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justtothesea · 10 months

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I finally got around to watching Band of Brothers last month, and now I'm obsessed with it and Winnix. These are some of my fav fics so far (more canon and modern and other aus under the cut) that I just had to rec - 'cause you know ya girl loves to make a rec list. Any other suggestions are welcomed! I'm very new to the fandom but I love them so much ♥

Canon Era fics:

Give Me Light, Give Me Life by unknown

rated E • 16,363 words

Summary: Post-war dreaming.

Here, in this bed with the warm weight of Dick’s body on his and their legs tangled together, his slow in-and-out breathing and one of Lew’s hands carelessly tucked up under his shirt, the war had never been closer to him and yet he felt at ease. They were refugees, the two of them, not of a country but of a moment in time to which they would never want to return but which would never let them go. They had to live inside and outside of it forever.

A Different War by x_art

Unrated • 28,796 words

Summary: In the dead space between one breath and the next, he had a revelation, or maybe it was just giving in. It was as if Nix had walked up, looked him in the eye and said gently, ‘Every one deserves to be happy, Dick. Even you.’

He dreamed of laying Nix down in the field of bright green clover that ran along the old Mill Road back home, and under the burning white sun, asking Nix if he could touch him.

He dreamed they were in the balcony of the old Century movie theater, sitting where all the spooners sat, watching The Wizard of Oz. Just when the house fell on the witch, Nix had turned to him, said something in French, his voice liquid and deep, and then leaned over for a kiss.

A Fine and Private Place by dancinguniverse

rated E • 3,157 words

Summary: Five places where Dick and Nix did not have sex, and one they did.

Dick peers in, then looks at him. “Lew, this is a closet.” Nix just blinks at him, and Dick tries to clarify. “Lew, this is Sink’s office closet.”

“And he’s gone for the week,” Nix agrees easily. “Safe as houses.”

Nix isn’t an idiot. Yeah, it’s a closet, but it’s at least spacious and not horribly disgusting. On the other hand it is inside Sink’s office, but surely they can just ignore that part.

under ice there’s a world moving slow by irishmizzy

rated E • 3,100 words

Summary: He thinks of Dick and his bright red hair, the only spot of color in the whole damn forest, and then he makes himself stop thinking about it.

He shoves at Nixon’s shoulders with both his hands and for a moment Nixon panics, thinking that he’s finally crossed the line and he’ll be transferred to HQ or court-martialed before dawn. But Dick doesn’t leave, just pushes Nixon backwards, toward the middle of the foxhole and then he’s pulling Nixon back toward him again, all the way back, so that they’re lying down and Dick’s tongue is in his mouth again and they’re pressed together and it’s like he’s been waiting the whole war for this.

A Few Degrees Warmer by bigboobedcanuck

rated T • 3,296 words

Summary: Dick has trouble shaving. Lew has trouble of his own.

“Don’t touch it, Nix.”

Lew lowers his hand, curling his fingers into a fist. “It doesn’t hurt. Is that good or bad? If it hit the artery I’d have bled out all over my foxhole by now.”

The thought would bring Dick to his knees if he wasn’t on them already. Despite the cold, sweat breaks out on his forehead under his helmet. “Medic!”

Too Far Along by bigboobedcanuck

rated E • 14,669 words • (A Few Degrees Warmer sequel)

Summary: In Haguenau, Lew and Dick eagerly anticipate time alone. The Germans have their own plans.

Groaning, Lew presses against him again, rotating his hips. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

Dick’s suddenly struck by a decidedly unpleasant sensation. “Have there been…have you….” He shakes his head. “Never mind.”

“Why, Captain Winters, are you jealous?” Lew grins, eyes gleaming.

“No. Maybe.”

Finding Home by destina

rated M • 4,902 words

Summary: Civilian life is challenging for Nix.

