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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Band of brothers masterlist 🤍🩷🤍

Finally! Here’s some direct links to my work so far :)

All boys: general hc’s:

Platonic BoB x reader - angst. Easy boys reacting to seeing their lady lieutenant for the first time. Easy boys x reader how they react to accidentally upsetting you.

Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time. Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time, part 2.

Easy boys x reader in Bastogne.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p1. Easy boys x nurse headcanons p2.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p3. Easy’s reaction to nurse reader getting hurt.

Easy boys x nurse how they react to you finding them hurt. Easy boys x reader enemies to lovers.

Easy boys x reader they see you dressed up for the first time. Easy boys x reader they see your scars for the first time. Easy boys x nurse how they react to you having fun in the water.

Easy boys x reader they take care of your baby alone for the first time.

Easy boys x reader how they react to you going MIA.

Part 2.

Easy boys x reader how they comfort you when you’re overworked

Ron Speirs:

Protective Ron Speirs x reader. Snowy Days, Ron x reader.

British girl x Ron headcanons - Ron being in a relationship with a girl from Britain.

Ron Speirs x nurse! OC multiple part smut - when celebrations reach a high in the eagles nest, who knew their hook up would be more than a one time thing?

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

Part 5.

Part 6.

Part 7.

Ron Speirs x ArmyNurse! OC mini series - Margaret ‘Maggie’ Emerson, an army nurse attached to the 506th parachute infantry regiment, finds herself growing closer to her company’s captain, Ronald Speirs. With war drawing to an end, a side to the mystery that is Captain Speirs is revealed. Both Maggie and Ron have a difficult time resisting their attraction to one another.

Part 1.

Part 2.

Joe Liebgott:

Joe Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut. - you, joe and Floyd have some fun on New Year’s Eve in a foxhole. Joe x reader x Talbert smut p2- Joe and Floyd finally give you what you’ve been waiting for…

Untitled Joe Liebgott x reader Drabble. Joe Liebgott x reader angst- the two times Joe doesn’t want to see you and the one time he does.

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react when he’s in love with you but you’re with Shifty.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Babe Heffron:

Babe Heffron x oc smut- Babe and OC spend some well deserved time together.

Eugene Roe:

Quiet Confessions, Eugene x reader smut - as the title described, quiet confessions between Gene and reader. Sympathy for the Enemy, Gene x oc - oc struggles with hating the enemy, especially when some of them are just boys. Gene comforts her when the inevitable happens. Vocal Gene x reader smut- Requested by a reader! Gene is obsessed with you and expresses this through being vocal in the bedroom… Friends to Lovers, Eugene x reader smut - you and Gene are friends for the longest time until one night that changes with a steamy exchange whilst walking home…

Gene x reader headcanons - just some headcanons on how your friendship turns into a relationship throughout the time during the war you spend together.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Floyd Talbert:

Floyd x reader smut - Floyd and your tension reaches a boiling point after two years together. Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut - threesome.

Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut p2. - threesome continued!

Talbert + Christenson headcanons.

James ‘Moe’ Alley:

Alley x oc was nurse! Jenny. Headcanons of their developing relationship throughout the war.

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

Skip Muck:

Skip x reader - mutual pinining - friends to lovers arc. Lewis Nixon:

One night stand, Nixon X Reader - after a long night of boozing you and Captain Nixon wake up besides each other, shocked by your actions of the night before.

Chuck Grant:

Chuck x nurse reader headcanons.

Chuck Grant x reader smut.

Alton More:

More x nurse reader headcanons. Shifty Powers:

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react to being in love with you but you’re with Shifty. Pat Christenson:

Christenson x reader fluff - pat comforts you after Grant is wounded. Christenson + Talbert headcanons.

Dick Winters:

Dick x reader headcanons - on how Dick steals Sobel’s gf.

#Band of brothers masterlist #Band of brothers imagines #Band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcannons #ron speirs #Joe liebgott #floyd Talbert #skip muck #Eugene Roe #Babe Heffron #james moe alley #Shifty powers #pat christenson

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next-autopsy · 6 months

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Made of Glass

Prologue

Chapter one: Home, sweet home

Chapter two: An Enigma and a Nepo Baby

Chapter three: Cigarette smoke

Chapter four: STDs at Breakfast

Chapter five: Don’t Diss the Help

Chapter six: Oh, the Guilt Gossip Brings

Chapter seven: Smooth

Chapter eight: Unrequitable Generosity

Chapter nine: Eight Chaperones

Chapter ten: Nickname Basis

Chapter eleven: James, Tommy and Jr

Chapter twelve: Is this Comfort?

