#moonwarmed

[whorifics]

“  sorry  ——  was  i  not  supposed  to  laugh  ?  i  thought  you  were  joking.  ”  /  @moonwarmed​

[neveraftcr-a]

closed starter for @moonwarmed​ // from theia power

          “ all i know is i don’t want you to go. ” 

[lovepctions]

closed for: @moonwarmed muse: danny harte prompt: based of this list

danny liked to sit in their car sometimes, watching the night sky and making up constellations (that's a christmas tree, and that looks like a rose, and you know that — that kind of looks like mrs. roberts from the fifth floor of their apartment). but mainly, they just liked the quiet, they liked the opportunity to just... think. they turned to their company, voice just above a whisper. "have you ever had something…missing?  like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is."

[satoi]

                            @nvisible​          :                "  come here,   love.  "   law speaks softly,   gently taking yuuta's head in hold as they lay him down onto their lap,   hands stroking rose curls as they whisper,     "you seem tired..."

              such words prompt the thought that lingers in the idol’s head.   and i,   one from spring days,   one from devotion,   soda pop bubbles and sugared lips,   glazed strawberries under a warm sun.   and you,   one from winter nights,   melodies under stars above,   a blue lulling hush and guitar strings,   sweet nothings under a dreamy moon.   we meet again and again,   and this will last and never leave;   it's what us artists call love,   it's what we sing about when the lights shine,   crystal-like and entrancing.   it’s what june jordan speaks of; 

                             i am my soul adrift                              the whole night sky denies me light                              without you

         ‘   mmhm,  yeah,   i guess i am��   but how about you ? you had a long day too,   law.   ‘   it’s a murmur that slips behind glossed lips,   similar to the kindling hue flourishes upon freckled mien.   he begins to shift to become settled within his lap,   guided by the hand of the man who he cherishes beyond all reason,  all comprehension.   so yuuta simply melts against him,   moonwarm,   only to believe there's no other sentiment like this.   the feeling of his fingers through unruly locks,   reminiscent of petals of bluebells among those familiar butterflies.   and he’s now aware of the redolence of the sea and sun-kissed laundry.   all his senses become invaded with admiration,   even the sound of their voice relieves heartache,   the fatigue of the day past.   it’s the comfort it holds,   inevitable that a deep sleep awaits him,  desired among the two lovers.   to love so tenderly and deeply,   the ocean’s depth and kisses lofty like waves along the shore.   the touch of the two bodies entwined,  much like worn pages of a love letter lost to time,   folding beautifully.   yuuta believes in terms,   even the whispers of their devotion would echo beyond innermost caves,   beckoning like a siren's euphony.  what the poets of lives before crave,   how lovers invent love time after time.

         yuuta proceeds to lean up,   placing kisses as light as content sighs against the valley of law’s neck and jaw,   returning to the comfort in his lap.   he believes he finds refuge in their presence,   a sanctuary within azure gaze...   yes,   there’s home inside him,   there always has been.   so heart stills,   and time only stops...   not even seconds go by,

               another thought,  have we been here before in another life?   a fleeting moment?   can we remain here forever?   wishing to remain alongside you,   like a shadow within dusk…   twilight stars,   how we toe the line,   but it’s an ache to become even closer,   always so far.   to yearn to reach farther into very being,   to quiver within bones and kiss the hurt away.   soon plush lashes flutter closed,   only to slowly blink off the slumber,   to look up at a lover with infatuation within violet,   only to ponder how lucky he is,   once again,   how can a mere person feel the epitome of home?   if there is a god,   would he thank them for every kiss shared,   every breath between them without volition,   eternally grateful for all.

                ‘   for now...   just kiss me,   hold me,   and kiss me more...  ’    a mumble hushed against them.   with all this in mind,  it’s almost childish in mannerism,  greed swallowing him whole.   a tug to clothes,   playing with their fingers,   cuddling closer…   in moments like these,   perhaps the yearning to remain close renders him under his lover’s spell,   to desire evermore…   even as the last star blinks away.

[tbouler]

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[whorifics]

“  half  of  the  things  those  gossip  forums  say  about  me  aren't  true.  ”  /  @moonwarmed​

[softliebgott]

— disclaimer ; i have no intention to twist or change real life people, such as the men of easy company. i am only writing the fictional portrayals of them from the hbo show band of brothers

important note ; please know that with requests i do take my time with them! i can’t guarantee a specific date your request will be published. with work and my personal life, i often don’t have time to sit down and write. but just know that i do want to give you quality content because if i asked a fic writer to write something for me, i would expect effort. i don’t half-ass anything! i take time to be thorough, especially when i am writing the fictional portrayal of a real life person. i always want to write them well with respect and do them justice. trust me that i put my heart into my writing!