If it was ever going to happen, he’d told himself, it would have happened in that foxhole in Bastogne, when they huddled together for twelve hours under a tarp, too cold to move, too cold even to drink. Or maybe in Holland, in the rat trap where they’d been holed up for weeks. Maybe in Paris on a weekend pass, if they’d ever gotten around to it. Maybe in the quarters Dick put together for senior battalion staff in Germany.

Here’s to happy endings by astrapod

rated M • 2,521 words

Summary: Dick is injured in Bastogne.

They prepared him for getting shot at. They prepared him for bombs and foxholes and incompetent leaders. Hell, they even prepared him for going against human instinct by throwing himself out of a perfectly good airplane.

Nobody prepared him for watching his best friend die a slow and gruesome death.

Shades of Green by siarc_a_botel

rated T • 2k~ words

Summary: Trying not to be jealous was a hard task, especially for some members of Easy Company.

Looks like Nix only goes for red heads, huh?” Welsh giggled from Dick’s left, taking a swig of his alcohol.

Dick ignored him as he watched Nixon and the girl carry on dancing as if nothing happened, the lieutenant more than happy to keep her entertained. But by the way she was still practically gluing herself to Nixon’s side, hands roaming a little too far south, Dick wasn’t exactly happy to let it continue for much longer.

🔒A Drink of Stars by semperama

rated E • 2,850 words

Summary: “It doesn’t seem like a night for moderation.”

If anyone asked him, he’d say the only reason he hasn’t done this yet is he didn’t think Dick would go for it, but he’d have been proved a liar after the first touch of his tongue to Dick’s skin, when Dick gasps and curls his hands into the sheets and tucks his knees closer to his torso to give Nix better access. The truth is, it’s not Dick who has been keeping him from anything. Nix has never been sure he’d like this himself, and it’s taken him getting good and soused to work up the bravery.

Fragments on Impulse by atlanticslide

rated T • 2,250words

Summary: Dick’s father used to say that impulse was the instrument of fools. Lewis Nixon is a man guided by impulse, but he’s far from a fool, and it’s that contradiction that Dick catches on first in the other man. It intrigues him, but he doesn’t really stop to consider why.

He’s the one who won’t leave the foxhole next to Dick’s even though Lew doesn’t actually need to be out here with the Company.

But it’s Dick who leans forward on this night, ostensibly to crowd into Lew’s space for warmth once again, and instead – without the good sense of forethought and quick, careful planning that usually controls Dick’s mind – presses his mouth against Lew’s.

The Earth Below My Feet by fiorediloto

rated E • 175,747 words total • Complete Series

Summary: Dick and Nix’s relationship through it all, from OCS to the end of the war.

“Nix, I can’t do this again,” Dick said.

“This,” Nix objected pointedly, “we’ve never done before.”

Dick looked confused. “Then I don’t know what you’re offering.”

“It’s not that hard,” Nix murmured, rolling up on his side. He threaded his fingers through the thin hair on Dick’s temples and then upwards, through the thicker locks. “Everything. Every goddamn thing. Unconditional surrender. Roll in the tanks and call me Poland.”

Fragments on Impulse by atlanticslide

rated T • 2,250 words

He’s the one who won’t leave the foxhole next to Dick’s even though Lew doesn’t actually need to be out here with the Company.

Alternate Universe/Modern and Other AUs/Tropes/Omegaverse fics:

make sweet my hive by novembersmith

rated T and up • 4,958 words • Spy AU

Summary: This may be the single worst moment of Lewis Nixon’s life.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Winters,” he says brightly into the earpiece and hears Dick hum back, pleased and proud. Lew can tell because he knows the tone of it, knows Dick so well that it makes him want to saunter to the other side of the bar, order a bottle of their finest, pound it, fling himself into Dick’s lap. Makes him want to forget the case, forget that apparently Dick has actual game he’s been hiding all these years and has never bothered to show Lew. Some spy he is.

He keeps talking anyway. “So you’re the honeypot from now on, and I’ll be the staid Quaker vinegar, how’s that sound?”