Chapter thirteen: Baby Birdie

Chapter fourteen: Lipstick Stain

Chapter fifteen: Scorpion

Chapter sixteen: A Hangover and a Confession

Chapter seventeen: Another Promotion

Chapter eighteen: A Night to Remember

Chapter nineteen: An Itchy, Army Issued Blanket

Chapter twenty: Call Her Bluff

Chapter twenty and a half

Chapter twenty one: Chock-a-Block

Chapter twenty two: Just maybe

Chapter twenty three: May I Have This Dance?

Chapter twenty four: Perfect Timing

Chapter twenty five: A Sleepover (coming soon)

Art and extras

My main oc: Bernadette - 2 - 3

Secondary ocs: Blythe, Constance, Lucille, Harriet, Francesca, Charlotte, Barbara, Elizabeth

A-I company women

More to come…

#band of brothers #hbo war #easy company #made of glass #next autopsy #first fic #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers masterlist #made of glass masterlist #fem oc #oc #oc art #my oc

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donovanlizzie · 1 month

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Reunion pt2

MASTERLIST

BAND OF BROTHERS MASTERLIST

PART 1

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The days melded into nights amid the relentless chaos of the battlefield, each moment fraught with tension and uncertainty. For Eugene 'Doc' Roe, the memory of Y/n lingered like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness of war.

Once a distant acquaintance from high school, she was constantly on his mind, a reminder of a world beyond the brutality they faced daily.

His comrades began to notice his preoccupation, especially Edward 'Babe' Heffron, who settled beside him in the foxhole one evening, concern etched in his features.

"You've been quieter than usual, Roe. What's eating at you?" Babe prodded, his tone gentle yet insistent.

Roe hesitated, torn between the weight of his thoughts and the instinct to keep them hidden.

But as Babe persisted, the words spilled out almost involuntarily. "I ran into an old school friend at the hospital," he confessed, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"She's a medic for Dog Company." Babe's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Well, well, well, looks like Roe's been holding out on us," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Roe's anxiety surged. "Keep it down, Babe! This is serious," he urged, a sense of urgency in his tone. "Her name's Y/n," he added, the weight of his secret finally lifted off his shoulders.

Babe held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, lips are sealed," he promised, understanding the gravity of the situation.

They fell into a companionable silence, mindful of the need for sound discipline in their company.

" wow - Y/N huh? she must be some dame!" Babe joked, elbowing Eugene, both trying to stop shivering.

" she was somethin'" Eugene drawled, looking up into the night sky.

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Months later, the Easy Company boys found themselves in Austria, the war in Europe over, but the battle in the Pacific still raging.

After being informed by Speirs that Easy Company would be deployed into the Pacific, morale was shattered once again.

"We will be training for war at 06:00," Speirs announced solemnly.

Eugene turned his head slightly, catching sight of someone he never thought he'd see again, Y/n , standing at the end of the platoon line. He felt a mix of emotions—relief to see her, yet sickened at the thought of her joining them in the Pacific.

"Eugene," she hummed, walking through the dispersing men.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" Roe asked, his voice filled with concern.

"It's the end of the war in Europe, Gene. Pretty sure half the US Army is here-," she replied with a small smile.

She sighed after seeing his face contort into a sour expression, "I didn't have enough points to go home, so I asked for a transfer."

Roe pulled back slightly, his hands gently placed on her shoulders as he looked into her eyes, searching for any trace of doubt or fear. But all he found was unwavering strength and determination mirrored back at him.

"I was worried sick when I heard about the hospital bombing back in Bastogne," he admitted, squinting in the sunlight.

Y/n nodded, her gaze steady. "It was rough, but we were out in the field when it happened," she explained, a hint of sorrow in her voice. "A few good men got caught up in it all."

As they stood together, a sense of peace settled over them, a brief respite before they were thrown back into war again.

Then, some of the Easy boys clocked the two of them, shuffling over quickly. The group included Edward Babe Heffron, George Luz, Perconte, Joe Liebgott, and Webster.

Babe's eyes widened in realization as he approached, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, well, who do we have here? You gonna introduce us, Doc?" he exclaimed, nudging his comrades with an elbow.

"Roe's been keeping this one locked away, ain't he?" George spoke up, grinning at the two of them.

"What's this, Roe? Found yourself a sweetheart?" Perconte teased, a hint of humor in his voice.

Roe's cheeks flushed slightly as he exchanged a sheepish glance with Y/n. "Uh, guys, this is Y/n. She's the medic for Dog Company," he introduced, a note of warmth in his tone. "She's transferred to Easy now - she's gonna be jumping with us."

Babe stepped forward, extending his hand to Y/n with a grin. "I'm Babe Heffron, pleasure to meet you. Any friend of Roe's is a friend of ours," he said warmly, his easygoing demeanor putting Y/n at ease.

Y/n returned the handshake, a smile playing at her lips. "Nice to meet you all," she greeted, her voice laced with genuine warmth.

