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crack_van2009-01-31 11:25 pm
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Scars and Souvenirs by Kenna McGuire (PG)
My last recommendation for this turn. It was a really hard choice (some of my favorites are work in progress) and sorry if I recced quite only Winters/Nixon, but, well, they are the main couple in this fandom. And I tried to rec "recent" works.
See you around :)
Fandom: BAND OF BROTHERS
Pairing: Winters/Nixon
Length: 58k
Author on LJ: -
Author Website: hosted on the keikotorium
Why this must be read: if you watched emo!Winters alone in Paris, you know who was missing in it. This fic make everything right.
Paris was a beautiful, lively city, but he found it overpowering and didn’t know quite what to think of it all, or what to do with himself. [...] French was such a beautiful language, and it didn’t really matter that he couldn’t understand anything. It had a very different cadence from English; its words sounded so much more melodic and graceful. And it brought back Nix’s D-Day briefing, and the way the Normandy town names had rolled elegantly off his tongue. The memory sent a pang through him, and he suddenly, selfishly, wished Nix were there. They could have explored the city together, and Nix could have shown him his favorite places. But Nix wasn’t there. He was on his way back to Aldbourne, to someone else, and he carefully diverted his thoughts away from that fact, and the painful void it left in his stomach.
Scars and Souvenirs
See you around :)
Fandom: BAND OF BROTHERS
Pairing: Winters/Nixon
Length: 58k
Author on LJ: -
Author Website: hosted on the keikotorium
Why this must be read: if you watched emo!Winters alone in Paris, you know who was missing in it. This fic make everything right.
Paris was a beautiful, lively city, but he found it overpowering and didn’t know quite what to think of it all, or what to do with himself. [...] French was such a beautiful language, and it didn’t really matter that he couldn’t understand anything. It had a very different cadence from English; its words sounded so much more melodic and graceful. And it brought back Nix’s D-Day briefing, and the way the Normandy town names had rolled elegantly off his tongue. The memory sent a pang through him, and he suddenly, selfishly, wished Nix were there. They could have explored the city together, and Nix could have shown him his favorite places. But Nix wasn’t there. He was on his way back to Aldbourne, to someone else, and he carefully diverted his thoughts away from that fact, and the painful void it left in his stomach.
Scars and Souvenirs