It Happened One Night by raquelelpillo

rated M and up • 7,704 words • Groundhog Day/Time Loop

Summary: This Nixon gets the chance to do the day before the big jump over and over and over.

“Just tell him.” Nixon sighs like he’s heaving out his lungs, flops back onto the sandy beach. “Tell who and tell him what?” Lipton’s tone softens. “What harm can you do? He’ll reset.” Nixon yanks his discarded jacket over his eyes, blocking the sleepy English sun glittering off the Channel. “That’s the worst of it.”

Folded and Unfolded and Unfolding by unknown

rated E • 18,801 words • Modern AU

Summary: In their somewhat dingy grad student apartment after the war, ft. Burt the dog (and sometimes Ike the cat).

From the couch, Lew said, “Give me your phone so you don’t drunk dial anyone,” and god, he loved Lew so much. He wondered if Lew knew that. He wanted to talk about it, but most of all he wanted to be by Lew and he really loved him. He left the peanut butter on the counter and stumbled to the couch, where he sat with a heavy and pleasurable sigh. So nice. There was a thump and Dick turned his head to see that the dog had dragged the open peanut butter jar to the ground and was licking it.

“Well, at least you’re not coughing,” Lew said.

The Underside of the Dice by tfwatson

rated M • 28,623 words • Parallel Universe

Summary: Easy Company was at its breaking point, on a tipping scale between life before and life after the war. Dick, it would seem, was no different. When he reneges on an order for a second prisoner snatch, fate decides that one good deed deserves another, and on the night that Nix writes his bogus report into the early hours, Dick wakes to find himself in another place, in another time, and in a reality in which he’s dating Lewis Nixon III.

“I’d try and explain, but I ain't got much time and I’m not allowed to say much.” He looks around quickly then down at his hands where his fingers seem to be disappearing at the edges in little wisps of skin-colored smoke. Dick inhales sharply.

“That was a fine thing you did today, sir,” the trooper continues, tone determined. “A real good thing.” His smile and the way he fidgets is reminiscent of Nix’s earlier enthusiasm. “Someone noticed.”

The Lighting of a Fire by novembersmith

rated E • 15,965 words • (with Lipton/Spiers) • Teacher/High School AU

Summary: Teacher!au featuring Dick as the principal, Nix as the head secretary who pines for him, Lip as the math teacher everyone loves, and Speirs as a badass English teacher with a crush.

If only sex was a thing between them, he wouldn’t ever need to have another girlfriend again. They’re friends, though, nothing more, and even best friends don’t think of each other like that. And that, right there, is the reason he kept Kathy around, the reason he needs to get another girlfriend soon, because the more time he spends fucking some chick, the less time he spends thinking about things he’s not supposed to, like Dick, all spread out on his bed, flushed from something other than spicy chicken, panting and needy, all for Nix.

work sucks, i know by countbass_e

rated T • 4,458 words • Modern/Office Space AU

Summary: Lewis Nixon works at a software company and pines hopelessly for a redheaded bartender. Then he breaks the law two different ways, falls in love, and quits his job. Not necessarily in that order.

“How about this— I’m going to go to the Chinese restaurant down the block, and if you want to, you meet me there. And if you don’t want to, you don’t. No pressure.”

Dick blinks at him, and Nix thinks he’s surprised him again. But he likes that, he likes the surprise on Dick’s face, and the way his open mouth slowly fades into that tiny, bemused smile again. “Okay. No pressure.”

“None at all,” Nix promises, and finishes his drink. At least when he goes to jail on Monday, he can go to jail knowing that he gave it a shot.

leave your boots by the bed (we ain’t leaving this room) by sweetmel

rated E • 7,174 words • Space/Star Trek AU

Summary: Captain Winters is undergoing his first pon farr. Nixon is his first officer

Nix is quiet for a minute. “What can you do to fix it?” Nix asks, already suspecting what the answer will be even before Roe tells him.