"Dog company, huh? You must know our captain, Speirs?" Joe Liebgott asked, curiosity evident in his tone.

Y/n chuckled, nodding her head. "Oh yeah, good ol' Speirs. Terrifying, isn't he?" she joked, a playful glint in her eyes. "But a damn good captain. We were all sorry to lose him to you Easy boys. - I'm glad to be in his company again for this, I'll tell you that much!"

The boys laughed at her remark. "Hey, we're on our way to play a little baseball - why don't you join us? Seeing as you're the newest medic for Easy!"

She agreed, letting the boys lead the way, while Roe lingered behind, slyly linking his arm with hers as they walked towards the baseball field.

The baseball game was in full swing, and for some, including Y/n, it was the first time they had genuinely smiled in months. They pushed the thought of jumping into the Pacific to the backs of their heads and tried to revel in the last moments of peace.

It was Roe's turn to hit the ball, and Perconte pitched. Roe swung with all his might, sending the ball soaring into the distance. Compton caught it and threw it directly to Y/n, who stood at the base Roe was running to.

"You're out, Medic man," she smirked as she caught the ball.

Roe stood up, a playful glint in his eye that even the Easy boys hadn't seen before. The two got up from the ground together, and Y/n felt her breath hitch as he took a step towards her.

"Na-a-a, get back, Mr.," she smirked, gently pushing at his chest, laughing slightly.

Just then, Winter and Nixon walked over with news, standing next to Speirs who called out to Easy to form a school circle. "Listen up - We've got some news," Winter said calmly. "This morning, President Truman received the unconditional surrender from the Japanese."

"The war is over,"

As soon as the words left Winter's mouth, the impact of the news reverberated through the gathered soldiers. Y/n's hand flew to her mouth in shock before instinctively reaching for Eugene's, seeking reassurance amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

She turned her head immediately to look at him, her eyes searching his face for confirmation, for solace.

Eugene, like the rest of them, wore a mixture of disbelief and relief etched into his features, the weight of years of hardship and sacrifice momentarily lifted from his shoulders.

As the words sank in, a wave of euphoria washed over the group. Some of the boys couldn't contain their joy any longer, and they erupted into cheers and whoops, their jubilant voices cutting through the tension that had lingered for so long.

Smiles broke out across faces that had grown accustomed to weariness and sorrow, and hugs were exchanged between comrades who had fought side by side through the darkest of days.

Caught up in the elation of the moment, Eugene acted on pure instinct. Without thinking, he swept Y/n up into his arms, her laughter ringing out like music amidst the cacophony of celebration. He spun her around in a full circle, the sheer relief and joy of the moment coursing through his veins like wildfire.

As they laughed together, he couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to kiss her.

Their passionate kiss elicited a few hoots and hollers from the surrounding men, the sound of their laughter serving as a backdrop to the intimate moment shared between her and Eugene.

In that fleeting instant, amidst the jubilation and the chaos, they found solace in each other's arms, a silent acknowledgment of all they had endured and all they had overcome.

"The war is over," Y/n whispered breathlessly as they finally broke apart, her voice filled with disbelief and wonder. And in that moment, standing amidst the jubilant throng of soldiers, Eugene knew that no matter what the future held, as long as they were together, they could weather any storm.

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Tagged : @she-wolf09231982

#band of brothers imagines #hbo war #band of brothers #Eugene doc roe #eugene roe #eugene roe imagine #band of brothers masterlist #hbowar

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blueberry-ovaries · 5 months

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BLUE'S DIRECTIONS

Hello! I'm Mads aka Blue :)

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Have a look around, stay a while, send me a message!

Please feel free to send me questions, ideas, requests or even theories!

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INTERESTS: - Band of Brothers - Call of Duty - Spider-man

- DC

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ABOUT ME:

- I am Australian - I am an aspiring author! I love writing and creating! - A huge WW2 nerd. i love learning about different areas and aspects of it. - I am currently studying, majoring in history and english literature.

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MASTERLIST:

Band of Brothers

#ask

#madsthoughts

#madsrambles

#writing ideas

under construction! :)

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rogue-durin-16 · 1 year

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ROGUE-DURIN-16'S BAND OF BROTHERS MASTERLIST

Key: f=fluff || a=angst || f-a=fluff+angst || ≈f=mostly fluff || ≈a=mostly angst || os=oneshot || hc=headcanons ||mp=multipart || ?=request || db=drabble/blurb

Back to the front line (≈a|os|?)

Mutuals as BoB characters (x)

• DONALD MALARKEY

Request could request a malarkey x reader where the reader got shot in Bastogne and they meet again in Haguenau? w/ a happy ending and teasin from the boys?

Smile for me [Part I] [Part II] [Part III] (f-a|mp)

Summary: a young promising war photographer is sent to document the Airborne's first missions on french soil, where she inevitably meets Easy Company, and Don Malarkey becomes immediately smitten by her. Lucky him, France wouldn't be the only place in which their paths would cross.

