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Finders Keepers - Capt Ronald Speirs x Nurse!OFC

Summary: Lt. Elaine Walker is apparently the only nurse in her unit not terrified of the new Easy Company CO. As such she gets to know him just a little bit better than anyone else.

Warnings: All of my content is considered 18+ only, slow burn, fluff, eventual relationship, secret relationship, not so secret relationship, flirting in the middle of a war, smoking and drinking, allusions to sex canon typical language, violence and events.

Disclaimer: this work is based on the HBO series Band of Brothers and is in no way meant to disrespect the real heroes of Easy Co.

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She woke up all but burrowed under the covers, warmer and cozier than she'd been in longer than she could remember. On the verge of sleep and waking something was nagging at her. Fighting to stay asleep she wrapped her fist tighter around the edge of the blankets, giving them a tug.

The blankets came freely and she burrowed deeper into her pillow. The one hand she had out in the cool air of the room reached out to the other side of the mattress and stretched out the stiffness. That was when she realized what had awoken her in the first place.

Cigarette smoke.

Reluctantly she cracked her eyes open, it was still dark, the night air was cool and quiet.

"Over here." Ron broke the silence. HIs voice was smooth and quiet, barely disturbing the darkness.

Once her eyes adjusted to the light Elaine saw the cherry red end of his cigarette, "Come back to bed."

"Go back to sleep." HIs voice stayed just as hushed as before, the end of his cigarette glowed brighter for a moment.

"I will." She stretched her entire body and chased after sleep once again. "When you come back to bed."

Across the room he huffed out a silent laugh and took one last, long drag on his cigarettle. In the dark his steps were noiseless and only the faintest shape of him was visible, a silouhette as he passed in front of the moonlit window.

Her eyes had slipped closed once again, only opening when the bed dipped with his weight. She sighed contently as he slid under the blankets beside her once again. Once he was settled he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. "You enjoy bossing your CO around Walker."

Eyes closed and a sleepy smile on her face she rested her head on his chest. "Technically, you're not my CO."

That earned her another huff, a laugh, or as close as it would get. "That so?" His fingers stroked up her bare back. "Pretty sure your chief is reporting to me while your unit is still attached to Easy."

She felt his eyes peering down at her, could imagine the look on his face. Keeping her own eyes closed she chose not to respond.

The next time he spoke the words were whispered directly in her ear, "That would make me your commanding officer," He ducked his head to place a kiss behind her ear, "Technically."

Laney chuckled and pressed herself tighter against him, dropped a kiss of her own against his chest. Followed quickly by her teeth nipping at his pec. "Wise ass."

Ron hissed a little at her sharp teeth, but only retaliated by rolling them over so he was on his side and her back was flush against his chest. "Thought I told you to go back to sleep." He whispered against her ear again,

She settled back against him and hummed. letting her eyes slip closed. "What woke you up?"

His arms around her and his face pressed against the back of her neck he kissed her there. "Just a dream."

"Same one?"

Behind her Ron only hummed.

During the day he was a man of few words for the most part. Being promoted to Captain apparantly hadn't changed that much from what she heard. But, here in Austria, especially with her, he would losen up some. One of those times, late at night, laying in bed together he had told her about his nightmares.

Most of the men had them, she knew that all too well. The boys that came into the aid stations, the hospitals, they all trembled, moaned, sometimes screamed in their sleep. She had seen it plenty of times. They would startle awake. Their sleep haunted, dreams of earth exploding, shells raining down, the images of their friends bloody and mangled beside them..

Captain Speirs was no exception.

"Go back to sleep." Rons voice was even softer as he pulled the blankets up closer around them and settled in.

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"Captain Speirs, Sir?"

Speirs turned around, "What?" he snapped, already sick of people coming and asking him stupid questions.

"SIr, the nurse corps is asking where to set up." The soldier standing in front of him stared blankly as he waited for orders.

Speirs breathed deep through his nose and glanced out the grimey, half shattered window, "Take three men and clear a building across the street."

"Yessir." The boy left to do as he was told.

Less than an half an hour later, as he leaned on the back of the couch talking to a shivering, coughing Lipton, Speirs was once again interrupted.

~~~

When the chief nurse came to them they were unloading the last of the supplies. "Captain Winters is requesting someone to report to company E CP, they have men there that need attention."

Elaine and the other nurses stopped what they were doing. One of them spoke up, "Why can't they just come here? We are almost set up."

The chief nurse simply stared back at them, "Apparantly they're too busy."

"Isn't that what medics are for?" Another girl asked.

"Will one of you please, just go report to Captain Speirs. Don't make me order you."

The girls all exchanged a look. "Captain Speirs, ma'am?" Even the nurse corp had heard the stories. Boys coming into feild hospitals and aid stations were full of them. The nurses had all heard of the infamous Captain Speirs by now.

"Yes, Captain Speirs. He's the Easy Company commanding officer."

Glancing amongst themselves the nurses remained silent. After a long, tense moment Elaine jumped down from the truck with a humph and grabbed her kit, "I'll go Teresa." She slung her bag over her shoulder and took a look around at the wide eyes staring at her. With a snort she added, "I could use a cigarette anyway."

Laney ignroed the snickering and whispering behind her as she jogged across the street. Stepping quicker at the sound of artillery screaming overhead. Once she made it across the street to the company CP she ducked inside as a shell hit somewhere nearby.

The men looked up as she entered. One of them standing behind the couch looked her over as he stood to his full height, "Aid station is set up across the way."

Laney squared up to the Captain from across the room, "I'm well aware SIr. I've been sent to see to someone here."

The man on the couch sat up a ittle straighter, fighting back a coughing fit. "See who?" A shiver rolled through him as soon as he finished talking.

With a snort and a hint of a smile Laney shrugged out of her satchel and walked over to the couch, "I'm willing to bet that'd be you Sargent." Kneeling down beside him she gave him a quick once over and felt at his cheek and forehead. "You should be laying down somewhere trooper."

"Exactly what I said." Speirs spoke up from behind the couch, his eyes meeting hers and his lips twitching the slightest bit as though he may smile if he weren't careful. "In the back. Let her take a look at you Lip, that's an order."

With a cough and a little help, Sargent Lipton got to his feet, taking the blanket with him. "Yes Sir."

Speirs nodded to Lip and then looked back to Laney, "What's your name, Nurse?"

Laney shot him a look, "Lieutenant."

"Your name is Lieutenant?" His lips twitched again.

"My rank." She wrapped Liptons arm over her shoulders and picked up her bag. "If you'll excuse us, Sir?"

Speirs' eyes were dark and he did finally crack the barest of smiles as he nodded his approval, "Lieutenant. Lip, get some rest."

"Sir." Lip nodded and together he and Laney headed for the back of the building.

At the door Laney tugged Lipton to a stop and turned back to Speirs, "Say Captain, got any cigarettes?" Lip jerked his head up to look at her in surprise.

Back in the main room Speirs met her gaze with an honest to God smirk, "Fresh out."

~~~

Later that evening, when Laney had finally finished with the officers and non-coms and their multitudes of 'minor' ailments they'd all been dutifully ignoring, she was surprised to find that Speirs was still there.

He sat in relative darkness, save for the one kerosene lamp turned down low in the corner. His eyes were closed and he was slouched back in his chair, one muddy boot kicked up on the desk. Laney thought he must be asleep so she stepped quietly past him.

"Lieutenant Walker." Laney stopped in her tracks, not questioning how he'd gotten her name, and turned back towards the desk he'd moved into the corner and away from the windows. Now his eyes were wide open but his posture remained the same. "Captain."

Speirs seemed to be studying her intently for a long moment. "How are the men?"

Taking a breath, forcing herself to relax, Laney kept her voice down to match his, "Wore out." She took a few steps closer, "To say the least."

He nodded. "A little out of uniform aren't you Lietenant?" His eyes held hers, a hint of something in them. He looked her up and down, taking in the state of her dress.

A pair of hand me down jump trousers and a four pocket jacket a size or two too big over layers against the cold. She carried a bag like a medic, noticeably emptier than it was when she arrived, a battered helmet with the red cross peeling on one side . He saw a pair of fingerless gloves tucked in the utility belt she had cinched around her waist and noticed that the brown leather was stained darker with blood.

Laney rolled her eyes and cocked her hip, "Well, Sir, a white dress and stalkings don't fair too well on the line."

Speirs chuckled. "Appreciate you taking care of them."

"It's what I'm here for." She spared him a smile. "How 'bout you Captain?"

"How about me?" Foot still propped on his desk he crossed his arms, smirking again like he had earlier.

"Need me to take a look at anything?" She nodded his direction for emphasis.

Speris shook his head, "I'm doin' just fine Lieutenant." He held her gaze for a moment and eventually bobbed his head towards the door, "Go get some rest."

"Yes sir." She hiked her bag higher on her shoulder and turned to leave, "Good night Captain."

"Good night Lieutenant." At the door she stopped, and dug through one of her jacket pockets until she pulled out a crumpled pack of Lucky Strikes. She tossed them to the Captain and chuckled when he had to quickly uncross hs arms to catch them. "Laney."

Speirs held up the pack of smokes in thanks, "Ron."

He watched her smile and then disappear out the door. Once she was gone he chuckled to himself and pulled a cigarette out of the pack and lit it. He was still smiling when he stuffed the pack in his pocket, recrossed his arms and closed his eyes again.

~~~

When Easy moved out of Haguenau, Laney and the other nurses hung back with the rest of the support staff. At least until they could receive word from Easy and the rest of the battalion that Sturzelburg was secure enough for them to enter. Once they had received the all clear they rolled in with their jeeps and trucks.

At the center of town they dismounted and it was Lieutenant Elaine Walker that was once again sent to the CP. After their group of nurses had linked up with Easy on the other side of the French/German border Lieutenant Walker had been designated the unofficial go between for the Nurse Corp and Easy Company. The other nurses were still hesitant to approach the Company CO.

They apparently weren't so scared of him that they didn't gossip about him plenty. Speirs, Nixon, Winters... Of course any of them would volunteer to go to Nixon or Major Winters in a heartbeat, bicker for the chance even. Captain Speirs on the other hand, well, Laney was the lucky one. Not that she minded all that much anymore, if she were telling the truth. Her interactions with the Captain were limited but they got on well enough. Quite well actually.

Laney approached a group of soliders congregated on the steps of one of the shops. "Any of y'all seen Captain Speirs?"

The lot of them stood up a little straighter. One with southern accent, much thicker than her own, spoke up, "Yes ma'am, he's clearing houses down that way." He pointed down the street.

With her thanks Laney headed down the street. She finally found him in the fourth house she checked. He was jogging down the stairs with a trayful of treasures. "Lieutenant Walker." Speirs spared her a fraction of a smile as he stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

Laney chuckled as she walked over to see what he'd found. "Captain." She plucked the silver tray dangling from one hand out of his grasp and studied it. Flipping it over and over watching the way the sun bounced off the surface.

"Have they set you up somewhere yet?" He moved to prop a hip on the table.

"Not yet. We just rolled in." She set the platter down and continued to peer through his newest collection. "You've been busy." Laney picked up an intricate, decorative hair comb and admired it. Her fingertips tracing the delicate, silver flower petals. It was the kind that was too pretty to be used.

Speirs huffed out a laugh, "I'll have the boys clear a house for you. Help you ladies get up and running."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Told you," He ducked his head slightly to catch her eye, "Call me Ron." He was grinning when he said it and he grinned a little wider when he caught her smiling down at the floor.

Laney looked at him out the corner of her eye, "Right... Ron." She turned to face him, still holding the silver comb. "How much of this stuff you sent home already?"

His face remained the same as he shrugged. "A little here and there."

She chuckled, "Mhmm, a little." Laney took one last look at the comb and set it down carefully back on the tray. "Who should I find? To get us a building?" She noticed the way his eyes flicked from the movement of her hands back to her face. The fact she could get away with snooping through his loot without retribution pleased her more than it should.

Speirs smirked, stood up straight and situated his grip on the tray full of treasures. "I'll grab some men."

"What about your treasures here?" She pointed.

His face sobered slightly, "We'll stop on the way." He nodded toward the second tray she'd left on the table, signaling for her to make herself useful.

When she reached for the empty tray a noise upstairs caught her attention, stopped her in her tracks. Her head tipped back she looked up at the floor above them. It was pretty obvious what the source of the noise was and Laney pulled her lips between her teeth, trying not to laugh. "Glad everyone else is enjoying themselves."

She walked towards the door where Speirs was waiting and she tried not to turn too red when her gaze met his for a second too long. She felt his eyes on her as she walked out of the building in front of him but him nearly getting ran over by the jeep broke the tension as she tried and failed not to laugh.

His scowl was half hearted but no less effective as he pointed her towards the APO.

Laney also couldn't help but notice the way the soldiers jumped out of his way or the looks they gave her as she followed him in. She was still staring them down on their way out the door when Ron sat his loot down on the counter for the private.

WIth one hand he set the two packs of smokes down and with the other deftly grabbed the comb off the tray to sneak it back in his pocket. "Laney."

She spun around and chuckled when he pointed to the tray she still held. Laney handed it over and stayed in the same spot as Ron conducted his business.

When he was done he turned to leave and had made it to the door, his hand settled on her back to guide her out when the private had spoken up.

Laney had stiffened slightly under his hand. He'd never touched her before and while it was unfamiliar it was not unpleasant. His hand stayed there as he looked back to the Private and had given him that unsettling smile. "Finders keepers." Rons fingers had flexed at her back as he'd said it and then he had ushered her out the door.

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Laney had followed the low murmur of mens voices and smell of cigarette smoke down the stairs where battalion had set up HQ.

When she found the source Lipton was the first one to notice her, "Evening ma'am."

Speirs looked up from his cards, lips twitching as he gave her a nod.

Harry gave her a big smile, "Lieutenant Walker! Lovely night ain't it."

She chuckled as she stepped further into the room, "Isn't it past you boys bed time?"

"Mom said we could stay up late, as long as we finished our schoolwork and brushed our teeth." Harry giggled at his own joike.

Laney glanced around the table. Harry had quite the collection of bottles beside him, Lip a single bottle of half drank beer and the Captain had an empty bottle and a coffee cup in front of him, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers.

Speirs was the one to question her, face unreadable but his eyes searching hers, "What brings you by Lieutenant?"

Hands braced on the back of Harrys chair she shrugged, "Dropping of requisition forms, hard to get paperwork done furing the day." She held Rons gaze a moment longer before she broke away, "So, who's winning?" She looked over Harry's shoulder and gave him a consoling pat on the arm, "Obviously not Lieutenant Welsh here."

Harry groaned as Lipton laughed and Ron raised again. "I'm out." He dropped his cards face down on the table. "That's just plain rude."

Laney laughed and threw the other two men a wink. "Y'all stay out of trouble." She turned to leave but Liptons voice stopped her in the doorway.

"You play cards Lieutenant?"

She turned to look back at him, momentarily distracted by watching Rons hand shuffle the deck of cards. "Better than Harry." They all shared a laugh and she watched as Ron started to deal. Harry grrumbled but Speirs and Lip both smiled.

"Have a seat." Ron flicked his eyes up to hers as he dealt.

"Don't have any cash."

"Use Nix's." Ron had already dealt her a hand at Nixons empty seat. He quirked his lips into a smile, cigarette dangling between them as he spoke, "He won't miss it."

After a moment of hesitation she smiled, "Sure." and made her way around the table to take Nixons empty seat.

Lip stood up, "Care for a drink ma'am?" already on his way to grab her a beer.

"You can call me Elaine, you know that right?" Laney smiled as she sat down, and couln't help but catch the look on Ron's face.

He hid a smile by taking a long drag on the end of his cigarette, obviously pleased he was still the only one that got to call her Laney. Hands dealt, fresh cigarettes lit and a bottle of beer in front of her, Ron looked up and gave her smirk, "Ladies first."

A couple hours later Laney collected her most recent winnings with a giggle much to the disdain of the men around her.

"This is your fault." Harry stabbed a wavering finger in Liptons direction.

"Not his fault you're a shit card player." Laney smiled as she straightened out the dollar bills and added them to her stack. The couple beers she'd had were hitting her and she was enjoying herself.

Lip was glassy eyed and grinning as he collected the cards to reshuffle.

Ron had finished his coffee then had one more drink himsefl. His eyes were still sharp but he was slouched back in his chair and had run his hand through his hair enough it was hanging over his brow as it sometimes did. "Don't be a sore loser Welsh."

"Easy for you to say, she didn't take all your money." Harry groused as he scowled at his empty beer bottle.

"Not all of it." Ron smirked at her as she folded her winnings neatly and pushed back from the table.

"Wait, where you going?" Lip looked up mid-shuffle.

"Gentleman, it's been fun, but I think I'm gonna call it a night." Laney smiled wide as she pocketed the cash she had collected.

"Not gonna walk off with Nix's money are you?" Ron looked up at her, still with a smirk on his face.

"Like you said, he won't miss it." She pushed her chair in and waved them all a, "Good night."

Ron sat up straighter, "Where are you billeted?"

Laney leaned on the back of the chair, tipsy enough she had to think for a second, "We have a house, other side of town."

WIth a glance at his watch, Ron pursed his lips and snubbed out his cigarette. "It's late, I'll walk you."

As the two of them left the room Lip and Welsh exchanged a look, a long and knowing look.

~~~

The girls were exhausted, all of them sitting around the long, dining room table eating in silence. After the things they had seen that day outside of Lansburg, none of them had much to say. Or much of an appetite for that matter.

Laney was sitting about halfway down on one side. Staring at the meal they had scrounged together for themselves. She couldn't bring herself to eat any of it though. Not after that.

All of them startled slghtly at the sound of the heavy front door opening. They all seemed to hold their breath while they waited. A moment later Captain Speirs and Lieutenant Lipton appeared in the entryway. Both of them just as exhausted as the rest of them.