“Nothing,” Roe says. “I can maybe buy him an extra day with supressors and a couple of agents to have his system keep up with the overload, but — he doesn’t have a tumor, there’s not some obvious cause for why this is happening. But until the excess hormone production at least tapers off–“

🔒Song for a Winter’s Night by murreleteer

rated E • 19,883 words • A/B/O Verse

Summary: Dick had never especially had to worry about being an omega in the army, even if he had to work twice as hard to prove himself. Then the German Army cut the lines around Bastogne, and the 101st’s supply of suppressants began to run out.

“Sink over no one,” he said. “It’s the chain of command. I’ll be all right. Just glad we’re not still under Sobel.” He’d always felt the weight of Sobel’s eyes on him, and wondered if he’d wanted Dick like that or not. That at least hadn’t been one of Sobel’s failings, and he’d never made an actual move on any of the omegas, so far as Dick had seen.

“Christ,” Nix said, momentarily distracted, “now there’s a thought.” He frowned, then pulled himself back on track. “Anyway, what I’m trying to say that is if it happens, and I’m not saying it will, there’s no sense getting someone to drive you into town just for that.”

“I don’t see much of an alternative,” Dick said.

The State That I’m In by jouissant

rated E • 5,072 words • A/B/O Verse

Summary: Every night, come hell or high water, Dick Winters got down on his knees and thanked God for three things: his family’s continued good health, his own increasingly miraculous ability to make it through another day, and his stash of heat suppressants.

Nix burst into Dick’s billet the way he always did, as though it was his God-given right to be wherever Dick was at all times, as though drawn to him like a magnet.

Dick wondered if he had ever noticed that before, really, and if he had why hadn’t he noticed how absolutely maddening it was that Nix should simply flaunt himself in front of him this way, shirt hastily buttoned, pale neck shaded with stubble? And the smell of him, which was sweaty and sour, all alpha, albeit one in dire need of a shower? It was offensive to Dick. Dick would not stand for it.

#winnix #band of brothers #rps #rpf #fic recs #hbo war #nixon x winters #my recs #myrecs

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heystovepipeboys · 6 months

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Hi hi, I saw you answered a bunch of WIP asks already so can you drop something about one you haven't had a chance to talk about yet?

thanks so much for the ask! I had a tough time choosing, so just going to go with one of the more fully written ones. It's Learning, which is going to be some tender first time slightly dom/sub winnix stuff. nothing nsfw in the snippet but here's some kink negotiation for the 1940s Army man lmao

“It’s an animal instinct, Dick. You don’t have to know what you’re doing. You can just... do it, you know? Learn on the job, so to speak. I know that’s new ground for you, but the Army doesn’t write field manuals for fraternizing with your fellow officers, I’m afraid.” Dick’s expression had soured a fraction when Nix said he didn’t have to know what he was doing. No one else would have picked it up, the slight increase in the tension of those carved-in lines around his mouth that Nix loved so much, but of course he had made a habit of studying Dick Winters until he knew every tiny microexpression that flitted across his face and then studying him some more until he could read what they meant in almost total darkness if he had to. Dick always wanted to know what he was doing. It was almost a compulsion. But the idea of learning on the job had smoothed the tension in his face away into a miniscule quirk of the corner of his mouth, a twitch of his eyebrows. It seemed that was the right thing to say. An idea that Dick could sink his teeth into, per se. “Alright,” he said, thoughtfully. He slowly sat up on the bed, and Nix could just about hear the gears turning in his head as he considered what he wanted to do with this. What the benefits of this new game could be. “In that case, I might want to try some things out, experiment a bit, to see what works. Is that okay?” “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want,” Nix promised, without hesitation. He trusted Dick with his life. What was this in comparison to that? “Just tell me to jump and I’ll jump. I’ll even give you a ‘yes, sir’ while I do it, if you want.” It was a tease, said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood and signal that he really was fine with taking it slow and doing whatever Dick wanted him to do here. But as he said it, he realized the thought of calling Dick sir while following his orders in bed sent a strange and interesting thrill through his gut. That wasn’t something he’d really considered as a turn-on before. It seemed Dick hadn’t either, but they might be on the same page with it, judging by the light flush of color under his freckles and the surprised way his breath hitched when Nix said it. “I think I can work with that,” Dick murmured, after a moment, and the heat in his voice made Lew drag his teeth over his own bottom lip. After another moment of Dick sorting through his thoughts on the whole thing, he instructed, “Save the ‘yes, sirs’ for direct orders. And if there’s something you don’t like, tell me. I guess a ‘no, sir’ will do for that. Okay?” “Okay,” Nix agreed, feeling a nervous warmth building high in his chest. He nodded eagerly despite it, the anticipation making him tingle.