• GEORGE LUZ

'Bout damn time (f|os|?)

Request: Could you write some George Luz fluff where he and the company's female medic have had crushes on each other since Toccoa and their feelings come out while watching Trigger for Talbert while in Holland (set around the Crossroads episode)?

It's just me (f|os)

Summary: Y/n Y/I/n has been playing the matchmaker role for the Easy Company boys since Camp Mackall. Curious about how she is so good at it, George Luz questions his friend about a few things, which leads to one dangerous question; who does the matchmaker fancy?

Stranded (f-alos|?)

Request: may I request a stuck together overnight fic with Luz??

See you around (a|os)

Summary: for most of Easy Company, war took away more than it gave. Pieces of them stayed buried six feet under in foreign land while they were forced to carry on with their lives. George Luz and Y/n Y/I/n, who took time for granted, were no strangers to this tragic fate.

Secrets of an Austrian night (f|os|?)

Summary: Turns out all Y/n needed to pour their heart out was a sleepless night by the fire in a lovely Austrian hotel.

• JOSEPH LIEBGOTT

You got me, I got you (a|os)

Summary; the European conflict seems to be coming to an end when Easy Company stumbles upon the true horrors of it. This terrible discovery shakes Liebgott to his core, forcing him to be pulled back by Y/n. Having some time alone with each other, their friendship appears to be reaching its culmination.

Handle the situation (a|os|?)

Request: Can I request an angsty lieb x reader fic in which the reader pushes alley away from the potato masher at crossroads and it hits her instead and like joe is literally dying inside cuz they had been fighting prior to that?

Poison in your coffee (f|os|?)

Request: got a request for you, Liebgott x reader with the prompt "+If I were your wife, I'd put poison in your tea/-If I were your husband, I'd drink it"?? Not too angsty.

The bridesmaid problem (≈f|os)

Summary: Y/n and Joe's friendship, much like the war, came to an abrupt end in Berchtesgaden. Years later, in their close friend's wedding, fate provides them a second chance to mend what they broke off.

• WILLIAM GUARNERE

Deserve better (f-a|os|?)

Request: Can request angst to fluff fic with bill guarnere x reader, where maybe they see each other after the war, when she comes to Philadelphia to see him but he's like, 'you should find someone better than me' y'know?

• MULTI PAIRINGS

Sniper s/o (f|hc|?)

The boys reacting to their significant other being a great shot and having a high kill count. (Luz, Liebgott, Malarkey, Shifty)

Artsy!reader & Easy Co. (f|hc|?)

The boys reacting to the reader sketching them. (Toye, Luz, Bull, Shifty)

Women in suits (f|hc|?)

The boys admiring women wearing suits. (Malarkey, Hoobler, Luz, Shifty, Bull)

#band of brothers masterlist #don malarkey x reader #george luz x reader #bill guarnere x reader #shifty powers x reader #joe toye x reader #bull randleman x reader #joe liebgott x reader

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joenotexotic99 · 1 year

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Masterlist

Rules for my page/requesting

Requests are closed

young royals

Check out my Ao3 for this fandom because I spell check stuff there and it's generally better.(My username is the same)

imagines:

winter baking

smuts:

bathroom quickie

(Series) the bet

blurbs:

incorrect quote one

incorrect quote two

incorrect quote three

Incorrect quote four

Incorrect quote five

Incorrect quote six

headcannon: - nothing yet-

the umbrella academy

imagines: -nothing yet-

smuts:

the pleasure before the storm

Punishing five

blurbs:cockwarming klaus

headcannon: sub!five

Band of brothers

Imagines: -nothing yet-

Smuts:

Sleeping with them for the first time

Sleeping with them for the first time pt2

Blurbs: -nothing yet-

Headcanon:

Eugene roe x !French speaking reader

Cooking for easy company pt 1

Cooking for easy company pt 2

Camping with easy company pt 1

Camping with easy company pt2

How they are when you have a hangover over

Love tropes

Love tropes pt2

Eugene roe x German nurse

Telling them you're pregnant

other

imagines: -nothing yet-

smuts:

Elia kane x reader

blurbs:

soft morning (top gun maverick)

Meme 1

Meme 2

headcannon:

lice problems (top gun maverick)

Pedro pascal x reader (smut)

#young royals #masterlist #young royals masterlist #the umbrella academy masterlist #band of brothers masterlist

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iceman-kazansky · 1 year

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Band of Brothers Masterlist

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Disclaimer:

These are written for the FICTIONAL PORTRAYALS of the show Band of Brothers, absolutely no disrespect to the irl veterans whatsoever.