Their chief nurse stood up to greet the officers.

Lipton offered a brave attempt at a smile. Speirs merely nodded, "Ma'am. Can you spare one of the nurses?"

Teresa, the chief nurse, asked "Has something happened?" The fear of what else they could possible have found evident in her voice.

"Nothing ma'am." Captain Speirs removed his helmet and shoved his sweat soaked hair back, "Our medics are all still at the camp and, well," He exchanged a glance with Lip, "I'd just feel better if someone could take a look at a few of my men."

WIthout a single word every eye in the room turned on Elaine. With closed eyes she took a deep, fortifying breath. Then she pushed back from her untouched plate and stood on tired legs. "I'll go." She didn't spare a look at her fellow nurses as she walked past them all to grab her coat and bag from the hooks by the door. Shrugging into the jacket she turned to Speirs and Lipton, "Lead the way." The men both nodded and replaced their helmets on their heads.

~~~

If Laney thought she was exhausted after a day of assisting at the camp, then she was well and truly done for after the evening of taking care of the shocky servicemen.

There was no class or training they had been given to know how to care for the young men that saw the atrocities that had been found that day. She had done the best that she could but it felt wholly inadequate.

She had stopped in the sitting room of the home in use as the CP and dropped her bag and helmet on the floor by one of the overly ornate sofas before dropping herself onto it with a pathetic groan. Her intention had just been to sit for a moment, but then as she sat her muscles turned to jelly and her eyes became heavy. Almost without thought she stretched out to lay down.

Laney jumped awake a short while later with a start. Heart pounding in her chest and blood rushing in her ears, her eyes flew open. What had awoken her was the weight of a blanket settling over her. Once her vision cleared she saw that it was Speirs who was laying the blanket down.

"What's wrong?" She started but was cut short.

Speirs shook his head. "Nothing." and then put a firm, reassuring hand on her shoulder to keep her from sitting up. She had a fleeting thought that his eyes looked softer, almost sweeter than she'd ever seen them.

He was also closer to her than he'd ever been before. His hair was still a disheveled mess and his face looked as tired as she felt. For some reason, possibly the exhaustion, she did not argue or ask futher questions. Instead she closed her eyes and sunk back into the couch.

Before she drifted off to sleep again she felt the blanket as it was pulled back over her and the warmth of a hand smoothing over back.

When she woke she could tell she had not moved an inch, the blanket wrapped tight around her as she huddled on the couch that wasn't nearly as comfortable as it had felt when she first dozed off on it the night before. As she sat up the thin wool blanket pooled around her waist and every bone in her body ached.

Without much of a thought she draped the blanket over the back of the couch, collected her bag and helmet off the ground, and left to head back to the building where they had set up the hospital. It was when she ran into one of the other nurses in the street that she learned Hitler had committed suicide.

The end was in sight at last

~~~

Later, in the back of a jeep following along behind Easy company on their way to Berchtesgaden, Laney sat with with her knees bent and her boots braced against the back of the seat in front of her.

The country was beautiful and the morning chill in the air invigorating to their tired bodies and souls. For somethhing to do more than anythng she shoved her hands in the pockets of her jacket and tipped her head back, intending to take a nap.

There was something in her pocket she didn't immediatly recognize. At first she thought it might be a pair of scissors she forgot to put back in her bag. The touch of cool metal against her fingers led her to believe, but it didn't feel quite right. When she pulled the item from her pocket her breath actually caught in her throat.

In her palm lay the beautiful silver comb she had been admiring from among Captain Speirs loot back in Sturzelburg. The one with the intricate flower adorning the handle.

On reflex she cloesd her fingers around the comb and shoved it back in her pocket before the other girls in the jeep could see. The whole rest of the way to Germany her mind spun. Had he given it to her? When though? Surely she'd remember. Last she had seen it she had laid it carefully on the tray with the rest of his haul. He must of snuck it in her pocket. Then she remembered.

The night after they had found that camp, she had fallen asleep on the couch and woken up to him, Ron, giving her a blanket.

Inside her pocket she couldn't stop running her fingers over the intricate engraving on the body of the comb. She also could not stop herself from thinking about Captain Speirs.

Once they were in Berchesgarten everything went fast. Once the town itself was clear, an easy feat for the boys as it was mostly abondoned, the nurse corp got to work setting up the aid station in a floor of the hotel.

Laney hadn't seen Speirs since they arrived but she tracked him down easily enough that afternoon. She found him on a balcony of the hotel smoking a cigarette with his back to the railing and his thompson leaned up beside him. He looked up at her as she came out onto the balcony.

For a moment he looked like he was going to say something but with a smirk laney just leaned against the door and held the comb up for him to see. Instead of whatever he had been about to say he just smiled and dragged on his cigarette. "Where'd you get that?"

Her eyes flicked to the back of her head quickly before she put the comb back in her pocket. "That's what I've been wondering." She crossed the small balcony to lean against the railing beside him.

He held her gaze for a long moment. Smirking when she didn't look away from him. "Finders keepers."

Finishing the rest of his cigarette Speirs stood up straight. He was closer now and she had to look up slightly to look him in the eye.

Rather than say anything else Laney placed one hand on his jaw and stood on her toes to kiss him on the opposite cheek. "Thank you Ron."

When she pulled back Ron still had that easy smirk on his face as he gazed down at her. Rather than admit to anything he gave her a wink and headed back inside. At the doors he paused and turned back to her "We're down a medic."

Her blank stare was her only response.

"Easy is going up there." He nodded towards the Eagle's Nest and then back down to Laney. "Wanna come with us?" Speirs shrugged, "Just in case."

He was doing that thing again. Where his stare was dark and calculating but the very corner of his lips twitched like he was holding back a smile.

Laney slouched back against the railing, "Just in case." She repeated his own words back to him.

With a nod Speirs said, "C'mon." And so that was how she found herself in the back of a jeep as it climbed its way up the switchback roads of an Alpine mountain. Creeping ever closer to the supposed last Nazi stronghold.

At the top of the mountain the first few men of Easy company were at the door staging to enter by the time Laney jumped down out of the jeep behind Speirs. Halfway to the door Speirs put a hand to her elbow and stopped her in her tracks. "Here. Stay close," He left his hand on her a moment longer than necessary, "Just in case."

Laney snorted, "Yeah. Just in case."

Speirs gave her a nod, nudged her behind him and the others. After the first group of soldiers were through the door she followed them in.

For her part Laney just looked around. Keeping within sight of at least one of the men at all times. It was almost on accident that she stumbled upon the room with the three dead Nazi officers. She wasn't sure how long she had been standing in the doorway when Speirs appeared behind her.

She flinched a little, snapped out of her daze, but stilled when she felt his hand in the middle her back. He guided her further into the room so he could step past her and one by one kicked over the bodies, his pistol at the ready in one hand, though it was obvious he wouldn't need it.

As he knelt down by one of them Laney circled the room. She came to a stop in front of a desk to one side and decided to take a hint from the others, so she started rummaging. Not much caught her eye other than a silver cigarette case she found with the Nazi eagle on it and a set of fountain pens. The others could take the big stuff. At least this way she could say she brought something back with her.

When she turned back towards Speirs he was digging through the last German's pockets, but his eyes were on her and he had a smirk on his face.

Laney shoved her trinkets in an inside jacket pocket and shrugged, "Finders keepers. Right?"

WIth a nod he jerked something out from under the dead mans torso and stood up. Speirs took his own sidearm and slipped it into its holster before holding the luger up between them. As he walked back towards her he dropped the magazine out of a Luger he had apparently found, checked the chamber and slammed the magazine back home. "Here." He came to stand directly in front of her and offered her the pistol.

She must have looked as uncertain as she felt because he spoke up. "How many nurses you think get the chance to take a German officers sidearm home as a souvenir?" He nodded to her and gestured to the handgun again.

It felt strange in her hands. She was smart enough to know that the officer Ron had found this gun on had used it to take his own life. It felt wrong, but Ron was right. "You don't want it?"

He smirked, "I've got plenty." and took the Luger from her before grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around so he could stow it in her bag for her. When he spun her back around he kept his voice down, "Don't let anyone know you got that."

Laney nodded and without another word between them he led her out the door. At the door a loud, echoing pop caused Laney to flinch. Her hand jumped out to fist in Rons sleeve and she took half step backwards.

Ron tensed slightly but breathed out a sigh of exasperation, his right hand smoothing up and down her back as he coaxed her forward into the main hall. Where they found Malarkey swigging straight from a champagne bottle.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself as Ron sent the trooper out to guard the entrance until WInters could arrive. For a moment Laney couldn't help but get lost in his eyes and the way he turned back to look at her. There was something in them she couldn't put a finger on. She knew what she hoped it was and for a moment she felt her body lean in, caught the way those hard eyes softened, and then another loud pop had her heart jumping up into her throat again. Once again she flinched and grabbed ahold of Rons jacket, the front of it this time as she broke into giggles.

"Your boys are gonna kill me, I swear." She berated herself for being so jumpy.

Ron put his hand on her again and looked unmistakably irritated, "Not if I kill them first." He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he gave her side a comforting squeeze. When he saw her still smiling he relaxed a little. He heard Welsh and Nixon, their voices carrying well through the castle like halls. Eyes still just as dark, but with a little less murder in them, Ron spared her a grin. "Stay and celebrate?"

Her heart in her throat again Laney released her death grip on the front of his jacket and returned his smile. "I better head back. They were still setting up BAS when I left."

WIth a slow blink, as if to collect himself, Ron nodded and seemed to wait until the last possible second to remove his hand from her waist. He had just let her go when Nix entered the room to order all champagne bottles be rounded up for questioning, at once.

Laney chuckled and shook her head, "Y'all try not to have too much fun." She smiled at Ron and then turned to leave, patting Nixon on the shoulder as she passed by.

~~~

Ronald Speirs was not the kind of officer made to sit at a desk. He despised it and tried to avoid it at all costs. Now that the Nazis had surrendered however, he found he spent much more time doing exactly that than he did running into the fire. He'd prefer that.

He was leaning on his desk, staring at reports when there was a knock at his door. "Enter." He didn't look up when the door opened. He didn't look up until whoever had come into his office had gone a long moment without speaking. So, annoyed, he stood up straight to address them.

The sight of Lieutenant Elaine Walker in her dress uniform stopped him with his mouth hanging open. The scowl wiped right off his face.

She was biting back a smile by the time he squared himself away.

"Good to see you in proper attire finally, Lieutenant." If his gaze lingered a little too long anywhere she apparantly wasn't going to call him out on it.

"Glad you approve, Sir." She nearly chuckled as she stood before him.

It wasn't that Speirs wasn't used to seeing other nurses on the line in scrounged, patched, borrowed gear. It was also plenty common to see them running around in the more practical uniform of trousers and shirts. So common that Ron hadn't really stopped to consider the alternative.

"God, you are beautiful." He threw pretense out the window. The war was as good as over. They were safe in Austria.

To her credit, as surprised as she appeared to be, Laney laughed. Smiled bright with flushed cheeks. "Glad you finally noticed."

Speirs chuckled, leaned back to sit against the edge of his desk like he had been when she had first entered his office.

"Oh I noticed before but..." He trailed off, honestly not sure how to finish his thought.

Across the room Laney leaned against the doorjam, still smiling. "Amazing what a skirt and pair of heels can do. Isn't it?"

Ron licked his lips and looked down to the floor, chuckling softly. "Unless you prefer your girls in boots and baggy pants." She was poking fun at him now, enjoying her upperhand.

"Come up here just to torture me Lieutenant?" He looked back to her out the corner of his eye, doing his best to sound stern.

She stood up straight, "No Sir, but it is fun." Laney approached him and his desk. She came to a halt a respectable distance away. "The others are still too scared to talk to you." They shared a smile. "Came up to see if Easy was going to require our unit full time or if we could help out the hospital they have set up in town. They need help prepping wounded to relocate or ship back to the states."

Speirs sobered slightly and crossed his arms. "Don't think second Battalion will be seeing much action anytime soon. Surely the hospital needs you more than we do." He seemed regretful to say it, "I'll check with Winters, but I see no harm in it."

"Yes Sir, thank you." Laney nodded and stood up straight, gave him a small, sincere smile. "It's been an honor Captain. For all of us."

Speirs nodded. Looked her in the eye and returned her smile. With a final nod and a click of her heels she turned towards the door and headed to leave.

Ron decided to push his luck just a little further. He stood up straight and called after her, "Laney."

She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, but didn't say anything. Just gave him that same, easy smile.

He closed the distance between them and appreciated the fact that even though his strides were purposeful she stood her ground. When he stood in front of her finally he looked her over once more and then settled his gaze on hers. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to.

By the time his hand had moved to cup her jaw, her gorgeous green eyes had slipped closed and her lips parted for him as soon as his mouth covered hers. He was about to pull back, keep it brief, when she moaned. A tiny, sweet little sound in the back of her throat and Ron decided he wasn't done yet. He slid his hand around from cupping her cheek to hold her by the back of the neck.

That action caused her to lean into him, her hands braced against his chest as their kiss escalated. Finally regaining the little bit control he'd let slip, Ron pulled away from her. Keeping her close with the hand still cradling the back of her neck.

WIth her eyes still closed Laney whined the slightest bit at the loss, the fingers of her right hand fisting into the fabric of his shirt. Ron had to close his eyes and breathe deep.

He allowed himself one more, a soft pass over her lips as he held her chin by his thumb and forfinger. This time when they seperated her eyes were open and she was smiling.

Her eyes locked on his for a moment before she licked her lips and chuckled, "I should go before they start to worry what you might have done to me."

All Ron could do was chuckle and nod. Then kiss her one more time.

"Ron..." She returned the kiss and then chased after another, "I really should go."

He hummed an affirmative just as he pulled her back into him. Smiling into this one, final, kiss as she started to laugh. "You better go."

Laney nodded, rolling her eyes a bit as she pushed away from him. "Y'know..." She backed towards the door, "It's only a five, maybe ten minute drive into town from here."

Ron wached her like a hawk as she backed away from him. Her pupils still dark and wide, her cheeks a pretty pink. He pursed his lips and nodded, "Good to know."

God help him and his unholy thoughts as he watched her wink and turn away from him to finally walk out of his office. He kept his eyes on her backside until all that remained was the sound of her heels clicking down the halls.

Mind spinning with the possibiliies he reached into his shirt pocket for his smokes and frowned when he came up empty handed. He swtiched and reached into his other pocket but no luck. He finally cracked a wide smile and laughed quietly to himself as he looked out the empty doorway. With a shake of his head he walked back around his desk and dropped into his chair, already formulating a plan to go steal them back.

~~~

Laney smiled up at him as soon as she opened the door. "Captain, odd seeing you here this late."

"Your friends downstairs think you're in some kind of trouble." Ron cocked his head at her, keeping up the charade of a disgruntled CO.

"Am I?" She leaned against the door and looked up at him expectantly. "Depends on if you used up all my smokes." He cracked a small smirk.

Laney stepped back, leaving the door open, and walked across her small hotel room to pick up a pack of cigarettes off the dressing table. She held them out at arms length and Speirs took the hint to come rest the way into the room.

He swung the door shut behind him and took the smokes from her. After a quick glance at the pack he looked back at her. "You didn't take any."

She shrugged, "Don't smoke."

Ron scoffed and tossed the pack back where she had grabbed it. Then he reached for the sleeve of her shirt. Tugging her closer as he looked her over.

She'd removed her jacket and tie, kicked off her heels and was walking around in stocking feet. Her hair was down too and Speirs realized he'd never seen it that way. It was a pretty auburn color and hung just past her shoulders.

Laney came easily when he pulled her to him, resting her hands on his torso as she stepped in close. Her voice was soft as she asked, "How long can you stay?"

His hands settled on her waist and pulled her the last little bit closer. "Awhile."

This time when he kissed her she stood up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. And this time he didn't have to stop.

~~~

Ron found he couldn't tell her no when she asked so sweet, voice soft and sleepy with her eyes fighting to stay open, for him to stay. She felt so good; naked and warm and relaxed as she lay beside him.

Laney had laid her head on his chest while he smoked a cigarette, her leg hooked over his and her fingers tangled in the chain of his dog tags.

He smiled when he felt her breathing get shallow and the unmistakeable twitches as she fought sleep. Ron switched his cigarette to the other hand and tipped her face up to his. His own eyes were growing heavy as he smiled at her softly, fondly. "I'll have to get up early."

She huffed out a snicker and pried her eyes open, "As long as you're quiet about it."

WIth a shake of his head Ron rolled his eyes and dropped his head back into the pillows, more relaxed than he'd been in too long. He took a long drag, hurrying to finish the last of the cigarette, "Oh you're waking up too, sweetheart,"

"No Sir." The humor in her voice was as thick as the exhaustion and the southern accent. "Not a chance."

Ron smiled around the end of his cigarette and let smoke roll out with his chuckle. He stretched one long arm out to snub it out in a dish on the table and tipped her face back to him as he settled into bed fully. "Darlin," He kissed her firmly and thouroughly and when he finished his sentence he did it a breath away from her lips, "If I wake up in bed with you I'm gonna have to have you again."

Ron kissed her again, before she could form a response and so it came out as a pleased little moan in the back of her throat. When he did pull away she was smiling, "I'll allow it."

God she made him smile. He had started to realize that, when it was just the two of them, he couldn't help himself. Especially now that they were kissing and falling into bed together. Speirs ran his fingers through her hair and cupped the back of her neck to kiss her once more, "Good night sweetheart."

Laney smiled into the kiss and her whole body seemed to melt, "Good night." She was asleep as soon as her head laid back on his chest and with a content sight Ron let his eyes fall closed and followed right behind her.

~~~

A few days later Laney was in a jeep with three other girls heading around the lake and up the hill to Batallion HQ. The hospital that had been set up was immediately flooded and was already low on supplies. They'd volunteered to make a run to batallion mostly just for an excuse to get out of the wards.