ask me about my WIPs here!

#jessi talks #jessi writes #wip ask game #my wips #winnix #listen I am not immune to writing some smut at times lol

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stopstopstopit · 29 days

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Winnix moments that make me feral part 1/?

This scene kills me every time because Dick just introduced Harry to Nix. "Lieutenant Lewis Nixon? Lieutenant Harry Welsh." Dick already knows Harry and yet, and yet Nix immediately upon meeting him needs him to know that he knows Dick, better than you, thank you very much, and he can tell you all about him. And then, Dick doesn't shrug it off like, "we know each other already, Lew," oh no, he has to point out that he knows all about Nixon as well, in front of his new friend. And look at Lew's face!! He's almost abashed that Dick is teasing him. Boys, stop, I can't.

Don't even get me started on the beginning of this scene with Harry asking, "Am I interrupting something?" when they're standing six clear feet apart.

#winnix #band of brothers #i am 23 years late to this fandom but i'm not sorry #bob #lewis nixon #dick winters #major winters #captain nixon #damian lewis #ron livingston #harry welsh #hbo war trilogy #wwii #my gifs #my edit #winnix moments

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3milesup · 2 days

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My BoB ships ranking

(as encouraged by @sleepy-hyperfixations - thanks!)

i have thought about this from all sides to find a criteria and then i decided it probably comes down to which ships make me feel a particular way about them or spark thoughts, curiosity, creativity, and i found a compromise between the two things^^

so, here's what i come up with:

1. winnix - aka the pinnacle of ships, the Relationship Goals™ that i can't even bring myself to read much for because it stirs some deep deep nostalgia for what i've never had... but they've been for me the stamp of true love ever since i saw the show...

1. webgott - a ship that to me is almost too emotional to think about because either way you turn it around, it is always so painful (but so meant to be as well). but also: sizzling, fiery dynamics, so much depth to dive into, ahh they're everything...

3. now, here i am, shamelessly putting on the pedestal what i believe is a figment of my imagination, as i have never seen it anywhere (if anyone has, pretty please let me know^^) but it owns a chunk of my heart, and it is smokey gordon/alton more (what would that make them? smore? idek anymore... what even is my life…) i could write an essay but i'll keep it lowkey and say (affectionately): how have you people not seen it? they sooo had a thing, and a tad complicated, repressed, emotionally constipated but passionate one for that matter…

on shared 3th, because *shielding my eyes from the first two places* i will however die on rarepair hill, is speirsroe - it makes so much sense if you stop to look for a while and i love to do so. many feelings abt those two.

4. luztoye - i wanted to put them higher, actually, bcs i am biased, bcs they are my flagship (that currently is like, adrift and half sunken but i'll pull it back afloat just like i will do myself) but alas, they're here. yes, i acknowledge that it is a ship standing on pillars of quite dry sand of two (2) interactions in the whole show lol, but the possibilities it offers to explore the personalities are vast and interesting...

5. speirton, bull/martin - are here in the ranking because i totally get the appeal and the dynamic and they are sort of "comfort ships" to me? like, an... angst-proofish certainty but just... never say never, but for the moment not quite on top of my list^^

6. quite the same for baberoe, placed here because it's an integral part of the fandom and i have all the respect but i'm sorry, i just can't see it, no matter how hard i squint...