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tags you can blacklist for personal preferences ; menstrual related (#period headcanon), gore (#gore tw), blood (#blood tw), nsfw (#nsfw)

eugene “doc” roe

       ✧ honey dripping over sugared tongues | you are a nurse at a regimental aid station in an abandoned cathedral some miles from the forest outside of bastogne. you frequently interact with easy company’s medic, eugene roe, and have developed a strong bond with him. he has seen so much pain and death among his friends. it has only made him more kind, a little more haunted, and a little needy for affection. *fluff, minor angst

       ✧ chapped smiles | pink-nosed, bunny roe needs some warm love during the freezing nights in the ardennes forest. *fluff so pure it’ll blind you

       ✧ moonwarm and tender | gene needs you to hold him. *sensual fluff

george luz

       ✧ lemonade lips and marshmallows | you and your family have managed a somewhat peaceful farm life during the war until you discover two soldiers, george luz and frank perconte, raiding your barn. disappointed, but nonetheless grateful for the army’s presence, you invite them to have dinner for a proper meal. *fluff, slight angst

       ✧ lemonade lips and marshmallows part ii | george is to return to the united states in a week, but there’s someone he needs to see first. *extreme fluff

       ✧ waves of blue | nights alone with george have been scarce, but you two finally have a calm night together. *fluff

       ✧ my heart in human form | you take care of everyone, but who takes care of you? *angst, fluff

ron speirs

       ✧ evening tea dress | speirs steals a sexy dress from a house in germany for you and asks for photos of you wearing it. *slight fluff, my attempt at sexiness

       ✧ paranoia | speirs can’t take the paranoia of you getting hurt. *angst, slight fluff

       ✧ our days and nights, perfumed by war | you and speirs try to protect each other from the horrors of war. *hardcore angst, light cussing

       ✧ what could have been | you and speirs are in a secret relationship, but when you discover that he has been married the whole time you break it off. after the war, speirs sees how happy you are and thinks about what he had lost. *EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

       ✧ left behind | you are a local of the foy village and are trapped by the occupation of the germans. on day 23, you are freed by speirs. *fluff

       ✧ poker and the lady eve | absolute. filth. you and speirs play for who gets to be in charge in a game of strip poker. *SMUT

joe liebgott

       ✧ hershey’s and the 101st wish | you swipe hershey bars for joe after luz wouldn’t give the boys any. *fluff, slight angst

       ✧ the holly and the ivy | you and joe are looking for the perfect christmas tree. *fluff

       ✧ moon love | you are sick, and instead of joining the boys at the pub, joe takes care of you. *fluff

       ✧ flash, thunder | joe tries to find you after the jump into normandy. *angsty fluff

       ✧ color drained | joe valiantly protects you in bastogne.��*angsty fluff? 

david webster

       ✧ shakespeare and sunflower bruises | you are part of the french resistance and meet david webster in haguenau. you both become interested in each other due to similar likes and spiral into romance. *angst, fluff

       ✧ red string | you and david spend a peaceful spring morning alone together. *fluff

richard “dick” winters

       ✧ when in paris | you are a european girl dick met and fell in love with while stationed in england. he sends you a letter telling you he is getting a holiday pass for paris to meet up. you help him in the moments the horrors of war sink in. *angst, fluff

       ✧ watercolor morning | you and winters enjoy fluffy morning cuddles. *this turned sensual without me meaning to lol

       ✧ will war let me go? | the war has ended, but you are struggling with the idea of going home. *angst, fluff

joe toye

       ✧ i’ll be seeing you | you and toye are sweethearts before the war. you are the one that got him the brass knuckles, and both of you talk through letters all the time. when he is back to the states, he worries about your reaction when you see his amputated leg. *angst, fluff