Dick Winters

Lewis Nixon

Carwood Lipton

From the Start

Ronald Spiers

Eugene Roe

Joseph Liebgott

George Luz

David Webster

A Reunion Not Thought Possible

Johnny Martin

Donald Malarkey

4 times Donald Malarkey wanted to kiss you, 1 time he did

Headcannons

Eugene Roe + Ronald Speirs, Reacting to Fiancée Reader wanting to break it off due to the horrors of war

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

HBOwarsanta23:

Two Halves of a Heart, Beating as One– Ronald Speirs x f!reader

#band of brothers #hbo war #x reader #bob #female reader #y/n #iceman-kazansky #iceman kazansky #angst #Band of Brothers masterlist #Easy Company #ww2

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multifandomfanfic · 8 months

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Band of Brothers Masterlist - I’ll write for pretty much everyone, so if there’s someone you’d like a fic for that isn’t on this list, feel free to request it anyways!

THESE FICS ARE SOLEY BASED ON AND FOR THE TV SHOW CHARACTERS—NO DISRESPECT IS MEANT TO THE ACTUAL VETERANS.

Dick Winters

Lewis Nixon

Ron Speirs

Carwood Lipton

George Luz

Bill Guarnere

Doc Roe

Bull Randleman

Buck Compton

David Webster

Joe Liebgott

Joe Toye

Don Malarky

Shifty Powers

Skip Muck

Floyd Talbert

Chuck Grant

Frank Perconte

Pat Christenson

#band of brothers #band of brothers masterlist #masterlist #💚

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mads-nixon · 7 months

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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!

request guidelines | gifsets/icons

xoxo,

mads :)

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!!

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mads-weasley · 8 months

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Epiphany Pt. 3: Haunted

Lewis Nixon x Reader

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

A/N: hey guys!! i had originally planned for operation market garden to be one chapter, but there were just too many things that i wanted to add, so it will be split up into at least two! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Summary: Things aren't as cut and dry as they seem when Easy jumps into Holland for Operation Market Garden, and (y/n) faces a heartbreaking reality.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: slightly graphic mistreatment of women (eindhoven scene)

SEPTEMBER 13, 1944: ALDBOURNE, ENGLAND

The pub was alive, bustling with half-drunken paratroopers when (y/n) arrived with Skip, Alex, and Don. They were missing their fifth member who they spotted across the bar playing darts with Buck.

“How much money do ya’ think he’s lost?” Skip asked, snickering as they made their way through the crowd to an empty table.

(Y/n) grimaced. “As long as he’s not asking me for a loan again, I don’t care. He still owes me $20.”

“Ehh, you’re probably not gonna get that back, (y/n/n), Penkala laughed, throwing an arm over her shoulder. “You should know George well enough by now.”

“Well, the first twenty bucks he gets is mine tonight, boys.”

Finding a booth in the corner, Don, Skip, and (y/n) plopped down while Alex went to get them drinks. They looked around the room and observed some of Bull’s new squad replacements sitting nearby.

“They don’t look older than twelve,” Skip scoffed, shaking his head.

Don smacked the side of his head, rolling his eyes. “Skip, you don’t look much older than twelve, alright, so ease up.”

“You’re telling me you don’t even feel a litt-”

“No,” (y/n) interrupted. “I don’t. They’re here the same reason we are.”

Before Skip could argue back, Alex returned with their drinks, and the first thing (y/n) did was gulp hers. To her dismay, Alex had started to ramble about the replacements to Skip, and the pair picked up right where she’d cut him off. With a sigh, she got up and walked over to George, Buck, Toye, and a replacement, who were crowded around the dartboard. They all watched Buck as he lined up a shot.

“Here we go. One shot. Here we go,” he muttered to himself.

When she slid into the space beside George, he smirked with a wink, nodding toward Buck, as if to say, ‘Look at this.’

“Lieutenant,” he began. “You gonna shoot lefty all night?”

Toye and the red-headed replacement’s faces fell, and (y/n) took a sip of her drink to hide her smirk.

Joe looked between George and Buck in disbelief. “Hey, come on,” He groaned.

“Just curious,” George continued, “‘Cause he’s right-handed.”

A sly smile grew on Buck’s face as he switched sides and lined up his shot. “George. What would I do without George Luz?”

The group watched as the dart left Buck’s hand and hit the bullseye dead on.

“Boop!”

Collective groans came from Joe and the replacement at George’s antics as he turned to the men. “Goodness, gracious!”

“Two packs, gentlemen,” Compton announced, holding out his hand.

“I know you’ve got them. Pay up.”

Joe looked at (y/n) who was still smirking into her drink. “You gonna let them screw us like that, (y/n)?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t see anything, Joe.”

Rolling his eyes, Toye grumbled as he placed a pack of cigarettes in Buck’s outstretched hand before walking off. The replacement approached (y/n) with a nervous smile, and she had to agree with Skip that he did look twelve, even if he towered over her.