ALSO, there is speirs/nix out there somewhere, but i can't for the life of me rank it, it just exists in my subconscious, intriguing and sadly underdeveloped, and i just wanted the world to know, because i think they are a gem full of potential^^

...'aight, i can't seem to think of other ships, so... i guess this is it^^ if you have any thoughts or your own rankings i'd love to know <3

#sorry for all this rambling xd #ah the things i ponder instead of sleeping after the night shift...#but this is more fun!^^#band of brothers

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georgieluz · 10 months

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a winnix playlist for the otp prompt of day 2 of band of brothers appreciation week because i got distracted and didn't finish any of the writing i was originally going to post

you found the light in me that i couldn't find

i'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye

i don't quite know what to say but i'm here in your doorway

i've been under scrutiny, you handle it beautifully

let them wonder how we got this far cause i don't really have to wonder at all

i'd stop the world if it gave us time

i wanna believe, if tomorrow was not guaranteed, minutes to spare, if i could choose, i would spend every minute with you

am i in your head half as often as you're on my mind?

you asked me "do you wanna die alone or watch it all burn down together?" i said i'd rather try to hold on to you forever

i know a place where we can hide out, and turn our hearts inside out, they won't know who we are

there's a hole in my parachute as big as your heart and the gravity's pulling me down

i spin for you like your favourite records used to

it's not gravity or ocean wind that always brings me back, wanting you, i'll be true, it's just you

when the trees are all burning, all the stars will keep on turning, and i know i won't stop searching for the moment when the world stopped for you

where you go, i'm going, so jump and i'm jumping

will you fix me up, will you show me hope

you, soft and lonely, you, lost and lonely, you, just like heaven

when the world surrounds you, i'll make it go away, paint the sky with silver lining, i will try to save you, cover up the grey

#bobweek2023 #posting this for the otp prompt #also gonna post my lipluz one for this prompt #but i feel like i'm the only lipluz enthusiast around here #so that one is purely self indulgent #this one is for the masses #band of brothers #winnix #hbowardaily #playlist

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nothin-2c-here · 4 months

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More [a short Winnix story]

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The story is written for 2023's HBO War Santa Exchange. 🎅🏻 This short story is written for you, @dcyllom . I hope you like what I had in mind?! Enjoy the holiday season and all the best for the new year! 🧡🤎

(summary)

Two days before christmas eve 1944, Lewis Nixon disappears during a patrol through a forest in Belgium. He wasn't supposed to go on this patrol and when he doesn't return, Richard Winters goes mad. Although it isn't a good idea, he is a captain by now, he goes out and tries to find Lewis. All kind of scenarios emerge before Richard's inner eye, he can't imagine losing his friend who was by his side during every difficult situation so far. When they finally return to HQ, they really need to talk...

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"It wasn't his task," Richard murmmured. He anxiously paced the narrow ways of the forest, trying to find out where Lewis Nixon had disappeared to. He hadn't returned from a patrol and after two hours of waiting for him, Richard Winters had decided to start searching for his friend.

Honestly, it wasn't a good idea (Easy couldn't afford to loose one of its most beloved captain) but he couldn't help himself. Lewis had been by his side from the beginning and during every difficult situation so far.

„Where in this hell are you?“ Richard asked quietly, trudging through the snow. He walked for another 30 minutes but couldn’t find Lewis. When he reached a clearing between the trees, he saw him. In the snow, un-moving, there he was - Captain Nixon.

Captain Winters waited a moment and scanned the surroundings. After checking several times and finding nothing suspicious or hostile, he slowly approached the motionless Lewis.

"Nix?" he asked quietly. "Hey."

Lewis slowly turned his head and looked at Richard.

"Dick." A short pause. "Am I hurt?" Richard looked at him, checking to see if he could find an external wound. It reminded him very much of Holland, of the moment Lewis had taken the bullet.

"No, Lew," Richard replied.

"Then quit looking at me like that."