The nurse driving slowed down as they came to the guard gate. While the guard checked their papers Marge, the girl riding shotgun, pointed to a field ahead of them and off to the side. "Would ya look at that?" The guard let them through and they all looked where Marge was pointing.

Out in the field Easy Company was doing morning PT. Even from this distance Laney could recognize Ron standing at the front of the formation. As their jeep came closer they could hear him too.

Back in the jeep they had slowed to almost a crawl, all of the girls staring on with no shame. Marge spoke up, "Man what I'd give to be down there."

"Doing pushups?" the girl driving asked.

"No, on my back under one of those paratroopers." Marge joked, eyes still fixed on the company as they kept up their pushups.

"Jesus Christ Marge." Laney and the girl beside her both laughed.

Marge continued, "Have you seen some of these guys? I mean I can see their muscles from here."

Down on the field Speirs was yelling again. He had the men holding on an up and apparantly some of the replacements weren't performing up to his standards. From their spot on the road the nurses could see the backs of some of the men shifting, the strain of holding that position for too long too much on them.

Claire, usually one of the quieter ones, spoke up. "I'm half scared of him, but boy that Captain Speirs..." She didn't finish her thought beyond that.

Claire was a new addition to their unit, she hadn't been around for the early days when Speirs was more often covered in sweat, mud and blood. She only knew the clean cut, squared away Captain.

Up front Marge snorted, "I don't know what's got him in a mood today, but I tell you what, I'd let him yell at me like that all he wanted."

Laney laughed, "Marge you got somehin' wrong with you, y'know that right?" She knew it was the replacements that were grating on him. He had complained about them the night before. The newest of them had barely seen real combat and as far as he was concerned that meant they'd never be good enough. The training they'd received before shipping out was nowhere near enough and it showed.

"All I'm sayin' is, if he wanted to... he could." Marge winked at them all and left the rest up for interpretation.

Again Clare surprised them all a little, "I'd just be happy if he came in to get stitched up, even once. Just to see him with his shirt off."

She was glad none of them were looking at her when she had to bite her lip to keep from smiling. "You said the same thing about Nixon, and Major Winters."

"And Bull, and Lieutenant Lipton." Marge added on with a laugh. "But come on Elaine, you sayin' you wouldn't want to get some exercise with one of those strapping, young men?"

The jeep was moving again and Laney spared one more glance at Speirs, up on his feet again and giving orders. "I can't stand push-ups."

The girls all laughed and continued on towards the HQ. Laney thought to herself, still fighting back a smirk, she wasn't one to get overly crude or share gratuitous details with the girls, but there was a little part of her that would get some real enjoyment out of wiping that smirk off Marge's face.

Marge and Laney were two of the four nurses that still remained of their original unit and so they had known eachother since the beginning. They were good friends, but certainly had their differences. Marge had never hidden that she liked certain things about her men, and enjoyed certain activities in the bedroom other girls would balk at.

Laney knew this about her and one of these days she fully intended to ruin Marge's daydreams about Captain Ronald Speirs.

Her friend Marge had made poor Claire blush so red the other night Laney thougt they might have to get the poor girl a bag of ice and a rosary. Recounting a story of a rendevous she'd had with an RAF pilot that involved some ropeburns, plenty of bruises and if Laney were honest, if a man had said the things to her that pilot had said to Marge, well... she would have pistol whipped him. That was Marge though, she liked that kind of thing.

When Laney sat there in that jeep and thought about being with Ron the the last few weeks, especially the night before, she smirked.

He'd been waiting in her room for her when she'd come back from her last rounds of the night. She found him sitting in the chair by the window with his boots up on the sill and a cigarette in his hand. He hadn't even said anything when she came in, just watched her as she kicked off her heels and walked over towards him. WIth one last drag on his cigarette he tossed it out the window, then reached out for her waist and pulled her down onto his lap.

"Hey." She leaned down to kiss him. It was almost habit already.

His kissed her back and gave her hip a squeeze. Watching her as she immediately settled her weight into him and closed her eyes. "Tired?"

"Mhmm." was her only response.

Of his own accord Speirs began pulling the pins from her hair until he could comb his fingers through it. For such a violent and intimidating solider, with her he was a gentle man. Sure he'd given her a swat on the ass here and there if she talked back and he could certainly manhandle her around the bedroom, but he'd never hit her or hurt her, she knew that. They'd tease eachother, he'd whisper things in her ear that made her cheeks bloom red but he'd never disrespect her.

As she had sat there in his lap, his fingers combing out her hair Laney couldn't help the feeling that overtook her. The way he looked at her so intensely, so intently. He was a hard man, all muscle and backbone, no fear of death. He was a leader of hard men. An animal. A killer. Yet, as she leaned down to kiss him she had felt his hand so soft and careful at her cheek, his rough thumb stroking her delicate skin.

She was certain then and she was certain now, she was falling in love with Captain Ronald Speirs. The only reason that didn't scare the absolute hell out of her was because she was fairly certain he was falling in love with her too.

~~~

Laney lay in bed on her stomach, snuggled in blankets and her arms wrapped around the pillow where she rested her head. She was beyond comfortable and watched with a slight smile on her face as Ron reassembled the handgun he had just meticulously cleaned.

He sat on the couch across the small apartment from her, wearing only a pair of trousers he had pulled back on and his dog tags. His hair a dishevelled mess, a cigartte hung from his lips and smoke rolled out his nose as his steady and practiced hands moved through the pieces of his sidearm until it was whole again. Shiny, spotless and in perfect working order. He blew out a puff of smoke as he worked the slide back and forth a couple times, then squeezed the trigger and let it snap forward with finality. His thumb released the hammer before he set the .45 down on the table and grabbed the cigarette from his mouth to knock the ash off into a tray. "You're staring." His voice was soft and low and he grinned without looking her way.

Laney smiled wider and stretched slightly under the sheets. "You're fun to stare at."

Speirs snorted out a laugh as he reached for the rag and jar of polish also on the table. "Why don't you get some sleep sweetheart?" He prompted as he popped open the tin of polish and swiped the rag through it. Setting the tin down and picking up one of his boots.

"Mmmm, not all that tired yet." Finally Ron looked up at her, barely turning in her direction, with a hint of a smirk on his face, "Sayin' I didn't wear you out enough?"

Laney giggled and felt her cheeks flush. "Oh that's not what I'm sayin' at all." She bit her lip when Ron gave her a smile and a wink. "You just shine your boots and let me enjoy the view." He snorted out another chuckle and went to work polishing his boots while Laney burrowed in deeper and did just that.

She didn't think she'd ever get tired of seeing him like this. Half naked, skin still glowing with a sheen of sweat in the lamplight, scars and hard earned muscle on display certainly, but also relaxed, smiling, teasing. She also found she enjoyed when she got to watch him in his element, even when it was something as simple as getting himself squared away for the ceremony tomorrow.

"Ron?" Laney broke the silence a bit later.

"Hmm?" Was his only response. "You have any books to read?"

"Tired of the view already?" He poked at her as he worked a brush back and forth over the leather of a boot.

"No just askin' is all." She caught the look he gave her, a sideeyed smirk, and she bit her lip.

He had mentioned before how he liked that her southern accent got a little thicker when she was tired. Proof he had worn her out after all. Attention back on his boot Ron answered her, "Had a couple one of the boys loaned me, gave 'em to Lip the other day though."

Laney groaned a little disappointed.

"Just down the hall."

"I'm not gonna just knock on his door in the middle of the night." Laney scoffed.

"He's not there." Ron examined the boot carefully before going back to it, "Filling in at the checkpoint tonight." Laney stayed silent for awhile, weighing her options. "Just put some clothes on and go get one." Before she could respond Ron tossed his other boot at her, it bounced on the bed right in front of her and he grinned, "Either that or lend a hand."

She didn't see Ron stop what he was doing to watch her. Didn't see the way his eyes tracked her the second she was out from under the covers, as she walked to pick up the shirt draped over the back of a chair and then buttoned it as she padded to the door on bare feet. It wasn't until she was at the door that she stopped and caught him looking.

He gave her an easy smile for being caught out. "To the right, door across the hall."

She felt silly as she snuck the short way down the hall in nothing but a collared shirt. At the door she stopped and listened for a long moment. When she didn't hear anything she knocked softly and waited again. When there was still silence she twisted the doorknob and poked her head inside.

The room was dark so she had to flip the light on and a part of her still expected to accidentally wake up Lieutenant Lipton. That was not the case however and all she found was empty room and after some searching a small stack of books on a table by the bed. Carefully she picked one up and turned to head back out the door.

Only to be stopped dead in her tracks by the solider himself standing in the door. "Ma'am." For Liptons part he looked more embarrased the Laney did. His eyes darting everywhere but her.

"Lieutenant," Laney gave a smile and shuffled her feet, "Sorry to snoop, but..." She held up the book, "Tryin' to find somethin' to read."

Lip nodded meeting her eye finally, "Not a problem." He unslung his rifle and gestured to the stack of books, "To be honest with you though, the other one is better."

Laney chuckled at the awkwardness of it all and nodded, taking his advice she switched out the books and moved to sneak back out of the room. "Night Lip."

Behind her Lip smiled, "Night Elaine."

She lingered in the hall until she heard his door shut, and then she scurried across the hall and snuck back in to Ron's quarters. She barely had the door closed before she was laying into Speirs. "Why didn't you tell me he would be on his way back?"

Ron looked up, confused at first, and then chuckled. "Laney..."

"I'm glad you think it's funny!" She continued as she stalked across the rooms towards him, "I had to hide in the hall until I knew for sure he had his door closed. So, he didn't see what room I went back to!"

Still grinning Ron set his boot down on the floor and tossed the rag on the table. "Come here." He waved her over and she came, even though she was scowling. Once she was close enough he took her by the hips and pulled her down to straddle his lap. Ron held her there and gave her a kiss, "Baby," he gave her another kiss and then caught her eye, "Shirt you're wearin' still has my bars on the collar." He reached up to tug at the collar of his shirt for emphasis, unable to hold back his shit eating grin.

Laney turned bright red again. "Oh my God, wipe that stupid smirk off your face!" She smacked him in the chest, "I could literally kill you right now." She twisted her neck, first to look down at the bars in question and then to the shoulder to see for herself, the screaming eagle patch, the combination as good as a dead giveaway.

Ron just grinned and and pulled her to him for another kiss. "Looks good on you."

"I'm serious." She mumbled against his lips.

"So am I." He continued to kiss her, his hand at the collar slid up the side of her neck and carressed her there.

She relaxed a little, let herself sink further into him. When she pulled back her eyes were softer, but she still grumbled, "I'm mad at you."

Ron chuckled and dropped both hands back to her hips , "I know." He tugged her hips tighter against his own and kissed her slowly, "Someone must have relieved him early." With another soft, slow kiss he looked her in the eye, still with a smirk on his face and promised her, "Lipton won't say anything sweetheart."

Laney smacked him half-heartedly on the chest with the book. "Would you care if he did?"

Licking his lips he held her gaze, "Would you?"

He kissed her again, neither of them needing to answer the question outloud, before she laid down on the couch beside him, tucked her feet into his lap and picked up the book. Ron stroked a hand up her long, bare leg and watched her for a moment. Taking his turn to the enjoy the view, more than appreciating the sight of her in nothing but his shirt, captains bars and all.

"Boots aren't gonna polish themselves trooper." Laney admonished from behind her book, a smirk evident in her voice.

Speirs grinned and gave her calf a squueze before reaching for his boot and polish again.

That next morning when Laney woke up she was warm and comfortable in bed, light shining through the windows and Ron sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. He had his hand on her back to coax her awake. "Time to get up sweetheart" His voice was hoarse, like he hadn't got enough sleep.

Laney groaned and squinted against the sun. "What time is it?"

Ron repeated, "Time to get up." then gave her another shake.

She grumbled again, and wondered how late he had stayed up the night before. She didn't remember, but she must have fallen asleep on the couch. Which would mean Ron must have carried her to bed. That thought made her smile and she rolled over, stretching out her tired muscles and looking up at Ron.

He was freshly shaved and his hair was combed. His eyes still tired but his face looked soft, at ease. "You look good." Her half awake brain betrayed her and she let the words slip out aloud.

Ron smiled, breathed out a quiet chuckle, and leaned down to give her a quick kiss. "Sweet. You still gotta get up."

Laney chuckled a little at herself as she sat up with a groan. Her new position put them face to face and she smiled. "I'm up."

"Mhmm." His eyes looked her over before he kissed her again. With the last pass of his lips he reached up to the collar of his shirt she still wore and unpinned his insignia. "Need these." He stood up from the bed then and turned to go to the mirror.

"Here," Laney stopped him as she crawled out from under the covers. She took the pins from him and straightened his collar before she snapped them into place. FIrst his infantry insignia and then his captains bars. As she adjusted the bars Rons hands settled low on her hips, and then he slid them down to cup her ass with a smirk. Laney returned his smirk and looped her arms around his neck.

They stayed that way for a moment until Laney broke the silence. "Why'd you let me sleep so late?"

Ron pulled her closer, his eyes darted all over her face until he settled them on hers. "I like keepin' you here long as I can." When that made her smile he gave her one more kiss. "Get dressed. I'll call you a jeep up."

~~~

Laney sat at the end of the couch reading a book she'd got second or third hand from one of the girls. One hand kept the book balanced on the armrest while the other rested on Rons chest. Her palm tucked inside his partially unbuttoned shirt with her fingers stroking idly back and forth as she read.

Ron laid stretched out over the length of the sofa, his head in her lap and his eyes closed. He'd dozed off with a cigarette still smoking in the ashtray.

It wasn't even midnight yet when pounding on the door startled them both. "Captain!" Bang! Bang! Bang! "Captain Speirs Sir!"

Laney's heart thudded in her ears as Ron shot up from her lap, "Jesus Christ," He laid a hand on her thigh as he stood up, "Stay."

Ron got off the couch and strode to the front door. "What?"

"It's Grant Sir, he's been shot. It's real bad Sir."

"Fuck. Give me a minute."

"Sir!" "

What?"

"I think it was one of our own guys." Speirs swung the door closed and went to grab his jacket and cap.

"Ron, what's going on?" Laney had walked out to the entryway behind him and was watching Ron with wide eyes.

He grabbed his gun belt off the chair, "Someone's been shot. Stay here."

"Jesus...I'll come with you." Laney moved to grab her jacket but the tone of his voice stopped her cold.

"No."

"Ron, I can help. I should go."

"No!" Ron stopped her as he strapped on his gun belt, "I said stay here."

Laney shrunk slightly, but did not argue. This was Captain Speirs, not Ron, giving her an order "Okay."

Once Ron made it down to the jeep and saw Grant however, he changed his mind. He grabbed the private that had driven the jeep up, "Go get Laney. Now!"

"Laney, sir?"

With one hand holding the plasma bottle for Doc Roe he grabbed the private by the collar with the other, "Liutenant Walker. She's upstairs, in my quarters. Go get her, now!"

As soon as the private returned with Elaine in tow her mouth dropped open at the sight of the man now laid on a stretcher on the hood of a jeep, "What the hell happened?" Without waiting for an answer she jumped in to help Eugene.

"He been shot." The cajun deadpanned as he tried to start an IV.

"God...." Laney stared at the mangled side of the boys head for a moment before she grabbed for Roe's bag and dug for a bandage, She turned to Ron, "The surgeon, they're set up at the school in town."

WIth a short nod Ron hoisted her up onto the hood of the jeep and turned to the privates, "Find Talbert, tell him where we're going."

In town the men had carried Grant inside while Laney ran to find the surgeon. She had found him asleep at his desk with an empty bottle of schnapps still in his lap. Throwing rules and regulations out the window she all but drug him to the gymnasium.

Where she stood there and watched Ron hold his young Sargents hand. "Jesus,"

"What?" Ron looked up at the surgeon.

"He's not gonna make it." The surgeon mumbled around a cigarette.

Roe questioned, "You can't operate on him?"

"Not me, you'd need a brain surgeon." The doctor pinched the bridge of his nose already walking away, "Even then I don't think he stands a chance."

Laney stood beside Doc Roe and watched their faces fall, watched Ron clench and unclench his jaw. As the surgeon walked away she breathed deep and caught Rons eye, "Ron."

He looked up, eyes hard and jaw set, even as he still stroked a thumb back and forth over Grants unmoving hand.