       ✧ my wild irish rose | bastogne. it’s cold as hell, but you have joe to keep you warm. *fluff, slight angst

bill guarnere

       ✧ piccadilly lilies | you and bill are determined to make the most of your seven day passes in london. *fluff

don malarkey

       ✧ lychee-colored skies and your hand in mine | malarkey rejoins easy company having missed the fun of capturing hitler’s famed eagle’s nest and raiding his private wine cellar in berchtegaden, germany. but, plenty of good times are still to be had as malark is housed in kaprun, austria. especially when he meets you. featuring a chipmunk friend! *fluff so pure you won’t need god to absolve your sins

lewis nixon

       ✧ a drink for the season | lew spikes the eggnog. again. *fluff, sprinkles of angst

chuck grant

       ✧ always | jones questions your ability because you’re a woman. it always drives the boys crazy, especially grant. *slight angst, bit of fluff! grant for equal rights

       ✧ flower roots | liebgott and tab are sick of you and grant pining for each other. *fluff

wayne “skinny” sisk

       ✧ oh, love, love | skinny returns to easy in haguenau after being wounded in bastogne. *extreme fluff, slight angst

johnny martin

       ✧ scottie dog | johnny surprises you with a gift. he hopes you like it! *fluff, war angst

albert blithe

       ✧ not a perfect soldier |  dropping into normandy, airborne troops are scattered. wandering alone in enemy territory, you come across a familiar face hiding in a ditch. *slight angst

headcanons

         ✧ ✨that✨ time of the month | liebgott, luz, nixon, speirs, eugene, malarkey, skip, bull, winters, grant, guarnere, talbert, shifty

playlists

       ✧ joe liebgott | one

       ✧ ron speirs | one, two

       ✧ bill guarnere | one

       ✧ george luz | one

icons

       ✧ joe liebgott | one

       ✧ frank perconte | one, two

       ✧ george luz | one

       ✧ richard winters | one

[lovepctions]

moonwarmed​:

“YEAH . I START LAUGHING AND SHIT .” ruth replies with an easy nod . she taps the end of her vape to her plush bottom lip with a shrug, easily remembering the first and only funeral she’d ever been too . “when my great aunt edna died my grandma basically had to kick me out because i got like, a stage four case of the giggles . like, there was aunt eddie, dead as doorknob and i couldn’t stop laughing about how the mole on her chin kind of looked like dobby the elf .” a pause . “i didn’t get invited to too many funerals after that actually . i wonder if you could get like, banned from funerals or something …” ruth’s head tilts . “like jamba juice .”

ruth’s pondering is interrupted by her attention being redirected to danny . her eyes are intently on them as they speak, drinking in every word with attentiveness that only a couple of hits of weed can usually bring . but it doesn’t matter . either way, ruth’s eyes don’t stray from danny until she finally replies, “i dunno . maybe being taken seriously, or like … taking shit seriously is kind of overrated . like, it’s gotta get boring after a while, right ? cause you’re right . life’s too short and it’s kind of bleak enough already . i mean, just look at the news or whatever .”

in all honesty, ruth can’t remember the last time she watched the news .

ruth considers danny thoughtfully after their words, studying them as she turns sideways in her seat, her bare legs tucked under her as she curls up in the chair . it’s not long before she says, without hesitation, “i feel like you’d be easy to want .” she shrugs . “you’re like, cool and nice . and you make me feel like… easy . and not just in the slutty way, like,” she thinks for a long moment, “relaxed . safe or whatever .” she rests her cheek against the material of danny’s car seats, the meat of her face squished against it . “so maybe your somebody is on the way or something .” a grin . “maybe they’ll be here tomorrow .”

danny wanted whatever the fuck ruth was on, but her mind worked like theirs but only after smoking their brains out for hours on end. despite what she was saying, they appreciated their candor. honesty and vulnerability was hard to come across these days. even they struggled with it. the dark-haired loner never really talked about the aftermath of their parents' passing — they were just a kid. what did they know about death? "i'm actually banned from a burger king, a panda express and two different foot lockers," was simply all they said in response to ruth's story about their aunt eddie.

"i can't even remember the last time i watched the news." then they shrugged.

her words resonated with them, because they'd never heard someone tell them that they were actually wanted. not by their foster parents, not by lovers, not be neighbors and not by friends. "i don't make you feel slutty?" they teased waggling their brows. "nah, it's just... i'm happy. happy i make you feel that way. you deserve to feel safe."

and she was so kind to even want to spend time with them. rarely did they ever find someone that just wanted to just sit and talk about whatever the fuck came to their mind. but the moment danny and ruth met, they knew that their connection was different than others. she was like them. in ways that they never believed they could connect with someone else. and sitting in their car, did danny realize that there really was such a thing as platonic soulmates.

"do you wanna get outta here?" they turn more toward the girl with a soft grin. "not just here. but outta this town. and just... drive."