eventually takes over the business.

“But, Bird! Rafe has contact with mercenaries! How does that work?” I hear you.

What if Aiello’s family has ties to the Italian mafia? What if Aiello looped Zussman in and they used the original store as a front for shady business dealings? What if Zuss used his cut to grow the store? What if the girl Zussman married is Aiello’s own sister? The two families are now tied together.

Rafe needs a mercenary for finding Avery’s treasure? Why not call one of Aiello’s grandchildren (his cousins) whom he grew up with, and happens to know a certain Nadine Ross?

Anyway that’s just a fun theory and probably not canon whatsoever. But it sure is fun to think about. And you can’t deny that Rafe looks like Aiello and Zussman put together. 😉

I hope your enjoying this gamer girl’s takes while the fanfiction section of my brain isn’t operating. Let me know if you want more of these.

[stuckysnugglebutt]

OMG!!!!! My hard copies of Ninety One Whiskey by komodobits arrived today!!!!! I CAN'T EVEN!!!!!! AAAHHHHH!!!

@cuddlebabies @chaoticdean @winchester-reload

[claratcssthings]

Dude, I'm not okay.

I recently read a Solarballs fanfic on the AO3 website (Archive Of Our Own), and I came across one called "Behind his Mask", I decided to read it, because I was curious. After reading everything, I kind of focused... Traumatized. All those deaths... Everything Mercury was capable of doing... I felt like I was Anne Frank herself writing down the tragedies during World War II in her hiding place in Netherlands, or a young civillian being a witness of one or more of the attacks to the jews. When I went to sleep, I dreamed about the fanfic again, I woke up almost crying with fear, but I immediately hugged a teddy bear and managed to calm myself down with some much better thoughts.

I swear... I feel like Solarballs fans just love death and suffering....

[rqsser]

vampire!gale au!?! w @pinksiames (like always)

gale cleven is born in the 1750s, and watches as america becomes a nation. he is born in france, entering the world to a dying mother and a neglectful father. but he cares for his son enough to teach him how they’re different, and how to survive. they live in a house outside of a small town, and he only owns long-sleeved clothes. his mother dies when he’s just a few months old, though gale sees the image of a stake in her chest when he closes his eyes sometimes.

after he spent the majority of his teen years stuck in france with his father, only roaming the empty street in front of his house at night, he manages his way across the seas. he’s in his twenties by now, and is relieved when the boat arrives to boston in the early hours of the morning. gale’d spent weeks aboard that ship with englishmen and frenchmen, throwing the drained overboard when he saw that nobody was awake.

in boston, he encounters a man in a park. he simply watches gale rid a bird of life, and doesn’t look frightened or shocked by the sight. rather, he looks intrigued as the snow falls heavily around them. gale cautiously throws the bird aside and readies himself to chase the man when he runs away screaming. but that doesn’t happen. the man smiles at him, the same sort that he remembers of his mother, with his whole face.

they don’t see each other again until gale watches from a window, the frost covering it making the image blurry, the ships dumping pounds of tea into the harbour. he leaves the building because he’s hungry, and sees the man sitting on a snow-covered bench close to where they first met.

this time, the man doesn’t let gale walk away. he stops gale, introduces himself as john egan, an englishman in the military. he doesn’t ask questions about the bird, or the clear unnatural bulge in gale’s coat pockets. they talk for hours, gale’s never felt so light, his heart beats in his chest strong, and he’ll never forget that feeling. it’s not until john is called to the frontlines that they part for more than a few hours. gale didn’t know what that feeling was, when he was with john, but he knew that he would search to the ends of the earth for it.

in 1776, gale meets john again. they pass each other in new york city, at night. john was able to watch america become what it is with him. birds seem to be a token of their presence, because as pigeons swarm around another emptied bird, gale feels.

john dies in the revolutionary war. a woman spots gale in an alley, hunched over himself, but she shrieks when gale looks up at her. a boy lays next to him, not older than fifteen, white as a ghost. gale’s mouth is red, and it trails down his chin, drips to his hands. he couldn’t feel anymore. 1778, a knife is plunged to his heart.

1847, gale looks at his own grave. his heart can no longer race in his chest, and the cold doesn’t affect him. it takes longer to come back to life than he realized it would, and now he might’ve been too late to look for john.

technically, gale was born three years ago, but looks to be in his late twenties. he thinks about his coward of a father, hiding in that house in france, alone. he, unlike his last life, educates himself on whatever he could understand. he learns about the destruction of the tea at boston harbour, which he had witnessed himself.

gale goes out every night, but tries to keep himself away from people. he prefers the trees. one night, he sees a guy around his supposed age running along the tree lines. his presence makes gale uneasy.

he comes out of the forest to make himself known, and the guy slows to a stop. he’s blonde this time. gale grins at him, and the guy stares at him for a moment before introducing himself. his name is bucky. no last name is provided.

gale smiles with his whole face.

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send an ask if you have any questions or want more of this au:)

[81buttons]

Okay, so I'm posting this here, why? Ugh, I don't even know. This story is coming (when ?, idk but it will come; I have way too many ideas). It will be a Pearl Harbor!Danny Walker x OC, and I'd like to write a multi-chapter story.

For now, here's the cover and the title 😭

[mads198-9]

But if you send for me you, know I’ll come

And if you call for me you know I’ll run

I’ll run to you, I’ll run to you

I’ll run

run

run

[16woodsequ]

This is a very long shot but does anyone know anything about what happened to a dead soldier's things during ww2?

I saw one article about a woman in Canada receiving her son's sweater, but I'm really struggling to find anything useful telling me the process of how/if things got home

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In St. James' Street, a handler of double agents is offered a challenge she can’t refuse.

In Fleet Street, Britain’s oldest Secret Army musters for war.

In Soho, there’s an Air Raid Protection post where everyone is welcome. Well, almost everyone.

And in London’s holy places, there’s an evil that can’t be kept out.

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Rating: Teen And Up