"There's a hospital, a German hospital, in the next town. A real hospital."

~~~

Unsure what else to do, Laney had gone back to Rons room and waited. She sat in the dark, in a chair in the corner of the room, and stared out the window until she heard the door knob turn.

Rons eye's were cold and distant when he walked through the door. His frame rigid and his stride very much that of the stoic commander and not his somestimes causual swagger. His eyes jumped to her briefly but did not stay. He first shut the door behind him and turned the lock and then unbuckled his gunbelt to hang it on the hook.

Speirs did not speak as he walked over to the table beside her and grabbed a cigarette from the pack he had left there.

It was when he raised the lighter to the end of the cigarette that she noticed the red on his hand. "Ron, there's blood on your hand."

She reached out to grab his wrist but he carefully tugged it away from her. "Let me see."

"It's not mine." His voice was low and as cold as the look in his eyes.

"Grant?" She probed, looking down at her own hands briefly. She did not think the blood was his either.

Ron inhaled a deep drag off the cigarette and finally spared her a look, "Kraut doctor says he'll make it."

Her gaze slid back to the blood on his hand, "Did they find the guy?"

He did not answer right away. Instead he walked to the wash basin and scrubbed the blood from his hands, cigarette hanging from his lips the whole time. Ron didn't even bother drying his hands before he shrugged out of this jacket, tossed his cover on a table and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. Finally, as he sat on the bed to unlace his boots, he paused and leaned his elbows on his knees. "Yeah." After a moment he resumed unlacing his boots, "We found him."

Laney watched, mesmerized as Rons hands flew through the laces. The steady, back and forth motion of him unlacing first one boot and then the other gave her something to focus on. Rather than think about the blood on his hands. Once his boots were off and tossed towards they're normal spot Ron leaned his elbows on his knees again and hung his head. "MPs have him."

She did not expect the wave of relief that poured over her. Laney stood up then and moved to stand in front of Ron. She carefully, with a featherlight touch, stroked a hand over his dissheveled hair. She couldn't describe how grateful she was that Ron had not done something to the man. As much as he certainly deserved it. There was no doubt in her mind that Ron would murder the man for what he had done to Grant. The problem was they weren't on the front now, something like that couldn't just be written off as a tall tale anymore.

Ron hummed slightly at her touch and so she thredded her fingers through his hair and combed it back from his face. After the third or fourth pass he sat up straight and with one last, long drag he pulled the cigarette out of his lips. He tipped his head back to look up at her and with the hand not holding the cigarette he pulled Laney closer.

Unsure what else to do she combed her fingers through Ron's hair one more time and spoke softly. "Should try to get some rest."

His eyes closed briefly as her fingers passed through his hair and then he opened them again and nodded. He said nothing as he stood up. He moved to step away from the bed and Laney but he stopped, his hand still on her hip, and leaned down to press a kiss to her temple.

Later, in the early morning hours, once Laney had finally fallen asleep, Ron laid in bed and smoked the rest of his pack of cigarettes. The whole time he had stared at the far wall, seeing nothing, and stroking his free hand over Laney's bare shoulder.

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"How come you've never asked?" Ron interrupted the silence one evening, letting smoke roll out through his nose as they lay in bed together.

"Asked what?" She had to tilt her head up to look at him from where she lay on his chest. Her thumb absentmindedly stroking a scar low on his hip from a machine gun round he'd caught while still a platoon leader with Dog Company. His second purple heart.

He looked down at Laney, eyes soft behind the hair hanging down over his brow. "If the stories are true."

Laney put her head back where it had been, her ear resting over his steady beating heart. "Well," She started out, "The way I see it, you shooting one of your guys is...unlikely, the Germans though. I figure that's probably true, whatever number it actually was."

His hand strocked up and down her back once before he settled it low on her hip where it had started. "That's it?"

She pushed herself up on one elbow so she could look him in the eye. "Am I wrong?"

Ron took another drag on his cigarette and turned his head to the side to exhale the smoke away from her. When he met her eyes again he reached up and swept a strand of hair out of her face. "What would you think of me if it was true?"

Laney plucked the cigarette from his lips and leaned across him to put it out in the bowl he'd been using as an ashtray. Though his hand smoothed over her bare back as she did so he looked less than pleased when she settled back next to him which just made her grin. "Little late to ask that now, don't ya think?" She leaned down to kiss him but pulled back before they could get carried away again.

They'd been in Austria long enough now Speirs was getting used to having a warm bed to sleep in everynight and a beautiful woman to share it with. There'd been plenty of times during their time on the line and then travelling through Germany when he'd wondered why she never seemed uncomfortable around him when so many others did.

These last few weeks when they'd been spending more time together, getting closer, sleeping together, the thought had been nagging at him more. "Kept expecting you to bring it up." He sat up a little further against the headboard, reached up to push some hair behind her ear and pulled her down to kiss him again, a little longer this time.

With a deep breath Laney licked her top lip and made certain he was looking her in the eye. "Ron," She paused to kiss him again, "You smoke like a chimney, you're a kleptomaniac,"

Ron snorted, "Kleptomaniac."

"You enjoy terrifying people, a little too much if we're being honest, you have no sense of self-preservation," She paused and tipped his chin back towards her as he had tipped it up and away to stare at the ceiling. Once he was looking at her again she added one final thing, "and you have this tiny little scar on your face right here." She poked at it, teasing, "But that's kinda growing on me."

His eyes were hard when he arched his brow at her, waiting for her to make her point, but the hand on the small of her back was still gentle as he stroked it up and down the base of her spine.

"These are all things about you that bother me."

Ron rolled his eyes again and shook his head.

"The fact that you are a soldier that has to do things, that has to follow and give orders, that I... and people like me could never imagine living with... that will never bother me. Doing what you had to do to survive this thing and to be a good solider, that will never bother me."

He didn't say anything at first. Just held her gaze intently. When he did speak it was under his breath, "Kleptomaniac." Followed by a snort of derision which just made Laney giggle as she settled back against his chest.

"That's the one that got you?" She toyed with his dog tags as she chuckled to herself.

With one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her firm he responded, "If it bothers you why don't you give it all back?" He pinched her side, taking the opportunity to tease her back. Ron knew good and well she had a stash in her foot locker of the trinkets he'd been acquiring for her. Including the silver comb wrapped safely in a silk scarf.

Raising up again to look him in the eye she feigned outrage, "Now Sparky, there's no need to be drastic."

"Oh," Ron nodded dramatically at the drop of the nickname, "I see how it is." He cracked a smirk and flipped her over onto her back and kissed her while she laughed. "Well, for the record..." He waited for her to focus up, "You snore."

Her eyes flew wide, "I do not!" She shoved at his chest and shoulders, his laughter only stoking her irritation.

His muscle and bodyweight was no match for hers and so he continued to keep her pinned down, one hand keeping her hands at bay. "You do too, sweetheart. Mouth open and everything."

Laney struggled to get a hand free or any sort of leverage to push him off of her, even as Ron began kissing from her collar bone, up her neck to her ear. She had calmed down quite a bit by the time he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. When he heard her let out a soft sigh he kissed behind her ear and whisperd, "But that's ok, it's kind of growing on me."

She was giggling again and as soon as he released her hands they were on his back and pulling him closer.

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This time when she woke up the sun was peaking through the windows and Ron was still in bed with her. He'd fallen asleep with his arms around her and had kept her pulled close the rest of the night.

Laney could barely remember ever sleeping so good as she had the last month or so. Whether she came up to the house he and a few other officers had commendeared or Ron snuck off to the hotel in town where her and the other doctors and nurses were staying. Nobody that knew batted an eye anymore. It all felt a little surreal if she thought about it too much. Where they were, how they'd come to be here and what had brought them together. Something else she tried not to think about was what would happen when the 101st got shipped off to the Pacific and Ron would leave. Part of her sometimes feared that would be the end of this.

"I can hear you thinking." Rons voice was rough and gravelly. It often was when he first woke up. Too many cigarettes.

Laney scoffed and closed her eyes, pushing back into him and snuggling as close as she could before he'd have to get up for the day.

Behind her Ron coughed and then twisted her around until she was draped over his chest, her leg hooked over his waist and his hand stroking her thigh. "What's on your mind?"

For a long moment Laney didn't answer him. Ron just held her close and continued to play with her hair.

After she took a deep breath Laney shuffled up a little higher so her face was burrowed against his neck. The stubble on his jaw scratching pleasently against her temple. "You're going to stay in the Army aren't you?"

Ron took a deep breath of his own and when he answered his voice was stil rough, his lips brushing against the hair at the crown of her head. "Yeah." He nodded and then dropped a kiss there. When she didn't repond further, Speirs added. "That's what you're thinkin' about."

It wasn't a question and so she didn't say anything.

"Sweetheart, look at me a second." Ron kissed the top of her head again before tipping her chin up to look at him. "It's where I belong."

Laney was annoyed that her eyes were burning and she had to fight back the tears, "I know." She closed her eyes, trying not to embarass herself.

"Will you wait that long?" HIs voice was almost a whisper and Ron didn't even try to make her look at him.

Her eyes snapped open though as she twisted her head to look at him, confused.

"Until I get back from Japan?" His expression was unreadable and he continued on in her stupified silence. "I'd prefer to buy you a ring, do the church, class As, white gown and all that." His lips twitched but he fought it and kept going, "If you don't wanna wait I understand. We can always find a chaplain. I'm sure I can find a ring that'll fit but I figure you'll give me hell if I steal our wedding rings."

"What the hell are you talking about?" It came out much more aggressive than she meant but Laney was sitting up now wideeyed and staring at Speirs like he was delusional.

Licking his lips all he could do was smile, pry his eyes away from her exposed breasts as he sat up and leaned back against the headboad. The sheets pooled in his lap. His smile grew a touch wider when he watched her eyes dart from his face to the spot where his dogtags hung against his chest, then lower and then back. Once she was looking at him he clarifed, "Would you rather get married now, before Easy ships out to the Pacific or do you want to wait until I'm back? Do everything the right way?"

Laney could not stop staring at him blankly. This was not how she imagined this conversation going. "Don't you think you should be asking a different question first, Captain?"

Ron knew the title was a dig, payback for the trouble he was putting her through.

"Oh no, I already know the answer to that question sweetheart."

He looked so smug she wanted to smack him across the face. But as she sat there in bed glaring at him his words sank in, really sank in. Once she started to smile she couldn't stop it. Even as she shoved her finger in his face, "Ronald Speirs, if you steal me a wedding ring I will kill you. Do you understand me?"

Breaking out in laughter Ron reached for her and pulled her so that she straddled his lap. "Understood." He pulled her in for a kiss. Keeping her there until his hands on her hips coulld pull her tight and close. His chuckle was almost a growl when she rocked her hips against him once only for her to slip away and shake her head at him.

"No sir," She crawled off his lap, batted his hands away as she tugged the covers up around her, "You're still in the army so no funny business, you have to get up and report to PT." She pushed and shoved him out of the bed with laughter and a smile on her face ear to ear.

Accepting his fate Ron stopped at the edge of the bed and leaned over her. "Laney,"

Her smile softened as she looked up at him, eyes darting to the side as he twined his fingers through hers.

"I love you and I am going to marry you."

~~~The End~~~

#band of brothers #hbowar #ronald speirs #captain ronald speirs #ron speirs #ron speirs x ofc #ronald speirs x ofc #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fanfiction #matthew settle

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 4 months

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I just HAD to write something for the Ron x Val Medieval AU. We all knew this was coming. They're ingrained in my brain and I'm going absolutely insane. Shout out to @xxluckystrike and @dcyllom for hyping this up, love you guys!!!

The smell of smoke, ale and blood filled the air of the tourney ground, the deafening clang of sword against armour suppressing all other sound, save for the raucous cheers of the crowds, the peasants and nobility alike leaping to their feet to clap and shout for each victory or violent loss. It was near halfway through the third day of the tournament - an ironic way to celebrate the returning troops who now risked their very life and limb in the games, Valerie thought - but her father had always enjoyed marking their victories with indulgence and sport.

Hidden away from the action and excitement, Valerie crouched beside one of the huge barrels of wine, waiting in the dimly lit tent for the returning knights to drink and celebrate, pouring a thin stream of the red liquid into her goblet, tongue drawn between her teeth in concentration. It was likely she had another thirty minutes before the King and Queen noticed her prolonged absence from the festivities and sent someone to find her, and she aimed to make the most of this time. So concentrated was she in pouring herself a glass - balanced on the balls of her feet, eyes level with the spout in the low light - that she did not notice another figure enter the tent behind her.

"Your Highness?" An almost familiar voice spoke, low and smooth, but enough to surprise her, the goblet tumbling onto the grass below.

"Oh, damn it all," She muttered, stretching up to stand, gaze fixed on the wine as it soaked into the dirt until it was gone.

"My apologies," Ronald Speirs, somewhat shrouded in shadow, stepped forward, and Valerie watched as he bent down to retrieve the cup for her, brow furrowed as he momentarily considered refilling it before reaching for a clean one instead. "I didn't mean to startle you."

Her brow furrowed as he pressed the newly filled goblet into her palm. Everyone knew about Ronald Speirs - of his bravery, his reputation as one of the greatest warriors their kingdom had ever seen - and yet here he stood, entirely plainclothed, not so much as a shoulder plate to armour himself.

"You're not competing?" She asked, taking a sip of her wine.

"I'm no tourney knight," He frowned, scoffing, reverential tone almost gone before he seemed to remember who he was talking to. He offered a respectful nod in penance.

Valerie almost laughed. "Uh oh. Is the Great Warrior Ser too good for such things?" Teasing, she took another goblet from the table nearby, pouring a second cup of wine and handing it to him.

"Entirely," Ron smirked, raising the cup to his lips, his gaze never leaving hers. If she had been one of the more sheepish women of the court, Valerie might have blushed. Instead, the self-same smirk mirrored itself in her expression, cheeks creasing in the dim light.

"Well, in that case, you'll just have to come and watch," She shrugged, making her way towards the half-open tent flap.

He let out a huff of laughter, shaking his head. "No, I don't watch."

Valerie looked over at him, raising a brow in scrutiny. "I hope you're not about to make a habit of disobeying your princess," She remarked, a humourous glint in her eye that he could scarcely refuse.

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The joust was in full swing, wooden shields exploding into clouds of splinters as lances collided at speed, the crowd whooping and jeering as the occasional knight was flung from his horse into the mud below. In a narrow gap between the huge stands, Valerie watched on, out of sight from the crowds, her official seat as princess notably empty in the royal box. Ron stood a short distance behind her, a presumed attempt to preserve propriety, as the space was barely wide enough for them to stand shoulder-to-shoulder, and he didn't like the idea of being caught in such a position.

She laughed as another knight was toppled from his horse, polished armour muddied and scratched as he rolled sideways along the field. "Come here, you can't see it from back there," Val glanced back at Ron, gesturing for him to approach. He stood still for a moment, opening his mouth to protest before she interrupted. "That's an order, Ser. I thought you were usually good at following those."

Shoulders tensed, he awkwardly approached, the pair standing with their backs pressed against opposite walls, a last-ditch attempt at preserving some space between them. As the current round of jousting ended, and the victor was declared, Ron realised she had noticed the scowl that creased his expression as he watched over the proceedings.

"He's a pompous ass," He muttered, gesturing to the winner. "Fathered three bastards whilst we were away, too."

"Really?" Val gasped, a chuckle escaping her throat as he nodded in affirmation. Ron had not struck her as the type to know about his comrade's personal lives, let alone gossip about them. But she had always been enthralled by the scandalous secrets of others, for she had none of her own... yet.

"Oh, yes, on three different women," He continued, awkward restraint ebbing away as she realised he was beginning to enjoy himself, pointing out various knights visible from where they stood. "Today is the first time I've seen that one sober in weeks - terrible drunkard. The one next to him's no better - spent every peaceful night of the campaign in the whorehouse... forgive me, your Highness, that was improper."

"No, no," She grinned, shaking her head. "I'm having a marvellous time."

It was at that moment, across the joust field, that Valerie noticed her mother appear suddenly incensed, gesturing irritably at her daughter's empty seat, sending away a small group of guards, presumably to locate her. "Damn," She uttered.

"What is it?" Ron asked, surveying their surroundings for any possible issue. His eyes widened as she seized his hand, the softness of her palm starkly contrasting his, the rough, calloused skin a result of years of work, a scattering of scars as testament to a youth spent training with a blade. She tugged him from their hidden alcove and out into the maze of tents behind the tourney ground, darting between them as he followed, brow furrowed in confusion.

"My mother's looking for me," Val explained hurriedly, eyes wide as she paused for a moment, the pair shrouded by the canvas canopies. "Quick, you know this place better than I do. Where do I go?"

Ron paused, feeling her hurried heartbeat against his fingertips as they briefly brushed against her wrist. Earlier that morning, she had almost certainly looked immaculate, but now her intricately braided hairstyle was undoing itself, a few loose strands hanging low in her face.

She was almost certainly going to get him in trouble.

He found he didn't care.

"This way."

#band of brothers #ronald speirs #ronald speirs x ofc #ronald speirs x oc #medieval au #ron x val #oc: valerie #band of brothers oc #band of brothers au

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tell me when it kicks in.

ahem. Killy totally enabled me here (affectionate). Vampire!Daisy x Priest!Ron, postwar vague 1950s thing. Or: the one where Daisy needs to feed and Ron's feeling existential over his choice in postwar profession. Not proofread because I definitely wrote like a man possessed. It's a vampire au so uh . blood warning ( shock, surprise ).

He knows that his line of questioning can be saved for another time.

Daisy never really responded well to interrogation anyways. She’s always ducked out of questions she didn’t want to answer and pressing further always made her lips tug into a frown, made her shut down entirely. He couldn’t pry answers out of her.

He’s only asked about how it happened once, she averted her gaze and muttered something about trusting the wrong people, a long time ago. It made his fingers flex, made him want to reach for the sidearm he doesn’t have anymore. It’s a thought he’s not even supposed to have anymore, not if he’s supposed to be fully committed to the Church, the word his father preaches, and all that encompasses.

Ron’s starting to acknowledge he’s never really been fully devoted. It’s just easy to convince people that he is.

The epiphany is something he can contemplate on his own time, when the sun isn’t so bright as it reflects off the snow. He hasn’t seen her anywhere in days and maybe it’s his own paranoia that has the alarm bells ringing in his head incessantly. Maybe he’s finally lost the last scraps of sanity he managed to take home.

He should leave it alone. Anyone else with a shred of their sanity would leave it alone. Unfortunately, Ron signed off on his sense of self preservation years ago and hasn’t been able to get it back since. Only someone who’s lost their mind would walk straight into the mouth of the devil.

A wind chime on her front porch, a wreath yet to be taken down and a pileup of snow on an old rocking chair, which remains still. Real sinister stuff here.

Ron knocks on the door and there’s no answer. Any other person would take that as a sign to go away — but he just tries the knob which is, to both his surprise and detriment, unlocked.

Should he not be grateful that he hasn’t seen her? That she hasn’t occupied the pews late at night or brushed past him during the day? Daisy made him question things, threw a wrench in whatever he was trying to do here (it was what he liked about the Army, after all — the lack of questioning. There was no time for it. You get your order and you fulfill it by whatever means necessary).

What’s he even trying to do anymore? He really doesn’t know. He hasn’t since he’s gotten home when he was so very convinced he wasn’t going to make it back.

