Category: slash

Dick takes his responsibilities as Battalion XO seriously, albeit with great reluctance; but even if he wanted to join his men in their foxholes, he couldn’t. He’s too valuable to be allowed to sleep on the front line. Fortunately, Nixon doesn’t give a rat’s ass for decorum. No one should sleep alone in this kind of cold.

Teen, Bastogne fic. This might just be my favourite foxhole fic ever.

falling faintly, by kaydeefalls

He wants the familiarity of cheap whiskey, the burn of it, the taste of home in every foreign town. He wants to be watched by knowing eyes, to be wanted.

He wants too many things he can’t have, God help him.

Mature, post-series. Nix is having trouble adjusting. This is perfection, an amazing Nix POV and a great look at post-War life.

Finding Home, by Destina

Dick had pressed his fingertips against Nix’s throat and held them there until some warmth bled from his fingertips back into Nix’s frozen skin. His pulse beat steadily against Dick’s hand, an echo caught and tapped back.

M, angsty Nix POV. This just about breaks my heart. Bittersweet, with all the sweet courtesy of Dick Winters, of course.

One Unknowable Thing, by Destina

“All right. So let’s assume that one’s secretary is both attractive and willing. Would her boss just throw her over his desk, unbutton, and have his wanton way with her?“ 

 Nix choked on his brandy. "God, Dick. Don’t do that!" 

"Don’t throw you over my desk, or don’t talk about it?”

Mature, established relationship. Nix helps Dick break in his new office the right way. This is delicious!

Brand You with an Inked Stamp, by Shoshanna Gold