Richard helped his friend standing up but after Lewis brushed his hands off, he got angry.

"Lew, I’m just trying to help you here. You shouldn’t even have been on this patrol, y’know? So why did you go?"

"Dick, I just needed some air."

"Air? For real? You're under an open sky in a forest and you need air?" Richard huffed angrily. "Lew, that isn’t you."

Lewis just looked at him. Took in his hair, his face, the scarf...

„Captain, we should leave this spot. We would be an easy target“ Lewis said and walked towards the trees to take cover between them. Richard followed him and quickly caught up with him. He grabbed Lewis's arm.

"Now wait a minute, Nix. Can't we talk to each other properly anymore?"

"Talk? I think you mean arguing."

"Okay then, arguing. I want to know why you're putting yourself in such danger when it wasn't even your turn. It wasn't your job to go this round."

Lewis turned abruptly and they stood so close together that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"Danger? We're all in danger here, Dick," Lewis hissed. "This whole thing is madness. I just wanted to get away from it all. I was hoping to find a place somewhere that wasn't under fire. But no, even far away from the areas occupied according to the maps, you're accompanied by bullets."

Lewis turned away from Richard again and walked back through the woods towards HQ. Winters followed him, but Nixon made no move to wait until they were walking side by side. They remained silent.

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When they got back to HQ, Winters dismissed Speirs a little harshly after he tried to talk to him. Richard urgently needed to speak to Lewis again. Without witnesses, if possible.

Nixon wanted to leave the room with Speirs, but Winters stopped him.

"Nix, please stay."

"Lew, you can't just disappear like that. Don't do that again, do you hear me? I was almost sick with worry."

"Dick, you don't understand."

"Believe me, I do understand. Even earlier, when you mentioned it in the clearing. But a suicide mission like this isn't the answer, Lew."

"Then what do you suggest, Dick? More alcohol for me? I can't take it anymore. We're not properly equipped, we have no warm clothes, not enough ammunition and let's not even start on the food rations."

"Lew, I know that things aren't going very well for us here. But you can't just decide that you don't want to carry on like this. We're all at the end of our tether. But we have to stick together."

"But-"

"And have you ever thought that there are people here who are counting on you? Comrades who are depending on you?"

"Dick, what-"

"Lew, I need you here. I can't get anywhere here without you."

"You'd manage without me, believe me," Nixon replied. "What's so special about me?"

"Lew, listen to me. You're doing a wonderful job here. You help and organize. You find out things about operations that we would never find out otherwise. You help me, you're there for me."

"Cut it out, Dick," Nixon replied. Winters saw that his words embarrassed him. "Anyone else who had this job would do exactly the same thing."

"Maybe, but your personal touch would be missing." Winters approached Nixon. Now he was standing right in front of him and could take him in his arms. That was something that had only happened once before.

"Lew, I'm very happy to have you here with me. I really am. Ever since I saw you for the first time at training camp." Richard felt Lewis's arms wrap around his middle. They knew they couldn't stay like this for long. At any moment, someone might come by or they might be called to an urgent meeting.

"Lew, please come to me if something like this happens again."

"Dick, I can't promise, but I'll try my best."

They parted from one another.

"You know, when I was lying there earlier, I was actually thinking about how you'd react if I'd been hit. To be honest, I'm glad I didn't really manage to imagine it. Dick, I don't want to lose you either."

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When Richard Winters left his desk in his office and made his way down to the cafeteria where he would meet up with Lewis Nixon, he had a good feeling.

Him and Lewis were living together now and after the deprivations of war there was nothing Winters could wish for. Both of them were healthy, happy together and safe.

Years after the end of war, Richard still couldn't believe they were able to come home. Having Lewis by his side, even now - it was more than he could've ever wished for.

** ** ** ** ** *THE END* ** ** ** ** **

(A/N)

I'm not a native speaker, so please excuse any of the 'german english'. The story isn't betad but I hope you still liked it?!