“Heffron,” he introduced, holding out his hand. “Babe Heffron. Nice to meet you. The guys have told me nothing but great things.”

She shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Babe. You’re in Bull’s squad, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Raising her eyebrows, (y/n) snorted. “Ma’am makes me sound like an old woman. Call me (y/n).”

“Yes, ma’a-, I mean, (y/n),” he corrected, his face turning crimson.

Seeing the flash of a familiar silver flask near the door, (y/n) nodded at Babe. “It was nice meeting you, Heffron. You’re in good hands with Bull.”

She found him sitting at a table with Harry Welsh, who looked more tipsy than usual. “(Y/n). Speak of the devil. We wer-”

Nix’s eyes widened, and he kicked Harry discreetly under the table. “You meet the new replacements?” He asked as if Welsh hadn’t spoken.

Raising an eyebrow, she sat in the empty seat beside Lew. “What was that, Lieutenant?”

“Uhh, we were gonna ask you about the replacements,” he replied slowly, glancing at Nix for confirmation.

Though she didn’t understand Harry’s odd behavior, she didn’t push it. “They seem nice. I’ve just met Heffron after George and Buck conned him playing darts.”

Lew took a swig of his flask, throwing an arm on the back of (y/n)’s chair, his fingertips lightly brushing her shoulder. “Bull will take care of them,” he began. “He’s a good sergeant.”

(Y/n) nodded, unsure of her voice at his subtle touch. One touch and she was down for the count. Thinking back to D-Day and the way he held her, heat spread through her. She looked down at the drink in her hand and realized she needed a refill.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get another drink,” she announced, getting up from her seat.

Lew got up, too, grabbing his signature flask. “I’ll come with. Harry, don’t cause too much trouble while we’re gone, alright?”

He rolled his eyes, shooing them away with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah. Go on. I’ll survive.”

The duo made their way for the crowd before leaning against the bar.

“I thought you only drink VAT-69,” she questioned, motioning to the barkeep for two beers.

Nix faced her, his eyes scanning her face. “My supply is running low, so I’ve gotta cut back until I can get some more.”

The bartender returned with two beers and she gratefully took them, returning to their table with Nix in tow. As soon as they sat down, he placed his arm around her chair once again, and she took a big sip of her drink, knowing she would need it to make it through the night.

“So, how’s the officer’s life treating you two?” She asked, trying to hide the blush that crept up her neck.

Harry took a deep breath. “Well…”

An hour and a few drinks later, (y/n) was throwing her head back in laughter at something Harry said. Nix just chuckled beside her, knowing she was drunk due to the fact Harry’s comment wasn’t funny at all.

Her head felt as if was stuffed with cotton, and the world was tilted slightly off its axis, but regardless, she was chatting away with the two Lieutenants.

“Ya’know,” she giggled, waving her hands around emphatically. “Kitty’s a lucky gal ‘ta have ya, Har. Outta all-”

Her hand caught a glass and sent it flying, beer spilling across the table.

“Oh no.”

Lew stood up and gently grasped her elbow, helping her to her feet. “Come on, doll. You’ve had enough.”

“Lewis,” she whined. “I’m not drunk.”

His chuckled. “Really?”

“Uh, ‘yeh.”

“Okay,” he smirked, pointing behind her. “Try to walk to Luz.”

(Y/n) nodded and wobbly took one, two, three steps before tilting to her right, arms flailing. Luckily, Lew was ready and caught her by her waist effortlessly.

“I guess I am drunk,” she murmured into his shoulder.

Her attempt gained the attention of her squadmates who still sat at the same table from hours earlier. Don and George walked over, faces painted with concern.

“She alright?” Luz asked with a grimace.

“Yeah. She’s just a lightweight,” Nixon smirked, glancing down at the woman in his arms. “I’m gonna take her home.”

Lifting her head off his shoulder, she looked up at him. “Already there,” she whispered to herself.

To her dismay, Don had heard it, and the man’s eyes became saucers as he realized what she meant. Everything clicked in his head.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “I’ll get someone to check on her in the morning.”

With a curt nod, Nix led her out of the pub and was hit with a wave of sharp, chilly air that had her huddling closer to him. He had a secure hand around her waist, keeping her upright as they walked down the cobblestone streets of Aldbourne.

“You alright down there?” He asked, squeezing her hip gently.

(Y/n) basked in his warmth. “I like it when you hold me.”

The man got choked up on his saliva and coughed a few times at her confession.

“Well,” he began slowly, staring down at her, the moonlight illuminating her face. “I like to hold you.”

“Why?”

A smile formed on his lips. “You can ask me when you’re sober, but I doubt you’ll remember any of this, sweetheart.”