Ron steps into the darkness of the house, shuts the door and locks it behind him. Streaks of light leaking through curtains illuminate parts of the living room and the steps leading up to the second floor. It’s still, quiet, he takes a momentary glance at a couple frames hung on the walls. One of a man in a service uniform, one of a couple and two children. She’d mentioned a brother, once.

“Daisy?” He calls down the hallway. The silence that follows is an answer all its own — likely the third warning to go away that he’s electing to ignore in favor of moving down the hallway, undaunted.

The hallway opens up into a dining room and kitchen. His eyes have finally better adjusted to the dark, all curtains drawn. It’s the smell of singed hair that gets him, though, as he’s turning his head this way and that with a newfound awareness of his surroundings. Or rather, something he’d tried to bury but hasn’t been able to quite yet. It’s all undisturbed — rooms frozen in time, deathly still.

He sees her through his periphery when he steps into the kitchen, a curled up ball by the back door, marked off by a streak of sunlight breaking through the shades.

Ron turns fully, to face her, and she stares directly back at him. He smells the blood — strong and coppery — before he realizes it’s on her lips, on her hands, and that those hands are cradling… something. What it is, he isn’t sure, but Daisy’s holding it close like it’s something precious.

“You shouldn’t be here,” her voice comes out raspy and trembling, nothing like that smooth and honeyed tone he’d been getting used to. She shrinks impossibly further into her corner and once again Ron can’t help but question how it is that she’s something the Devil conjured up.

“You’re hurt,” It’s a statement, an obvious one, but as he gets a better look at it he can see the severity. Blackened patches of skin on her arms, a red swatch of skin on the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks. “The snow?”

“Nothing gets past you,” she doesn’t say it with irritation or even a tease — more like a lament. Like she’s scorning his observational skills. “It’s fine. You can go now.” Dismissive, he watches her grope in the dark until her hand finds purchase on the frame of the window in the door, and she hardly even flinches when her fingers begin to smoke. It takes everything in Ron not to yank as she pulls herself up, still holding onto that thing.

A bird, he realizes, now that she’s standing and he can better see it. Small, limp in her hand. Her bottom lip is trembling and her eyes are impossibly black as she skirts past him through the flash of light, towards the counter.

“What’re you doing?” Ron’s brows furrow as she opens up a cabinet, pulling out a box and opening it. He tails her and she doesn’t give him a second glance.

“I have to bury it,” she says simply, but he can see the way she trembles, the way she’s leaning on the countertop like a crutch.

“Right now? You have to lie down. Christ, Daisy, you’re barely standing—” She shuts the box with a decisive thud.

“Bed rest isn’t gonna do much for me, Ron,” She hisses, her voice sharp as she gives him a narrow-eyed look. Her body’s rigid before it relaxes, before she rubs her temples as though she just has a migraine. “Can you just– you can go now, okay? You shouldn’t even be—”

“Then what will?”

He doesn’t know why he asks this, like he doesn’t know the answer. Maybe to hear it from her own mouth, to confirm what he knows in the pit of his stomach. The look Daisy gives him is almost… sad, apologetic, and she looks away from him, back to the box, to the dead bird in a bed of shredded newspaper, now covered with the lid of its makeshift coffin.

“Blood,” she murmurs after a moment of silence. “It always ends in blood.”

“Hence the…”

“I didn’t want to do it. I was just…” she runs her hands through her hair, there’s a crack to her voice that tugs at his heart. “Hungry. I’m used to uh— the dry spells. In the winter. I didn’t realize it was so bright until I stepped out and it was right there and—”

It’s tumbling out in rapid fire and he can hardly keep up. He wants to reach out to touch her, ground her, but Ron isn’t especially sure that’s the right call. He clears his throat instead, cutting her off. Daisy looks at him again and he realizes that her eyes are glassy. She looks down at her own hands, now tucked back towards her chest.

“You should go.” She repeats again.

“How long will it take?” Ron asks instead, unmoving. “For you to heal.” Daisy hesitates, like she doesn’t want to tell him, before sighing.

“Two weeks, I think. Give or take.”

The answer… bothers him. Not even on the basis of her not knowing which, maybe if it were any other person, might’ve irritated him. But it’s the implication that gets him, an intrusion of his thoughts. The idea that she’ll be here, alone for two weeks, in pain, and then what? Go outside and burn again? And here she is, telling him to leave, instead of seizing an opportunity right in front of her. It bothers him. The thought of her in pain bothers him.

Bloodthirsty killers, says the myth — that the burning was a punishment, but he isn’t sure if he even believes it, looking at her now.

What could she have possibly done to deserve that? She’s working herself up over a damn bird.

Ron sheds his jacket without a word, then starts to roll down his sleeve.

“What’re you doing?” There’s an edge to her voice. He looks up at her, to her furrowed brow and the way her entire body tenses again.

“You’ll heal faster if you feed, right? Feed off me.” Daisy shakes her head immediately.

“Absolutely not,” She crosses her arms over her chest, turns her head as though the very sight of his wrist is temptation incarnate. “When someone tells you to go, you leave. You don’t— you don’t just offer yourself up like an afternoon snack.” She takes a step back from him, and she still won’t look at him. He notes the twitch of her hand over her arm, and Ron knows he might be poking a bear, but he has no intention of letting it lie. He narrows his eyes.

“And why not?”

“Cause it’s messy,” Daisy hisses, “And it hurts, even if I’m careful, and I don’t want to hurt you. Isn’t that reason enough?”

He thinks back to the bullets he took, and the shrapnel, and the scars etched into his skin that’ll never go away. The war that loops in his head, makes him paranoid, makes his sisters cast him worried, wayward looks. He doesn’t think there’s much worse than that. And even if there is, she’s already worrying about being careful with him.

“I can handle you,” Ron affirms, taking a step forward. “You aren’t hurting me.”

The silence between them is palpable. Her eyes shut on a deep inhale and even stronger sigh, he swears her body shudders as she turns to look at him with a face that can only be described as defeated. He knows it well.

“You don’t know what you’re asking of me,” she breathes out in that similar lament from when he first found her, shrouded in that corner. Ron shrugs.

“Won’t know until I find out.” He offers his wrist, holding it up to her, and she looks at him and swallows hard. Her eyes are still glassy.

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to.” There’s something about the way she says it — the soft earnestness that her words take that sends him into that line of questioning again. How it’s possible that she can exist at the same time as him and be the one who’s cursed. How any god could allow that to happen. And if those burns weren’t so apparent on her skin, he would’ve allowed himself the time to get angry about it.

“It’s fine.” Ron affirms, definitive. She mutters a barely audible okay, reaching for a paper towel to wipe that stain from her mouth, like she doesn’t want to mark him with the remnant of her last meal.

He watches like a hawk as she takes his wrist in her hands — cold, impossibly soft, she runs her thumb over his pulse point and looks at him through long, dark lashes.

“It’s gonna hurt for a moment, and you might start to feel lightheaded, so it’s… it’s better if we sit,” She doesn’t let go of his wrist as she walks into her dining room, sitting down and bringing him with her. “Let me know if you need to stop or just… just push me off. I won’t get mad. I promise.”

The way she says it feels rehearsed, like she’s done it before, and Ron has to remind himself that she’d talked about that, too: being a nurse. What that might’ve entailed. Her reluctance makes more sense now, the gentle way she’s handling him, and he won’t ask her to confirm his own suspicions. He just nods, but has no intention to shove her. Ron instead just watches, silent, as she lifts his wrist to her lips. Their knees knock up against one another’s. He half expects her to just go for it, but she doesn’t.

Her lips brush up against his skin in a way that’s so gentle and so terribly human that it has him even more on edge.

Then her lips part. He doesn’t look away when her teeth meet his skin, biting down. He bites on his cheek to refrain from grunting on the sting of her teeth breaking skin — his entire arm throbbing as his blood rushes to meet her awaiting mouth. She makes a noise, a soft rumble in the back of her throat that has his breath hitching. Part of him wants her to make that noise again, but he tries to remain neutral-faced.

It hurts where she’s bitten him, like the sting of a knife, but the rest of his arm just feels warm and eventually he has to lean back in the chair once he starts feeling a bit dizzy. She releases, after a few moments longer, and he can’t look away when she licks the excess from her lips.

“Better?” He asks, and she nods.

“A little,” she looks down at his wrist, still in her hand. “I have bandages in the cabinet. For your wrist. Don’t… don’t go anywhere.” Ron wants to quip that she’d been telling him to leave this whole time, but she scurries off before he gets the chance.

Ron doesn’t know which part he’s more stuck on — the sting of her bite or the burn of her kiss.

#band of brothers fic #ronald speirs #ron x daisy #vampire au #oh buddy u thought that was an experience just wait till she bites your neck #I mean who said that #band of brothers oc #band of brothers ofc #ron speirs

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goyaagogo · 2 years

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I’ll Be Seeing You (George Luz x OFC)

Wow wow wooowwww it’s been over 2 months since the last part, sorry I been enjoying summer, aka watching Love Island, melting into a puddle of sweat and cryinnggg baybeeee...

Note: I am but a mere horny, dreamy bitch, I don’t know military/medical stuff, so please don’t come at me with corrections. As I’ve stated before I’m here for a good time, not an accurate time. weeeeeee....

Here are the previous parts if you missed them!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Chapter 7-

George and Simone had spent the entire night in bed, making love, talking and sleeping. Simone enjoyed the evening, more than enjoyed it, really-- but in the light of the morning, after George had left, she could feel fear and anxiety growing, gnawing at her gut.

In the light of day things looked different-- how could she have been so foolish as to sleep with him? She endangered both herself and him with her reckless behavior-- things got dangerous when feelings were involved. She knew this, as well as anyone still left with a pulse in this war.

She felt distracted all day, waiting—not so patiently- for the evening. She prayed it would be Malarkey that showed— she needed more time to think things over, to figure out how she really felt before she saw him again. The sun had only just set when she heard the knock at her door. She stood in front of the door, hesitating for just a moment before taking a deep breath and opening it.

There on her doorstep was Speirs, “Uh, hello— come in.”

She stood aside and let him in, following him into the kitchen where he sat down at the table. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Speirs, on one hand he did seem nice enough-- he made her food that night, after all-- but he also made her feel undone and exposed, just by looking at her.

"Are you hungry? I have some stew left from dinner..." she asked.

Speirs looked surprised at her offer, "Only if you're not going to eat it. Did you actually eat today?"

There was the slightest hint at playfulness in his tone that made her feel at ease.

"I had plenty-- I promise."Simone set the stew and a spoon down on the table, and grabbed 2 glasses and the brandy.

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"Now we're even..." she remarked as he finished the stew, seeming to savor every last bit of broth.

"Even?" he asked, pushing the bowl away.

"You fed me... I fed you..."

"You don't like owing favors, do you?" Speirs asked, the corner of his mouth turned up in slight amusement.

"Owing favors can get you killed in war."

He nodded, "that's true. But I didn't make you that sandwich so that you'd owe me something..."

Simone shrugged,"Still a favor owed."

"You know, I was really skeptical when Nix told me the Sentinelle was a woman, but now that I know you, I can see it. You're shrewd."

"Is that a compliment?"

"The highest."

For a moment they sat in comfortable silence, watching the fire.

"So why are you back? Did Makarley and George need a break?" Simone asked.

"Why do you call him George?"

She almost choked on her brandy at his question, she could feel her cheeks and ears burn with embarrassment.

"What?" she scoffed, feeling herself get defensive.

"You call Malarkey by his last name.. why not call George by his?"

She hadn't even considered this before, was that a dead giveaway of her fondness for George?

She felt as if she had been caught-- but this wasn't an entirely new feeling, as uncomfortable as it was. There had been plenty of times during the war when she had been caught in a lie or in a situation where she had to lie her way out.

Her instinct kicked in and she calmed herself, "George's last name is difficult for me to pronounce, that's all."

She could tell Speirs didn’t believe her, but she ignored it.

"You didn't answer my question..." she added.

Speirs shrugged, "change of scenery..."

"Menteur..." she mumbled cheekily before taking another sip.

"Repete ca?"

"I called you a liar..."

Did she have too much brandy tonight? Why was she being so bold?

Speirs chuckled and looked down at his glass.

She felt a small flutter in her stomach at the fact that he didn't refute that his reasoning was a lie. He came for her.

"Well I think I've had enough, I should go to bed."

Simone stood up and pushed her chair in.

Speirs jumped up out of his seat at her words, "I should check the windows and doors, just to be sure.."

He went about the first floor checking the locks while Simone put away the glasses and the decanter.

She was halfway up the stairs when Speirs came after her.

"What are you doing?"

"I have to check all the windows." he said plainly as he followed her to the landing.

She watched him check the windows in what used to be her aunt's room before following Simone into her room.

As he checked the windows and drew the curtains closed again, Simone lit a candle that stood on her dresser and the memories of last night came rushing back to her-- George kissing her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist-- she grasped the edge of the dresser, suddenly feeling faint, her heart beating fast.

She looked up into the mirror affixed to the dresser and saw Speirs watching her. She turned around and gave a faint smile.

"Are the windows locked?" she asked quietly, having trouble finding her voice.

Speirs nodded, "they are..."

He put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the door, " Bonne nuit, Simone..."

"Goodnight, Ron."

Speirs smiled knowingly at her, catching her use of his first name.

He stopped at the open door and looked over at her "I came here tonight to see you."

Simone couldn't help the slight flutter she felt as he said those words.

Speirs gave a small smile and shut the door behind him.

She blew out the candle and walked to her bed in the utter darkness.

She laid down and reached out to the side where George had been and she felt a sudden ache for him. She grabbed the pillow and pressed it to her face and breathed in his faint scent. How could she feel so much for someone she had spent such little time with? And now she couldn't deny the spark of feeling for Ron she felt. Where would all of this lead?

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Simone didn't know what time it was when she was startled awake by a commotion downstairs. She jumped out of bed and pulled on her clothes from yesterday, stumbling in the dark of her room.

Simone all but fell down the stairs before finding Speirs in the kitchen holding a woman up against the wall, his rifle across her chest. It took her a moment to adjust to the grey early morning light but when she did she realized Speirs was holding one of her runners, Mathilde.

"Simone!" Mathilde croaked.

"Ron stop, she's one of mine!" she shouted rushing to help Mathilde as Ron released her.

She helped Mathilde to a chair who collapsed, out of breath.

"Lucien is trapped!" Mathilde lamented after she caught her breath.

"What happened? Where is he?" Simone asked, her heart sinking for Lucien, one of her best runners.

"I got word he was carrying an urgent message for you so I went to meet him on the outskirts of Losange in case he needed me to take over-- I could see him running towards me, but a sniper got him in the leg. He dragged himself into a store front, there was so much blood..." Mathilde trailed off and wiped the tears from her face.

"Losange, that's heavily disputed... did you see any Americans?" Ron asked.

Mathilde shook her head, "none.. only German snipers from what I could see."

"I'll get troops together and extract him."

"No I need to go.. if he's badly wounded he won't survive being moved..." Simone argued.

"Then we'll get the message from him." Ron countered.

"He won't tell you. My runners only carry messages to me, or to each other. You'll never get a word out of him."

"Christ..." Ron muttered as he turned away, clearly frustrated with the situation. "There's no time to waste, we need to leave now, Ron."

He turned back to her, his face cloudy with concern, " Fine. Let's go."

Chapter 8-

It was nearing dawn as their group broke the tree line on the southern outskirts of Losange, where Mathilde had directed them to go to find Lucien.

Simone followed behind Ron, Nixon, Winters and a medic named Roe, through the barren winter fields outside the town.

In almost 5 years of war, Simone had found herself in dangerous situations before, but knowing that one of her favorite runners--and the youngest, too-- was trapped among German snipers and bleeding out made her feel sick to her stomach.

Crouching down behind ruins, Winters carefully peered out on the barren street lined with blown-out storefronts.

"He's in the pharmacy on the right, two o'clock...Simone, when I give the signal we're going to run, okay? Just stay focused on the pharmacy, we'll cover you. " Winters whispered, his eyes unblinking and serious.

Simone nodded, unable to find her words.

She wondered how he could be so sure of it, but when Winter's gave the signal and they began to move, she could see the trail of blood that led to the pharmacy's store front.

She could feel her heart thundering in her ears as they ran, sniper fire erupting around them.

Simone gasped for air as they ran into the pharmacy, she hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath.

There, lying behind the counter surrounded by a growing pool of blood was Lucien.

Simone let out a cry as she ran to him, pulling his limp body into her arms as Roe checked his pulse.

She looked up to Roe, her eyes full of tears, but he shook his head and said, "Rien... no pulse..."

Another cry escaped Simone's lips as she held Lucien's body tighter.

The men could see how pained she was and let her be for a moment.

"Simone... Simone, we have to leave. We can't stay here." Winter's said gently with a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I can't leave him.."

"We have to, for now, but we'll come back for him. I promise."

Simone knew he was right, as much as she wanted to stay with Lucien, she knew there was no use. He was dead, and his message along with him.

She nodded and whispered, "okay."

Ron helped her to her feet, keeping a steady hand on her back and Winter's snuck a glance out the window before turning to Simone, "Same as before. When I give the signal, you run right back the way we came, okay?"

Simone gave a nod and a moment later Winter's gave the signal.

She ran with all the strength she had left, the late winter air burning her lungs.

Simone could see the ruins they had hid behind getting closer and just when she thought she was in the clear a stinging pain caught her in the shoulder.

Simone cried out, her stride faltering so that she fell sideways into Nixon, who caught himself and her.

"Roe!" Nixon called out as he helped Simone the last couple yards to safety.

"Where is she hit?" Roe asked, his hands moving quickly as he pulled out his supplies, while Nixon helped Simone to the ground.

"Left shoulder"

Roe moved to Simone's left side, pulling off her coat to reveal a circle of blood that was slowly spreading.

