For those of you who have stumbled upon this site by chance, this is home for the submissions for the Very Secret Santa Band of Brothers Project 2003. Share and enjoy and have a smashing new year!
Warning :: Some of these stories contain graphic depictions of grown males having consensual sex with one another. If this bothers you, please go somewhere else. All characters, though based on the real-life soldiers of Easy Company, are taken from HBO's miniseries Band of Brothers, and have been used without permission. Rights belong to HBO, we are merely borrowing.
Title: Broken Glass A present for: Rudhoreiel Written by: Katherine Pairing: post-war Winters/Nixon Rating: PG-13
There's a fat bead of blood on the tip of his finger. He notices the blood
before the sting, which doesn't come until he puts the finger in his mouth
and sucks on it.
Title: Ever After A present for: Natasha Written by: Rudhoreiel Pairing: Toye/Guarnere Rating: PG-13 Notes: For Natasha, Merry Christmas.
Three years on, and he still misses his friends like he misses his leg. A vague, phantom pain of something that should be there but isn't. He thinks of were they are now, and wonders if they feel it too.
Title: Letters from Kokomo A present for: Joey B. Words by: Untitled06 Remixed by: theDrifter Pairing: Shifty Powers/Floyd Talbert Rating: R Notes: Many thanks and much love to theDrifter who took what I wrote and made it a proper story, a special thank you to Jill for the extrabeta.
Truth is, I don't belong here or anywhere without the war.
Title: The Taste of Metal A present for: Herbert Written by: Natasha Pairing: Muck/Malarkey Rating: R Notes: Thanks to Housemouse for the beta.
Don sat down heavily. The cross dangled from the chain wound through his fingers. He’d touched it a hundred times.
Title: Together/Alone A present for: Katherine Written by: Joey B. Pairing: Webster/Liebgott Rating: PG-13
The mood is tense,
expectant – which is no wonder – and there seems to be no such thing as a
comfortable position to sit in. Hands tap, legs tap, even heads tap against
the round walls every once in a while. Webster stares at the floor like he
can already see Krauts aiming at the plane, at him.