She nodded once against his shoulder as they turned onto her street. Aldbourne was a quiet town, especially on a Sunday night. It was easy for one to find themselves getting lost in their thoughts. The soft glow from windows reflecting off the pavement felt like home, even if they were thousands of miles away from theirs.

In different circumstances, Lew could envision him and (y/n) on their way home from a night dancing or movie picture, giggling as young couples do, oblivious to the horrors of the world. But that wasn’t reality. They’d seen the horrors firsthand, and he envied the people who lived and loved in times of peace.

A soft voice broke him from his thoughts. “Thanks.”

Looking up and realizing they’d arrived at her billet, he reluctantly let go of her. He felt the loss of her warmth and reached out to take her hand. “Drink some water, alright? I can’t have you being grumpy tomorrow because you’re hungover.”

She smiled blearily, squeezing his hand. “Thanks for ev’rythin, Lew.”

In a moment of weakness, he sighed and tugged her closer. As Lew’s strong arms wrapped gently around (y/n)’s frame, he felt her heart beating through her chest, as if it were trying to send him a message. The scent of her hair, a delicate mix of her shampoo, and the evening breeze intoxicated his senses. All he could think about was the woman in his arms. Standing there in the warm embrace of a quiet, moonlit night, it was as if the war wasn’t raging around the world. But just as quickly as it had begun, the hug came to an end. They pulled away, eyes meeting for a fleeting moment as if searching for answers in each other’s gaze.

“G’nigh,” she giggled, walking towards her door with unsteady steps.

“Night, sweetheart,”

Once the door had closed and he heard the familiar click of the lock, he backed up onto the street shaking his head with a bashful smile.

“I’m in trouble,” he chuckled, making his way back to the bar.

September 14, 1944: ALDBOURNE, ENGLAND

(Y/n) awoke with a groan, hearing dull raps from the front door beneath her. Each knock was like a drum banging inside her skull as she made her way down the stairs. The family she was staying with was on a weekend vacation, and she was thankful their children wouldn’t see her so hungover.

(Y/n) opened the door, squinting at the bright sunlight. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah,” a kind voice replied. Lip.

Her eyes widened. “Sorry, Car, I didn’t realize it was you.”

“It’s alright,” he began softly. “You weren’t at the pub last night, so I wanted to let you know we’re moving out again.”

Already?.

“Okay. Thanks, Lip,” (y/n) nodded, eyes sinking to the floor as she closed the door.

Great.

September 17, 1944: Operation Market Garden

As Easy Company sat in ditches along the road to Eindhoven, an eerie silence hung in the air. Sure, Allied intelligence suspected the Krauts in the country were mostly old men and kids, but the paratroopers were on their toes, ready for whatever would come next.

(Y/n) was sandwiched between George and Skip, who were grumbling back and forth about a failed darts game the night before.

“Will you two shut up, please?” She laughed softly. “I can’t even hear myself think.”

George smirked, adjusting his helmet. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

A squadron of Allied aircraft roared overhead, and soon after, they approached the town. A window opened, and (y/n) motioned for everyone to get down as she crouched beside a fence. The person pulled out a long orange banner and tied it around the window.

“Okay, hold your fire,” Bull appeared behind them, cigar hanging from his lips.

Staring at the town above her M-1 sight, a deep pang of worry shot through her stomach. Something didn’t feel right.

The paratroopers couldn’t believe their eyes as the people of Eindhoven celebrated their liberation from the German occupation. Bright orange flags flew from every window, and (y/n) found herself smiling at the pure joy that oozed from the town.

(Y/n) and George had gotten separated from the rest of their squad in the crowd as they dodged kisses from the locals. Well, (y/n) dodged their kisses. After a few girls tried to land a smooch on her lips, she removed her helmet, showing she was a woman. Soon the town's men caught on and were trying to do the same.

She tried to push through the crowd as quickly as possible staving off any attempts from them. Looking behind her, she groaned at the empty spot where George had been. “George,” she called, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Luz! Come on!”

A few seconds later, he appeared to her right, fresh red lipstick smeared across his lips that were quirked into a wide grin.

“Gosh, (y/n). Can’t a guy have some fun?” He joked, wiping his mouth with his hand.

Turning around, she rolled her eyes and made her way through an opening in the crowd only to be pulled to the side by her arm. “Hey!”

A familiar Philly accent filled her ears. “Come get in this picture, (y/n)!”

Babe pulled her through the crowd, and George followed, kissing as many girls as he could along the way.

“There they are!” Chuck yelled, throwing his arm around a blonde.

George and Babe stood behind a few kids wearing orange hats and waving flags, all smiling from ear to ear. A wide smile grew on (y/n)’s face as she knelt beside the kids, placing her helmet on the little girl's head beside her. The helmet tipped down, covering the girl’s face except for her crooked, snaggle-toothed smile. (Y/n) quickly fixed it for her, and to her surprise, the little girl threw herself in the woman’s arms. Fighting off tears, she sniffled and hugged the girl back before pointing to the camera.