He lifted her up roughly to look at her back, causing Simone to cry out.

"Watch it!" Ron roared, pushing Nixon aside to get closer.

Roe didn't pay Ron any mind, but simply said, " no exit wound, the bullet is still in."

Simone had gone almost the whole war without being shot and it was a worse pain than she had ever imagined, the feeling radiating down her arm and across her chest.

Roe hesitated for a moment, glancing at the 3 other men before attempting to gently tear her blouse, but Simone was in too much pain to care about the exposure.

Nixon, Winters and Ron looked away, while Roe cut the strap of her bra and packed the wound, eliciting another cry from Simone.

"Give her some morphine, goddammit!" Ron bellowed, his eyes wild with a mix of anger and concern.

Roe was just about to pull out the syrettes, but Simone protested, "No! No morphine, please-- don't waste it, I don't need it."

She had known there was a shortage of morphine syrettes and as much pain as she was in at the moment, she knew that there would be a soldier who needed it more.

Roe respected Simone's request, a knowing glance passing between them.

"No! Give it to her, can't you see she's in pain?!" Ron's voice had grown to a growl and he moved to grab the small case of syrettes from Roe, but Nixon put a strong hand on Ron's shoulder to stop him.

"We need to get her back to CP-- I can't fully stop the bleeding." Roe told Winters, his voice low.

"We can't safely move her with that sniper..." Nixon countered sounding worried.

It was then that Simone began to feel sleepy, her eyes closing slowly, against her best efforts and sounds began to echo. She could hear Roe faintly, he was calling her name, but the siren call of darkness was stronger.

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #bob #george luz #george luz imagine #george luz fanfic #george luz x ofc #dick winters #ron speirs #ron speirs imagine #lewis nixon #easy company

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bellewintersroe · 3 months

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okay i'm glad! then i'm sending this in if you ever get back in a BoB mood, but no pressure :)

can i request headcanons on how some of them would react (i was thinking mainly Liebgott, Roe and Speirs, but absolutely feel free to add anyone you want too like Luz or Malarkey) if the Easy company gets dispatched in a town near the sea/has to sleep in a beach or similar, and the sweet and kind nurse that is always dispatched with the second battalion (who everyone is crushing on ofc hahaha) as soon as all the high ranks are gone just, takes off her uniform (so she is like in her bra and underwear) and just bolts it towards the sea, calling for the others to join her and play around in the water, because she just loves the sea that much?

i just thought something fun and light could be cute, since the boys definitely need some fun time :)🫶🏻

heyyyy omg so sorry it’s taken so long to reply but thank you thank you thank you for your request! I love this idea sm!! I have altered it slightly to make it more realistic (don’t ask why cos I bend the rules all the time) but I hope these head cannons are okay!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

Band of Brothers x Nurse!Reader Headcannons

General HC’s for 2nd battalion + some more men reacting to their well loved nurse having some fun in the water.

So first let me set the scene, you’ve all just been told you’re being shipped back off to the pacific and morale has somewhat dropped again.

theres so much anxiety snd tension in the air that nobody really can unwind, so after one particularly gruelling training session, 2nd battalions nurse decides to have a little fun…

It’s a boiling hot day in Austria, the lake looks so inviting, and she’s such a sweetheart she just wants to boost morale. All the men absolutely adore her, if they don’t have a crush on her they find her endearing and a comfort to them.

“fuck it.” She mutters, stripping off her uniform as she runs closer to the pier, dropping each piece of clothing behind her.

One by one all the men’s heads turn and then suddenly begin whooping and whistling in excitement. Joe Liebgott:

Stunned to see you stripping off, in fact he remains frozen with his jaw dropped for a few moments. He’s so used to seeing you all covered up and oh my god boobs.

“Close your trap, Joe, you’re trapping flies.”

wouldn’t take much convincing to get in, I think he’d be super playful with you, splashing you and dunking you.

deffo splashes you a little too much, but when you’d jump on his back and he feels the press of your boobs against his bare back- uhhhh his brain turns to mush.

“It’s so nice, isn't it Joe?”

“Uh- yeah, so nice…” deffo gets a boner.

Eugene Roe:

Maybe a lil different scenario, I feel like if there was a group of you he’d probably sit on the side watching and laughing in amusement.

he’d watch you strip off and immediately avert his eyes out of respect but ohmygodogogososo he’s blushing- he hasn’t seen a woman like that for years.

you’re already super close, so to be able to have downtime together creates something more… intimate.

if you’d jump in at the end of the day, the sun setting when it’s just the two of you I don’t think it would take much convincing to for him to get in the water.

you’d float further back from the surface with a smirk as he undressed, jumping in and purposefully splashing you.

would be a little more shy, especially if there’s more men around, but the second you joke about how he might need to give you cpr and the kiss of life he’s smirking and acting all cool and omg.

his hands would snake lower and lower down onto your butt and everybody would be none the wiser around you guys if there was others there.

who knew Roe could be such a flirt?

Ron Speirs:

Now this guy being your literal superior probably wouldn’t linger around to see you, 2nd battalions own nurse, strip off to go for a swim whilst all the horny men giggle like children from the land.

he’d deffo know he had to be more respectful, but let’s change the time a little, it’s just after the German army surrendered, you’re both wasted.

Rob asks you like ‘so what were you doing in the water the other day?’

You’d tell him in return you were just having some fun and he should’ve tried it. Ron, in a celebratory mood, and captivated by how fucking beautiful you are just thinks ‘fuck it’ and makes the decision to go on a ‘walk’.

You end up pushing each other into the water.

for a moment you’re probs shocked that this is literally Captain Speirs you’re swimming with, but things get… heated and there’s no time to think about being intimidated.

you’d deffo probs have the hottest, spontaneous sex with him in the water lmaooo.

George Luz:

You just know this man would be the first one to jump in with you OMG.

he’d be so excited like finally, somebody’s just as fun as he is…

Probs like that kid on holiday that takes it too far and dunks you to the point you’re so out of breath.

I feel like you two would physically play fight to playfully drowning each other. Would be chaos central and anybody who tried to come near you would get a face-full of water.

Don’t be surprised if you wake up the next day with bruises.

kinda sweet tho, you’d lay on the beach together the same night and he’d be all sweet, apologising and checking he didn’t take it too far?

Don Malarkey:

Everybody knows Don needs this time to unwind and just have some fun.

for the first time in months he feels more like himself, the two of you already have a very close bond so it makes you both so mutually happy to the see the other so care free.

I think he’d be laughing like crazy, probably throwing you off the dock and then jumping in after you, cos even tho he’s playing around he doesn’t want to be too rough with you.

would happily shove any of the other men in the water so that the two of you are left standing on the land together.

When he see’s you in your wet bikini oh my godddd- his brain turns to mush and he practically avoids even making eye contact with you he’s that nervous.

when you sit on his lap later that evening he’s done for.

he’s a little stunned cos you’re always so sweet and innocent… but it feels like a dream come true for Malarkey.

#band of brothers headcanons #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #joe liebgott imagines #joe liebgott x reader #gene roe x reader #ron speirs x reader #george luz x reader #don malarkey x reader

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derry-rain · 2 months

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fanwork masterlist: derry_rain/bobparkhurst/regseekings

fic

i’ve been writing stuff that doesn’t make it to ao3 all the time these days. ficlets that have transferred to ao3 already largely aren’t linked here.

find me on ao3 and check my general fic tag

sas: rogue heroes (reg: fic)

here, this made me think of you - reg x johnny

seashells - dave x reg

star trek au - david stirling

greedy animal - david x paddy

oc fic:

snippet: mat - paddy mayne x omc

snippet: christine - mike sadler x ofc

the terror

i don’t think i’ll ever stop loving you - hickeygibson

courage, devotion - goodsilna

you’re stronger than you think - tommy armitage

secret love - joplittle

band of brothers (all hbo war fic collected under the tag bob: fic)

“i’m not fragile y'know” - speirsroe

evening school au - ron speirs x chuck grant

oc fic:

snippet: sanne - renee lemaire x ofc

snippet: ruby - roy cobb x ofc

snippet: kitty - don malarkey x ofc

a shortcut through a cemetery at night - don malarkey x ofc (kitty beck)

dead doesn’t mean gone, officially - don malarkey x ofc (kitty beck)

the pacific

sober - runner x leckie

masters of the air

to be where i’m going - ken lemmons x rosie rosenthal

untitled ken lemmons x rosie rosenthal

another untitled ken lemmons x rosie rosenthal

oc fic:

snippet: maureen - gen, pre- ofc x gale cleven

justified

can you hold my hand? please? - givenson

strange canyon road: star wars au - givenson

other:

[1899] untitled tove x clemence

other fanworks

all my gifsets can be found under the tag: derry: gifs

#apologies for the spam #i belatedly realise pages don't work well on mobile #so making a post for this as well #derry: masterlist #long post #the tags are wildly underutilised #but i think i found everything that didn't get transferred to ao3 or deleted

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softspeirs · 3 years

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Pairing: Ron Speirs x OC Prompt: Speirs + a kiss on that space where the jaw connects. Author’s Note: I got the prompt from this list that’s making the rounds.

When Perconte came running into the CP five minutes earlier to tell Speirs he thought Kat Gray was acting out of sorts and berating someone, Ron was sure he didn’t hear the man right. It was a strange report to be sure - Kat has a temper, but she’s never let it get the best of her, especially considering she spends most of her time healing wounds, not causing them, whether physically or verbally.

He hears her before he even gets to the building. Perconte’s warning of Kat potentially yelling herself hoarse didn’t seem like an exaggeration after all.

Gravel crunches under his boots as he picks up his pace towards the aid station, the heavy wooden door doing nothing to drown out her voice, but creaking as he shoves it open.

His gut reaction is a bolt of rage when he sees some soldier towering over her, nearly a foot taller than she is, his fist instinctively clenching at his side. He relaxes a bit when he realizes she’s the one giving him a dressing down, the taller man cowering away from her as best he can in the small space.

“-- could have been killed,” she’s hissing, her eyes narrowed to slits, finger nearly jabbing the man in the chest. “It was reckless and irresponsible, and I should--”

“Sergeant Gray.” He barks her name, trying to infuse the words with as much authority as possible, though he knows it won’t really make a difference.

She stops and stiffens, and he knows if they were around more familiar company she’d probably snap at him too.

“What’s going on here?”

She sighs, hands going to her hips. “Corporal Allen is injured, and the injury could have been avoided, as could the injury done to his friend here.” she gestures at another man sitting down, cold compress pressed to his forehead.

“Sir,” the man speaks, bravely, in Ron’s opinion. “We’re not that badly hurt. It was a stupid mistake - we were doing a supply run in one of the jeeps and took a corner too fast.”

“A joy ride.” Ron says, flat.

His eyes widen. “No sir! Doing the mail run. Like I said, it was an accident. Came to get checked out, and well…” he trails off, eyes going hesitantly back to Kat who has turned away and is furiously re-rolling bandages.

“The wounds?” He asks Kat, but she’s determined not to listen. He can see the way she’s trying to control her breathing. “Gray?”

She turns, just slightly. “Superficial except the one to his leg. He won’t need surgery, but he needs to stay off it.” She gestures towards the other man, “Corporal Matthews has a laceration over his left eye and a likely concussion that will need to be monitored.” Her voice is robotic, another tick on the list of reasons to worry about her that Ron keeps in his head.

“The jeep.” Ron says, turning back towards Allen.

“Fine, sir. A blown tire that’ll be fixed well enough. I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t think I was going that fast, and I--”

“Enough. Get checked out by one of the other medics. Gray, I need to speak with you.”

She sighs. “Yes, sir.”

He leaves the building, listening for her footsteps behind him, and ducks around the corner into a quieter, darker alley in between the aid station and an abandoned building. “What the hell was that?”

Her eyes flash. “What was what?”

“You, going off like that.” He checks that no one’s around, and takes a step closer. “That’s not like you.”

“It was a stupid, avoidable injury.”

He ducks his head to better meet her eyes, eyebrows raised. “And?” He probes further.

She crosses her arms. When she speaks, her voice is low. “We are so close to going home. I am so tired…” her voice catches, and his heart clenches. “I am so tired of treating wounds. Now that we’re not getting shot at or getting blown up every five minutes… I’m so tired of these replacements thinking they’re invincible.”

He knows what she means. The thought of losing anyone else, even a replacement he barely knows… it’s exhausting. After Grant was shot and Janovec was killed, it started to feel like there was never going to be a single moment of peace until they were back in their own beds again.

Even then, he has no idea how they’re going to get back to a semblance of normal. It’s clear many of them are at the end of their rope, Kat included.

Again, he checks that there’s no curious eyes. It’s so quiet in this little alcove, he doubts anyone is around or would even see them if they were.

He takes a step even closer, backing her up until her shoulder blades lightly bump the wall behind her. Her sharp intake of breath makes him smile, and he leans in until he can press a slow kiss to the hinge of her jaw, right where it connects to her ear.

She shivers, and so does he.

“You are not responsible for every soldier in this regiment.” He says quietly.

Her eyes meet his. “Yes I am.”

He sighs. “You know what I mean. You remember that night in Aldbourne?”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a small smile, so he counts that as a victory.

“I told you then that you couldn’t put all that weight on your shoulders. It’s still true now.”

“I just-- I’m so tired, Ron. I’m so tired.”

Her face crumples, and then he’s gathering her in his arms as she lets the floodgates loose. How many days, weeks, months has she been holding this back? She’s sobbing great, heaving cries into his chest, and he tugs her as tight as possible, propriety be damned. He spares a thought that if someone sees them like this, it could be trouble, but with her falling apart right in front of him -- and him, sure that this woman is it for him -- he can’t find it in him to care.

“I’m sorry,” she says eventually, pushing away from him. He tries not to let himself feel bereft at her absence, but the cradle of his arms feel cold without her in them.

“Don’t be.” He clears his throat. “We’ve all been compartmentalizing for months. Years. You can’t keep it in all the time.” He shakes his head. “Just-- try not to take it out on every Corporal who comes through your door?”

She snorts. “What, you think he was scared of me?”

Ron grins. “I think more men are scared of you than you realize.”

“Even you?” She challenges. God, but he thinks he loves her.

“Yeah, even me, Gray.” He says, his words loaded with meaning. The air between them shifts, but before he can even figure out where the hell to go from there, footsteps on the gravel interrupt them and they swiftly separate, Kat heading back out into the sunlight without another word.

They don’t do goodbyes. They’ve never had the time, frankly, and they’ve gotten used to having to quickly get back to work without lingering in each other’s presence the way they want to.

This time, it stings a little. He doesn’t take it personally, knows the consequences if they were caught would be worse for Kat than for him, but for once he wants to be a little selfish. Wants to steal her away and show her what she means to him.

He heads out of the alley and hears her again in the aid station, this time, her voice bright as she speaks to someone. He allows himself one last smile as he thinks, hopes, that he’s the reason for that brightness.

God knows she’s nearly the only bright spot for him.

Back at the CP, Perconte and Luz are sorting through supplies when he walks in. They both straighten, but say nothing. Then, quietly. “So… did she kill him?” Luz asks, almost casually.

Ron chuckles, and nearly full on laughs when he sees them both looking at him almost horrified, them never having seen their stoic Captain express anything like mirth before.

“No murders were committed in the aid station.”

Luz recovers faster than Perconte. “That’s good. Would hate to have to clean up the mess.”

Ron says nothing, just slides behind his desk and gets back to the never-ending stack of paperwork in front of him, trying to concentrate on anything besides the lingering warmth from Kat’s body in his arms.

#ron speirs x oc #ron speirs x ofc #band of brothers fanfiction #ron speirs x kat

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mrsalwayswrite · 4 years

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Eye Candy (Ronald Speirs x Reader)

Just a something that popped into my head and made me laugh.

Can be read as reader or OFC.

Warnings: sexual tension (no smut though)

Words: 3k

Here’s the link for the sequel- Distraction

"I hope that lieutenant asks for a dance tonight."

"Which one?" Mary asked, adjusting her nurse's cap over her brunette hair. "The one with the scar on his cheek or that other one from Easy Company? I can't keep track of all the men who catch your fancy."

"It's not that many. Besides, there is nothing wrong with admiring an attractive man in uniform." Lucy stated, giving a over-the-top wink.

"And there, girls, is why Lucy joined the Nurse Corps!"

The four nurses in training laughed as they walked back to their barracks from their studies. The humid Georgia air felt sweltering, even more so after the short rain shower that morning.

When I first came to Camp Toccoa, I had no idea I would be fighting the weather in conjunction with my studies and the leering looks from the soldiers. Not that I let any of it bother me. I was here to serve my country and help save those brave men that I could. My family had been proud of my decision to join the Nurse Corps. So here I found myself walking with the small group of friends I had made, glad for the weekend to finally arrive.

"Mary is hoping to catch the eye of a certain dark haired lieutenant named Nixon…"

"Lucy! He is married!"

"So? Why does that matter? It's just a dance, unless you are thinking about a different kind of dance with him…"

Mary's face turned tomato red as she swatted at Lucy even though she was giggling like a schoolgirl admitting her crush.

"What about you?" Rebecca asked, nudging me as I walked beside her. "You never talk about who you fancy."

I shrugged. "I'm here to prepare for war. I don't have time for men."

"See! This is why you need to come out with us tonight! You spend all your time thinking about anatomy and sutures and bandages, you're going to miss all the opportunities for fun before we ship out!" Lucy exclaimed, spinning around with her arms wide.

"You know I'm on rotation tonight at the aid station. Even if I wanted to, I can't go out tonight."

"I think you're making excuses." Rebecca pointed her finger at me.

"Fine! There's got to be at least ONE man who catches your eye." Lucy said, sided up to me, her bold red lips pursed. "Tell us who and we'll stop bothering you tonight."