“Smile, everybody!” (Y/n) announced.

The picture was taken with a click, and (y/n)’s eyes wandered to the left of the cameraman.

She froze, her face falling. Time slowed as she watched the scene unfold before her. A local woman with long, flowing chestnut hair and a confident stride approached Lew. (Y/n) squinted to get a better look, her heart pounding. She watched in disbelief as the stranger reached up and placed a hand on Lew’s cheek, drawing him closer. The world around (y/n) seemed to blur as the stranger’s lips met Lew’s, and they kissed, and he didn't pull away.

Time seemed to stand still for (y/n). She couldn’t comprehend what she was witnessing. Her mind raced with questions.

Why was Lew kissing her?

Her hands clenched into fists, and tears welled up in her eyes. (Y/n) felt like a statue, unable to move or speak as the painful scene played out before her. She knew she had no right to be jealous, but not so deep down, she wished it were her instead. Her heart ached, and her stomach churned with anger, jealousy, and sadness.

George tapped her shoulder, his brows furrowed. “(Y/l/n)? You alright?”

Following her line of sight, he found what she was fixated on and softly sighed.

“He’s an idiot, (y/n/n). Come on,” he murmured, hoisting her up by her arm.

She stood and blinked away angry tears that filled her vision. She knew she had no right to be jealous, but not so deep down, she wished it were her.

A small voice below her broke her train of thought. “Dank,” the little girl nodded, holding out (y/n)’s helmet. She forced a smile and took it from the girl.

George tugged her arm softly, pulling her in the opposite direction of Nix. She blindly followed in a haze, her mind muddied with hurtful thoughts. Townsfolk grabbed at her jacket as she and George made their way to the main town square where 2nd platoon was meeting.

She was snapped out of her mind by the sound of screams. Her head moved on a swivel trying to find the sound’s source. Spotting a circle of citizens up ahead, she pushed past George quickly, squeezing her way through a few men to see inside the circle.

Before her, half-naked women were on their knees, crying as their hair was roughly shaved, leaving them with blood streaking down their necks and faces. Two Dutch resistance fighters bumped past (y/n) with another petrified woman in their arms. They threw her down and began to rip the clothes off her body. (Y/n)’s eyes narrowed as a burning sensation filled her chest.

“Hey!” She cried, shoving one of them away from the woman. “That’s enough!”

The man recovered swiftly, but (y/n) didn’t give up. Unable to bend her to his will, he resorted to dirty tactics, shoving her forcefully and causing her to stumble and fall to the hard cobblestone street with a thud.

“Stomme meid,” he spat.

Stupid girl.

Her unclasped helmet skidded a few feet away as her head came in contact with the road. The impact knocked the wind out of her, leaving her momentarily gasping for breath.

For a few seconds, everyone’s eyes were on the (y/n), then all hell let loose. Easy’s men were trying to get to her with enraged shouts but were unable to get through the crowd. With great effort, (y/n) pushed herself up off the ground, her face flushed but her spirit unbroken. She looked the man squarely in the eyes, refusing to show fear despite the pain in her chest.

The man leered down at her with a smirk as he switched to heavily accentuated English. “Maybe we should teach you a less-”

(Y/n) lost all self-control as her arm reeled back ready to swing, but someone grabbed it tightly and tried to pull her away from the man. Seeing a flash of dark hair, she knew it was him, and her fury only grew. (Y/n) resisted, her heart pounding with adrenaline.

“No, Nix!” She protested, her voice filling with fiery determination. She wriggled free from his grasp for a moment, her eyes still locked onto the resistance fighters. “Let go of me! They can’t do this! We can’t let them do this!”

He stepped in front of (y/n), blocking her view of the confrontation, and looked deeply into her eyes. “(Y/n), I know, all right? I wish we could, but we can’t do anything about it.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, she tried to push past him only to hear a tone he had never used with her before.

“Stop! That’s an order, (y/l/n),” he gritted, his heart squeezing in his chest at the words.

(Y/n) stared at the Officer in disbelief.

How dare he not help these poor women?

Tears filled her eyes for the second time that day as she took one more look at the poor woman on the ground. “I’m sorry,” she whispered before shoving her way back through the crowd.

Lew’s eyes followed her until she disappeared into the mob. Sighing, he ran a hand down his face.

What a difference a few days can bring.

One of the men behind him spoke. “She’s a lively one, no?”

“Shut it,” Nix snapped, scooping (y/n)’s discarded helmet off the street.

When he found Dick, Harry, and Buck, he handed the helmet to her platoon leader. “It’s (y/n)’s.”

Buck took it with a nod as the four officers watched the British Armored Division come rumbling down the street.

It was going to be a long operation.

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