I thought about the proposal. It was at least two hours before they left to go to the dance hall and I had to check in for rotation at the aid station on base. If I did not say anything, I could already tell I would be the center of talk and gossip while they got ready. Not my favorite place to be. On the other hand if I told them, they would certainly make fun of me. His name had never come up in our group which surprised me. Every time he had to stop by the aid station for something or I glimpsed him either in the mess hall or at PT, it felt like my heart beat became irregular and butterflies erupted in my stomach. Not that it mattered because nothing would happen. He had never so much as glanced my way. Not that I wanted him too. No. I was here to focus on becoming the best nurse possible...not handsome men with eyes that could pierce stone and lips that looked like they tasted like the finest whiskey and a commanding voice that sent my heart into overdrive.

Lucy's shriek interrupted my thoughts. "Oooo...there is someone! Spill! It's obvious you're thinking about him now! Oh my stars, you're blushing! You HAVE to tell us now!"

I opened my mouth but Rebecca glared at me and uttered, "don't even try to lie."

Dammit.

My thoughts raced a mile a minute to try and found a way out of this situation. Looking at my friends' eager and smug faces, I knew the only thing that would get me out of confessing was the apocalypse...and even that was debatable.

"Fine. But you are all sworn to secrecy of the highest order!" I finally caved in.

They squealed and dragged me off the path, ignoring the startled looks from those walking nearby, and against the nearest building which happened to be a barrack not far from ours. On the one hand I knew if I waited to tell back at our barrack, other nurses would be there and I certainly did NOT want the whole camp to know. Yet it also made me uncomfortable to say his name out here in the open.

There was no way this was going to end well.

"I bet it's Winters." Mary stated.

"Who?"

Mary rolled her eyes at Lucy. "The redhead from Easy Company. He does seem swell, if on the quiet side."

Rebecca shushed them both. "If you two would shut up, she might actually tell us."

My throat felt swollen. Oh why had I agreed to this? I could just throw out a name and they would not know the difference, right? Maybe I should just say Winters and be done with it.

Lucy seemed to be able to read my mind though. "If you don't say it, I'll walk straight to the officers' table at dinner tomorrow and tell them all what happened when you got drunk last month."

Oh no! I could feel the blood drain out of my face. It did not help the smirk that grew on her face like the cat that caught the canary. She knew she had me. Maybe I could give hints and they would be satisfied?

"Um, he is from Dog Company."

"Is he an officer?" Mary asked.

"Yes…"

"Is he handsome?" Lucy wiggled her eyebrows.

Rebecca swatted Lucy's arm. "What kind of dumb question is that?"

"I can't handle the anticipation!" Mary practically bounced on her toes, a huge smile on her face. "Just tell us!"

"It’s Lieutenant Speirs."

All three stared at me like I had just grown a second head or dropped my drawers right there.

"What?" I shrugged, fiddling with my apron, "I think he's handsome...and intriguing."

"You know the rumors about him right?" Rebecca stated flatly, eyeing me like she was concerned for my mental state of being.

"Yeah, but they are just rumors. We all know the rumors they say about Lucy and that private from…"

Lucy reached for me to cover my mouth but I swatted her hand away, stepping out of her reach, smiling.

"No wonder she never goes out with us. He always stays on base."

"It's not like that!" I slipped my arm through Rebecca's, trying to encourage the group to start walking again. "He has never even said a word to me. It's alright though. I like admiring him from afar. He's like something delicious for my eyes."

That got the girls laughing and I could not help joining in. Maybe it was good that I told them? A bonding thing or something. Not like anything would ever come out of my crush or admitting it.

"I think your mother must have dropped you on your head one too many times as a baby." Lucy said to me, slipping her arm through my other one. "But at least it's not that guy from Easy who is always trying to pinch our asses."

"Cobb?"

We all shuddered. No one liked him.

We continued our walk, talking and laughing about different men from the companies. They argued which dresses they should wear tonight and if they had enough time to completely redo their hair. I listened, adding my thoughts occasionally but just happy to absorb the energy and joy they emitted. Even if I could not join them tonight, which I did not mind too much, alcohol and me did not mix well as we learned, I liked helping them get ready. It was a nice change from talking about blood, wounds and sepsis.

If only I had taken the time to look behind me, I would have seen a pair of dark eyes following me with the curl of smoke from a cigarette drifting around them.

*****

I stood in the aid station's supply room, counting bundles of bandages on the shelves before me and writing the numbers on the clipboard in my hands. It was mundane work but I enjoyed it. The station was quiet, no one had come in yet to get their hands bandaged from a fight or for something to help with the hangover they would certainly have come morning.

The charge nurse had stepped out to get some missing paperwork and most likely have a cigarette.

Softly I hummed to myself. I only had about three hours left on my shift then I could go back to barracks and sleep.

I heard the main door open but when no one called out I assumed it was the charge staff returning. Odd, she had not been gone that long. Humming still, I bent over to grab a basket from the bottom shelf to count the scissors next.

"You enjoy admiring me from afar, mmm?" The deep voice spoke from behind me.

Started by the sudden voice, I whipped around, almost dropping the clipboard still in my hands.

Lieutenant Ronald Speirs leaned against the doorframe to the supply room, arms crossed over his chest. Dressed in a clean uniform with his garrison cap and the paratrooper emblem on it, he looked like an Adonis.

Then his words sank in.

"Ex...excuse me?"

He tilted his head slightly as he studied me with those dark eyes, a side smirk lifted his lips. "And apparently I am something delicious for your eyes?"

My brain went on the fritz…here was my worst nightmare come true. I leaned against the counter behind me, needing the extra support. "Ah, um, who...who said that?"

"You should be more observant of where you are divulging secrets in the future, particularly in front of an officer's barrack with the door open."

Oh no.

My face felt like it was on fire and I averted my eyes, utterly embarrassed. I hugged the clipboard closer to my chest, wishing to be anywhere in the world but here at this moment.

He chuckled, the sound shooting through me like a rocket. Even when he was purposely humiliating me, he was still attractive. There should be a law against that.

"Lieutenant Speirs," I started, my mouth full of cotton and I refused to lift my gaze off the floor. How could I ever look at him again and not spontaneously combust into a supernova of humiliation? "I apologize for my statements. It was unprofessional of me."

"Is it true though?"

I squeaked when he spoke again, suddenly closer. In the next moment I could see the tops of his boots in my vision.

"Sir?" My voice cracked as I spoke. Oh God, could this get any worse?

A calloused hand gripped my chin, slowly encouraging my chin up.

In a last ditch effort to maintain whatever dignity I had left, I kept my eyes downcast, moving only up to his chest as he tilted my head up.

"Nurse, look at me." His voice deepened with the command.

My stomach flip flopped at the sound, heart rate accelerated dangerously. I swear he could hear it since his smirk grew ever so slightly. My eyes finally met his dark ones as he loomed over me, holding me hostage with his intense gaze and his hand on my chin. I could not help but wonder if my pupils dilated.

Dammit.

"Is. It. True?"

"Yes." The whisper came unbidden out of my lips, as if summoned forth by him without my consent.

His other hand tugged the clipboard from my hands, having had it pressed against my chest like a shield. The whole time our eyes remained locked. It was both exhilaration and nerve-wracking. This terrifying and handsome man who had never directly spoken to me and I had secretly pined for was now within inches of me, his hand on my chin and gazing into my eyes.

I absent-mindedly wondered if I would faint as all my brain cells seemed to suddenly have vanished.

His hand upon my chin slowly began sliding up my jawline, the softest caress to cup my cheek then slip behind my neck. His touch was intoxicating.

"Mmm…am now? Do you still admire me this close?"

Words were useless at this point. I was a fly caught in a spider's web. I could only stare at him, a prey afraid to move once it found itself within a predator's gaze.

He closed the distance between us further, only a hairbreadth of space between our chests. Lowering his head he brought his mouth close to my ear to whisper, "I am flattered, but we are headed for war. Distractions will only get us killed."

"Am I a distraction?"

I had no idea where the question came from since my brain was running on autopilot and all my senses felt like they were on fire. It was when he tensed minutely that I realized what I actually asked.

His hand dragged agonizingly slow down my back until he gripped the counter next to my hip. His other hand mirrored, both hands gripping the counter I was pressed against. His thumbs rubbed small circles on my hips, keeping me in place even more than his body crowding me.

"Every damn day you distract me." He confessed, his hot breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I want to touch you and taste you for myself. I want to throttle every man that receives your touch, even if you are only doing your job."

My breath was caught in my chest. It was only when his lips landed on my neck that a sound between a gasp and a moan escaped me. My hands flew to grasp the front of his ODs, to keep myself upright as my legs had turned to jelly. His lips caressed my skin, trailing kisses and nips from my neck to my jawline. At one point one of my hands slid up to knock his cap off, carding my fingers through his short hair. His hands skimmed up from my hips to my waist then to rub the underside of my breasts with his thumbs before trailing back down to my hips. I moaned at his touch, a fire blazing through my veins. He seemed to like that, a possessive growl came from deep in his throat as he sucked on the corner of my jaw. If he had not been holding me up, I would have been a lust-fueled puddle on the floor. I knew tomorrow I would most likely have bruises on my hips for how tightly his hands gripped me and on my neck due to his affections but all I could think of was I wanted more. I wanted him to hold me tighter, hold me closer, touch me more, kiss me harder. I wanted more of this intoxication. I wanted to drown in him and never resurface.

Time both stilled and spent up. I was unsure how long we remained in that precarious position, all my focus on the man holding me hostage on the brink of ecstasy.

The slamming of the front door broke us out of our haze. His lips left my skin, but he did not move. His chest rapidly rising and falling to mirror my own. Shifting back slightly his gaze met him. I wondered how flushed my face was but in the moment I did not care. He had never looked so beautiful. Swollen lips, lust-filled eyes, his ODs slightly wrinkled from my hands clutching at them.

God I hoped I remembered this until the day I died.

Slowly he took a step back, his hands trailing over my hips until the last minute to fall by his sides. "Until next time. Have a pleasant evening, Nurse." After one final longing look, he turned and silently walked out.

Only when the front door shut did it startle me out of my dreamy haze.

Wait...that's it?

Until next time?

What does that mean?

I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. What just happened? I knew it was not my imagination since I could almost feel the bruises forming on my hips and neck. I would need to get some ice, otherwise I was unsure how I would explain love bites to my friends tomorrow. My fingers drifted over my lips, in awe of what just happened.

That single touch threw a bucket of cold water over me.

That whole time we never actually kissed!

WHAT?!

On more than one occasion as I laid awake at night on my cot, I had fantasized what his kisses would feel like. And now I blew it.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." I muttered, digging the heels of my palms into my eye sockets. Self-deprecation would only get me so far right now. I opened my eyes and dropped my hands to my sides. To my surprise a garrison cap laid just next to my feet. Squatting down, I gingerly picked it up, holding it in my hand like a precious jewel. The paratrooper emblem immediately let me know who it belonged to. I forgot I knocked it off his head.

A plan began to form in my mind.

There was only one way he was getting his garrison cap back.

He would have to trade it for a proper kiss.

#easy company #band of brothers #Band of Brothers fandom #band of brothers fanfic #ronald speirs #ron speirs #ron speirs x reader #ronald speirs x reader #ronald speirs x ofc #nurse corps #reader insert

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imagine-band-of-brothers · 4 years

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I was here. I exist. I’m alive because I bleed.

A/N: Yo, I wrote a thing for Mr. ROn Ron Speirs because I love him the most out of anyone ever and i just needed to get something angsty out there to channel my very strong emotions about my job being out of lunchables, like it’s been months and they still haven’t restocked. anyways the title is a quote i had saved in the recesses of my notes somewhere, i have no clue who it’s by tho, also no shade to the real life hero Ronald Speirs, because bruh this is just fanfiction.

He loves you, he swears he does.

Just not enough.

He loved you in those short and fleeting moments when there isn’t time for anything but looking and wanting. When your fingertips would brush together in a rare splendid moment of bliss. And, yeah, it’d be short.

After all he could only love you in his own quiet desperate way. And it’s fine -

You knew it wouldn’t be a frenzy of I-love-you’s, and it definitely wasn’t going to last forever, but it was easy to pretend that it might have.

“I’m a soldier.” He had said, and you had known then that he was ending whatever weird mixed up thing you had. His shoulders were tightly drawn up, tense in a nervous way that didn’t belong to him and nothing in the whole world could have brought them down. “I can not give you what you need.”

What I need, you had thought, is you. But you were never very brave, and there were so many words, even now, stuck inside you, and that would probably never come out.

“You deserve a normal life, a perfect life. With a man who can be good, who can be good just for you.”

“You’re good, you -” Your voice had cracked then because this was really happening. You should have known. The war was over. And here he was tying up all of those loose ends before he went back to his real life. Without you. But there were so many pieces of thread connecting you, and it would have taken centuries of tying and bleeding before he could ever be rid of you.

“I was born to kill, to always be fighting. Which is fine, I’ve always known what I am. But there’s no room for love or children in that kind of chaos. There’s no future in war.” His eyebrows had scrunched together in earnest but other than that he didn’t sound like he felt anything.

“But the war’s over I -”

“Some wars don’t ever end,” He had whispered so quietly and you wanted to punch him and feather every part of his face with kisses at the same time. You wanted to touch him and memorize every line and scar carved into his skin because soon he would be lost to you forever.

You think you understand though, after all, it’s been such a long winter. And there are just some things that don’t grow back after that kind of cold.

And if nothing else you will always have this silver tongued silence between you. And even though you haven’t seen him in years you will always have the pieces of himself that he gave you.

His deep rooted eyes; that have seen thousands of years of suffering.

His hands; that were rough and bruised and burned from always touching the fire.

His lips; that have been chapped and withered but whispered love into your skin anyways.

His hair; that was dark and twisty and so many other things you can only almost remember.

His voice; that was low and sweet, and angry and every awful magnificent thing all at once.

His heart; that had been hardened before you met and after, that could never love you quite enough.

You will spend the rest of your life looking for these parts of him. And no matter how long you search you will never find the whole of him.

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfiction #ronald speirs #ron ron speirs #ronald speirs x ofc #band of brothers imagine #fanfiction #imagine #angsty story #seriously the gas station i work at needs to buy more lunchables #sad #i love ronald speris with my whole hecking heart #please make me famou #famous*#validate me also while you're at it #hbo war #easy company

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inknopewetrust · 3 years

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Here is the first of many recommendations of my favorite fanfictions. Now, this is not a cumulative list of everything I've ever read, but it is what I've been enjoying most recently or can’t get over, and the ones I immediately believe deserve recognition and further exposure.

I hope those who decide to read these fics enjoy them as much as I have, and to those who I've included, thank you for sharing your gift with this community and continue pursuing your passion.

Golden Cages // @aniqua

Aleksander Morozova x Sun!Summoner Reader x Malyen Oretsev // Firstly, let’s establish one thing: I am not the biggest fan of sun!summoner readers because of the initial reaction to Alina being one originally—but this fic is just *chef’s kiss.* It’s amazing. That’s plain and simple, taken as fact, an honest opinion and I love it. Plus I didn’t think I’d like Mal as much as I do in this?? I am a strictly Darkling girl and that surprised me a lot. A true testament to the writing and how it makes me feel.

Brighter Than the Sun // by @holden-caulfield

Aleksander Morozova x Reader // This is shorter compared to many of the other works on the list, but nevertheless angsty, heartbreaking, and truly invokes a sadness in the readers heart. Good angst writers know how to capture every sense needed to feel tension and truth, to which this author does spectacularly in less than 400 words.

Five Times Olivia Benson Thought She Saw Sparks Fly (Plus the One Time She Saw Them For Herself) // by @hurricanejjareau and @qvid-pro-qvo

Rafael Barba x Gender Neutral Reader // Words cannot describe how much I love this fic. It is so wonderfully written and full of love, longing, and ultimately an adorable resolution. This was one of the first Barba fics I had ever read on here, and it certainly has remained a favorite. It’s a fantastic collaboration between great writers.

I Can’t Hold You Now (And God, it Kills Me) // by @qvid-pro-qvo

Rafael Barba x Reader // I absolutely adore fics that follow canon is some way, shape, or form. As a direct insert into 17 x 10—Townhouse Incident—it feels incredibly natural to the storyline. There isn’t a heavy backstory on the reader and I love it. It’s about the characters, their relationships to one another, and the revelation of reader’s relationship with Rafael. I am just smitten with this fic!

Masterlist // by @thatesqcrush

I know this isn't what is usually on a fanfiction rec list, but ya'll, I have enjoyed ever single fic I've ever read from this author. From Rafael Barba to Bryan Kneef to Nevada Ramirez and more, there are few who write them all exquisitely as she does. So, I couldn't just choose one because I love them all. They're beautifully written, sexy as hell, and leave me wanting more every time I finish reading one. (These are 18+ so don’t go reading unless you’re of age!)

Sham, Pride, and Illicit Affairs // by @peeterparkr

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader // Seriously one of the best, if not the best, Anthony Bridgerton x Reader stories. It is exquisitely written and immediately pulls you in and asking for more. The reader is written in a way that feels natural, a continuation or addition to the story we know rather than an obvious insert. I cannot say enough wonderful words about this fic, so if you are a Bridgerton fan, you have to read this fic!

We'll Meet Again // by @siren-meets // on Ao3

Ronald Speirs (Band of Brothers) x OFC // I have read this story over and over again because it is simply amazing. Eleanor is the perfect OC to pair with Ron; their story is believable, the writing is respectful and flows so well with the episodic drama BoB so gracefully produces. Reading this, you can see the care and love put into the interpretation of each character (which is absolutely spot on), as well as the steadfast effort to make the female OC nothing like we'd expect her to be.

Dance With Me // by @zim-zam-goddamn

George Luz (Band of Brothers) x Reader // This fic is so heartwarming and cute. It's a really great interpretation of how Rick Gomez portrays George Luz, almost exactly what I'd imagine the character to be like if the situation were real. I think that speaks to the testament of how well BoB writers understand the characters and how to further them on the page (or computer, or cellphone, or where ever someone reads fics).

A Punchable Face I Want to Kiss // by @prurientpuddlejumper

Frederick Chilton (Hannibal) x Reader // This entire series is phenomenal. Chilton is a character you shouldn’t like. Irredeemable qualities, malpractice, etc., etc., but 1. Raúl Esparza and 2. this author knows how to make you love the character. It’s masterfully written, incredibly spicy, and full of heart I wasn’t expecting. An Absolutely wonderful series. (Chapter 1 is linked!)

Death of a Bachelor // @delos-mio

Logan Delos (Westworld) x Reader // I read this months ago and still think about it. Its a detailed, original story that I can get behind and it includes an entire trip to a city I hold very near and dear to my heart (it’s so descriptive and accurate too!) Definitely one of my favorite Logan stories written on any of the platforms. Plus Ben Barnes is having a MOMENT right now and Logan is one of my favorite characters of his.

#fanfiction recommendation #fanfiction rec list #x reader #x female reader #x gender neutral reader #shadow and bone x reader #darkling x you #the darkling x reader #band of brothers x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #logan delos x reader #hannibal x reader #bridgerton x reader #westworld x reader #rafael barba x reader #frederick chilton x reader #ronald speirs x reader #george luz x reader #mal oretsev x reader

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kilojulietsierra · 2 months

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Hi! I just found your account randomly and I absolutely LOVED your Speirs fic. It was so good. I can’t wait to read more Band of Brothers from you!!

Thank you so much! I’m glad you loved it and grateful for you letting me know! Messages like this make my day. 💚 I was working on the Eugene Roe fic yesterday and should have it ready to post soon!!

#band of brothers #hbowar #ronald speirs #ron speirs #band of brothers fanfic #doc roe #eugene roe #ron speirs x ofc #anon ask

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incorrectbandofbrothersquotes · 2 years

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You Better, You Better, You Bet - Chapter 25

All I Ask

Ron Speirs x Juliet Fletcher

Summary: Juliet Fletcher reaches a breaking point in her life. When she is at her absolute lowest, she meets Ron Speirs, and something happens between them that neither of them will ever forget.

Word Count: 3.3k

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A/N: Hope you all enjoy this update!

Warning(s): This one gets the teeniest bit steamy at the end, but nothing explicit :)

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Chapter 25 here we go!!!

Ron couldn’t remember the last time he was inside a church. The closest he’d come was the convent in Noville, but he hadn’t spent much time in the sanctuary of that building. This one was only a sanctuary, with a measly five rows of pews, and a plain altar with only a dusty cloth draped across it. The candle sticks on either side were equally coated, though they were melted down to almost stumps at this point. Ron wondered where the preacher stood to give his sermons without a pulpit.

Juliet’s blonde hair stood out against the gray, stone walls of the place. She walked over to the piano in the corner, took a seat on the bench, and pressed her finger down on a key. The sound reverberated, but the space wasn’t large enough to have much echo. She glanced around, as if following the note on its path across the room. Then she sighed.

“Well, this should do,” she said. “Piano needs tuning though.”

“What song are you gonna sing?” he wondered, for he had no advice on tuning a piano. He didn’t know enough about music to tell the difference, really.

“Ave Maria,” she answered.

His brow furrowed. “Isn’t that more of a holiday song?”

“They’re called the Winters,” she retorted. “Besides…I think it suits them.”

Ron considered that for a moment, and the more he thought about it, he agreed. Winters and his soon-to-be wife were moral, upstanding people - and blessed as well, as the song suggested.

“I don’t think the venue suits them as much,” he said.

“They’d have preferred the bigger church Kaprun proper, but it’s Catholic,” Juliet explained. “They can’t get married there.”

“It’s just a building.”

“I agree that it’s absurd, but rules are rules.”

“I thought Melanie was Catholic?” Ron speculated.

“Nope, Methodist,” Juliet corrected. “Though, I had the same thought. Maybe it’s that she’s got the disposition of a nun.”

“She’s certainly not a nun now,” he remarked.

She started to smile, but it faded before it reached her eyes. Ron’s gaze rested on Juliet’s weary face, and wondered if she could do this. She was still heartbroken about Billy, and torn about how to move forward. She had only just managed to write to Nancy to give her the news - with Ron’s encouragement, for he had insisted it should come from Juliet. No one else could understand their loss.

“Are you singing a Catholic song just to give the finger to that other church?” he asked, suddenly realizing.

“No!” she insisted. “Well…not entirely, but I do find it funny.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“No, it really is because I like it for them,” she said. “Especially since I think Melanie might be pregnant.”

“How could you possibly know that?” he wondered.

“Have you seen her breasts lately?” she returned. “They were nice before, but now, they’re real whoppers.” She stopped and held her hands out in front of her own chest, puffing her cheeks out for extra effect. “I mean, if she’s not pregnant, Dick is just one lucky bloke.”

Ron just stared at her for a few long moments. “How often do you take such notice of other women's breasts?”

“Well, it’s hard not to be envious with a chest like mine,” she said. “I’m just thankful you’re a leg man, or we might not have even been together.”

He blinked. “What?”

“You’re really not subtle when you look at me,” she returned, a sly smile on her lips.

He couldn’t really claim otherwise, since Juliet’s legs had always been rather alluring to him. But he had no idea she’d noticed. Memories of the way they once wrapped around his waist swam to the front of his mind, but he shook his head to rid himself of the image.

“For God’s sake, Juliet, we’re in a church,” he murmured in reply.

She chuckled. “Oh, please, I’ve done far worse things in much nicer churches than this one.”

“Jesus Christ…” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I think I’m happier not knowing.”

She ran her fingers over the piano keys again, a shadow of melancholy crossing her face. “I’ve never understood that mentality.” She paused for a beat. “Especially now. There’s so much I wish I knew about Billy.” She looked up at the cross that hung on the wall behind the altar - an old, tarnished thing, but still hanging on. “I don’t know if he still believed. If he prayed for something while he was a prisoner. Or how he’d want his daughter brought up. I wish I knew everything.”

He looked at the ground, toeing it with his boot. It killed him that he couldn’t fix this. There was no way to make it right, and only time would bring her happiness again. He wished for a moment that he had more practice with people so that he might have something graceful to say to ease her wounded heart.

“The Islanders might be able to help you figure it out,” he said.

She nodded slowly. “Maybe.”

“Have you told your mother?” he wondered suddenly. “About the girl?”

She shook her head. “No, I haven’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I haven’t made up my mind about her yet.”

Ron blinked. “What?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely going to go meet her,” Juliet assured him. “But…as far as adopting her and raising her…I’m not quite sure about all that.”

“She’s your niece,” he reminded her.

“I know that,” she said. “And for that, I love her. But I love her enough to recognize that I may not be what’s best for her.” She paused for a beat and looked up at the ceiling. She sniffled, and then cast her gaze on him again. “I’ve never wanted to be a mother. I’m not cut out for it. I’ve got no maternal instincts, I’m not nurturing, and I’m not very responsible. Would you trust me with your children?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.

She returned with a melancholy smile. “You’re just being nice.”

“I’m not,” he insisted.

“You ought to have children,” she said, deflecting. “They’d be gorgeous.”

“Don’t change the subject,” he replied. He wanted to tell her that would never happen, since she couldn’t have children, but the consequences of admitting that would lead to something else entirely, and her reluctance to take on her niece was more pressing. “Nancy has a right to know about her grandchild.”

“So she can grieve for something else?” she shot back. “I think I’ll spare her.”

“You’re making up your mind before giving it a try,” he said.

“I’m trying to do what’s best for the child,” she argued.

“Stop hiding behind that,” he returned, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Just admit you’re scared.”

She got to her feet, the bench scraping loudly against the stone floor.

“Fine,” she snapped. “I am scared. I’m terrified of what it means to take on a child. I’m scared I’m going to look her in the face and see my brother and resent her for being alive while he isn’t. I’m scared I’ll resent him for leaving me this enormous responsibility that I know will make me feel like I’m failing every single day.” She paused to take a deep breath, wiping at a tear that had leaked out of the corner of her eye. “I can’t do this.”

“You don’t have a choice,” he said.

She glowered at him. “That’s not helpful.”

“I don’t care,” he told her. “There’s a little girl out there who needs you. You don’t have the option of being a coward.” He couldn’t deny that he was furious with her. And maybe he was being harsh, but it didn’t matter. She needed to hear this, she needed to understand. “And to rob your mother of a relationship with her grandchild because of your own feelings? You’re a lot of things, Juliet, but I’ve never known you to be that selfish.”

Her mouth fell open as she stared at him. But he didn’t give a damn if she was shocked or offended. This was a child’s life, her family’s wishes, her brother’s legacy - all things that were bigger than her. She continued to gape at him for several moments until finally, she closed her mouth and looked away.

“You should go,” she said. “I need to practice.”

He didn’t answer. He only turned on his heel and swept back down the aisle and out the front doors. He did not look back, though he swore he heard her let out a sob. The doors shut behind him. He wondered how many times he would be able to walk away from her. Each time, he felt he was leaving more of himself behind.

***

The wedding passed in a bit of a blur. Juliet’s sharp fury at Ron faded into more of a dull ache of anger as she sang, and watched Melanie glide down the aisle on Colonel Sink’s arm. There was still so much happiness in the world. For a moment, she could appreciate that. Through a thick Austrian accent, a pastor brought Melanie and Dick together as man and wife. Juliet watched Melanie’s face through the whole service, searching for any hesitation, any doubt, any fear, but there was none. Melanie looked at Dick like he was her whole world, and she readily pledged her life to him. And when Dick slid a gold ring on her finger, solidifying their promise, a smile claimed her lips. That is, until Dick did, once given permission to kiss the bride.

The colonel had arranged a small reception back at the hotel, so that the men could celebrate with the happy couple they had all come to love and respect. Juliet carefully avoided Ron there, and instead remained close to Nixon. After a quick toast to their friends, and their own roles as witnesses, he took a long look at her as she downed the champagne in her glass.

“I think I know the answer to this, but…are you doing alright?” he asked.

“Fuck no,” Juliet replied holding off a small belch that bubbled up her throat. “But I don’t feel much like talking about it, so let’s just say I’m fine.”

“Have you heard back from your boss yet?” he wondered.

“No,” she told him. “Which means she’s either accepted my resignation quietly or she’s on her way here to strangle me.”

He checked his watch. “She’s only got about ten hours or she’ll miss you.”

Juliet had made arrangements to leave Austria the following day. After fulfilling her duty as wedding singer, there was really nothing left for her there. No story, and now her best friend was leaving for her honeymoon, and would henceforth no longer be her roommate, but share space with her new husband. As for Ron…well, she was still mad at him. But, she figured that would make their parting easier.

“Which if she does get here, will only infuriate her further,” she said.

“Gonna start sleeping with one eye open?” he joked.

“I’ll have to, or it’s my neck,” she returned.

Nix chuckled, but Juliet couldn’t bring herself to smile. He got up to give a speech, meanwhile, she looked around for another drink. Luckily, there was still plenty to go around.

After the toast, Dick and Melanie had to go get their bags to prepare to leave for their honeymoon - a five day trip to Salzburg. Juliet snuck out as well, returning to their billet with her roommate, just for one last moment alone before they parted.

“Need any help packing, Mrs. Winters?” Juliet offered.

Melanie beamed. “I think I’ve got just about everything, but thank you.”

“Well, I wanted to catch you and tell you congratulations again,” Juliet said. “And how much I’m going to miss you.”

Melanie’s brows drew together for a moment before she realized, and they retreated back up her forehead. “Oh, that’s right, you’ll have gone by the time we get back.” She yanked Juliet into a hug. “I’m going to miss you too.”

Juliet smiled and gave Melanie a gentle squeeze. Melanie pulled back and looked Juliet in the eyes.

“You’ve been a great friend to me, Juliet,” she said. “I can’t thank you enough for being so supportive and taking part in this, especially when I know you’re hurting so much.”

Juliet swallowed a lump in throat. “Look at you,” she choked out. “Thinking of me when it’s your wedding day.”

“Well, of course,” Melanie returned. “Oh, and I did want to wish you luck with your niece. I know it must be frightening, but if anyone can do it, it’s you.”

“I am a bit scared,” Juliet admitted. “I just…I don’t know how to be her mother.”

Melanie rubbed Juliet’s arm. “Of course you don’t. And you shouldn’t try to be.”

Juliet blinked. “What?”

“You can’t replace her mother, and no one should ask you to,” Melanie said. “Just be her aunt. The aunt who takes care of her because her parents can’t. Think of it as…long term babysitting. You won’t be perfect, certainly, but as long as you love that child, I think you’ll raise her to be a fine young lady.”

Juliet blinked away more tears. She was so sick of crying at this point, but it was hard not to when she was hearing exactly what she needed to. What was worse was that Melanie was implying the same thing Ron had said bluntly, just in kinder words. Juliet really didn’t have a choice. To abandon Hazel would be to abandon Billy. Her own family.

“Thanks, Mel,” Juliet said. “You’re a real treasure.”

Melanie, with her sweet smile, leaned forward and kissed Juliet’s cheek. She opened her mouth to say more, but a knock on the door frame had both women turning their heads. Dick stood there, bags in hand, looking at Melanie expectantly.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes, darling,” she replied quickly.

Juliet walked over to Dick and pulled him in for a friendly hug. He stiffened at first, surprised by the sudden familiarity, but after a moment, he relaxed, and returned it. When she pulled away, she clapped him on the arm.

“I know I don’t have to tell you to, but I’m going to say it anyway,” she said. “You take care of her.”

His mouth turned up into a kind smile. “Of course I will.”

“I’ll write to you, Mel,” Juliet said, facing her friend once more. “After the honeymoon anyway.”

Melanie’s grin impossibly widened. “I look forward to hearing from you. Such good luck, Juliet.”

One more hug, one more murmur of farewell, and Melanie at last took Dick’s hand and followed him down the corridor to a waiting car. Juliet watched them go until they were out of sight. With a sigh, she looked at the now half-empty room, though it felt even emptier than that. Juliet knew that by morning, it would be entirely vacant, as she and Melanie were moving on. Could it really have been just a couple months ago that they met for the first time in Haguenau? When Melanie balked at being referred to as Dick’s girlfriend? And now she was his wife.

Juliet’s life had turned around too. Back then, she had only herself to worry about. Now, there was someone else. Someone she had to commit to for the rest of her life. Not a man, but a child. Both options were equally daunting, but as she recalled Melanie’s smile, with all the love shining behind her eyes for Dick, Juliet thought that perhaps she could find joy in being responsible to someone as well. She loved Billy enough, didn’t she? Enough to sacrifice her freedom and raise his daughter? Yes. Yes, she thought so.

But before she did, there was someone else she needed to answer to.

***

Evening fell over Zell am Zee, which Ron only noticed because he had to switch on a lamp to read his book. It was the one Juliet had written, the terrible regency romance full of cliches and flowery language and a couple scenes that still made heat rise to his cheeks. And yet, he’d carried it with him through the whole war. Though he knew it was not fine literature, he found himself entertained by it. It was a great distraction when things were tough. And the worn edges of each page and beat up cover were indicators of how often that was.

A knock on the door interrupted his reading. Setting the book aside, he got to his feet, bracing himself to deal with some other drunk and disorderly private who had taken the wedding celebration a bit too far. But there was no squad leader or platoon sergeant standing on the other side. It was Juliet.

“You’re right,” she blurted out before he could even manage so much as a ‘good evening.’ “I’m being selfish. I’ve only ever wanted for my life to be mine. I know I was engaged once, but I never really belonged to him. I didn’t think I’d belong to anyone. Until meeting you.”

He blinked, taken aback, and shifted his weight. “Juliet, I -”

“Wait, I’m not finished,” she said. She chewed her lip a moment before she continued. “We didn’t work out, and that’s my fault. But after it was over, I wanted to go back to the way I was before. I realized that…there is no going back. I do belong to others, and I’m gonna give my life to my niece. As much of it as I can. I just wanted to say that…” she trailed off, her cheeks going a shade pinker than usual. “You changed me forever, Ron. Thank you for that.”

She met his gaze, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. No words were forming in his brain to respond - and how could he, to something so raw? And he wasn’t sure what she expected from this, if anything at all. He took a deep breath.

“Jules…” he lost his train of thought again.

“One more thing,” she said. “Before I do this…I’ve got one more night of being selfish left. And I only want to spend it with someone who loves m-”

He cut her off with a searing kiss. This was the only appropriate response in his mind. He couldn’t tell her how much she had affected him too - he didn’t have the words - but he could show her. His arms wound around her, one at her waist, the other at her shoulders, and his fingers slid into her hair. He held him around his middle, melting into his embrace, and taking a step toward the doorway. He pulled her the rest of the way in, keeping her body flush against his as he kicked the door shut behind them.

They fumbled with buttons, buckles, and laces as they shed their clothing, neither of them able to bear any barriers. Skin against skin was the only tolerable state. He pinned her beneath him, their fingers intertwined above her head as he thrust into her. He kissed every part of her his mouth could reach, from her lips to her jaw to her neck and collarbone, showering her with the affection he couldn’t speak. Her legs locked around his hips, keeping him as close as possible while they chased their mutual pleasure. They were together. Together, together, together…

In the afterglow, Ron held her close. She slept soundly against his chest, but he remained awake a while longer, dragging his fingers over her arm or her back. He couldn’t stop touching her. Or looking at her. Taking her in. Hoping she’d stay. He pressed his lips to her forehead before closing his eyes and following her into slumber.

He woke to an empty bed. When he rolled over, he expected to see Juliet in the room, getting dressed, but there was no sign of her. With a start, he sat up. On the nightstand was a note, which he snatched up and hastily opened. There, in Juliet’s familiar scrawl, was a message.

Thank you for the perfect goodbye. Love, J.

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