#hbowarsanta23 #hbowardaily #band of brothers #writing prompt #prompt fic #winnix #winnix fanfic #richard winters #lewis nixon

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lewis-winters · 8 months

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I know I should be working on other WIPs-- and just working in general-- but I watched The Old Guard again yesterday so here, have the Winnix TOG Canon Divergence AU

tw for: depictions of death, the effects of mustard gas, gore, trauma, and angst!

"Stop touching it."

Dick doesn't. In fact, just to be annoying-- though mostly on reflex-- he brushes past the newly formed scar of Lewis's brow one more time, prodding and poking until finally, fed up, Lew waves his hand away with a weak growl. "You'll open it back up."

Ah. That gets Dick to back off, pulling away abruptly like he'd been scalded. And maybe he has. After all, there's blood on his mind, now. A memory both too fresh to do anything but hurt; but a situation too resolved to feel anything but indignation at his own continued terror.

It's been nearly a millennia since the beginning of their renewed existence, and while they know their lot of second chances are bound to run out one day, surely the familiarity with Death should have settled in their old bones by now. Yet, when She comes, She brings with her all the fanfare that accompanies all finality. Almost immortality does not always warrant camaraderie with pain and grief.

They were luckier this time, at least.

They hadn't been as eager to join this war as they had been the last. Not that he'd been eager to join that war, either. But just like all things, Dick's need for a cause called out to Lewis' need to make sure Dick doesn't lose his goddamn mind fighting until he drops. And so, in the midst of the 1910s, they managed to find themselves spending long nights in the deep, damp French trenches, huddled together in the dark. For two and a half years, they lived like that, shaking apart with fear, both real and imagined, as the rats nibbled on their fingers and infections slowly overtook their lungs and toes. Any warrior worth their salt would know that it's not the fighting that fucks you over, but the waiting in between. The rotting wounds left to fester. The fear that threatened to eat you whole from within, if the bullets about you didn't get to you first. Together, they passed days watching their boys die, either from sickness or bullets or both, their corpses stacked around them so high, in the dark they looked like fortress walls, caging them in as they waited for the moment it would all come toppling down.

Then, the gas came pouring in.

Lewis had taken the brunt of it, in the end, ripping his gas mask off in a desperate attempt to save what was left of Dick's face. Neither of them had enough sense at the time to hear him scream in agony, clawing at his eyes until they were nothing but pulp underneath his fingernails; but the echoes of it would have a chance to ring in Dick's ears anyway. The screaming didn't stop in France.

And it took Lew years to regain his old self, in both nerves and sight; and it took even longer than that for Dick to stop dreaming of scar tissue, gnarled and twisted and angry red, in place of dark brown eyes. The damage healed a lot slower than either of them have ever experienced before, and required more outside help than either of them were comfortable with. By the time the last of Lewis' sight had been restored to him, a whole decade and several new identities had gone by, and Dick had done his best to promise: no more fighting.

They made it through another decade before he broke that one. It barely felt like a blink of an eye.

And now, here they are again. Huddled together, blanketed by dark night, with each other's blood once again under their fingernails, a new scar on Lewis' forehead, and the tangible memory of a crater in the back of his head, where the bullet found its exit and his brains had spattered out of his skull.

"Hey," Lewis breathes, sensing the dark turn Dick's thoughts have gone and reaching out for him, touching his face with cold fingertips. "I'm sorry. That was a bad joke."

Yes. It was. But Dick is not going to reprimand him for it. He's learned that jokes are Lew's best defense against the weight of their prolonged existence. Just like drink. Just like nicotine. Or just like Dick himself, his only lone companion in this casually cruel world. How could Dick ever deny him this?

Tilting their heads together, Dick guides his lips to the new scar, and resolutely tries not to think about how much longer Lew bears the marks of his deaths, and what that might mean for him. "It'll be gone tomorrow," he says, more to himself than Lew. "You'll see. Like brand new."

"Like brand new," Lewis echoes. Resigned. Going boneless as he leans all his (dead) weight into Dick's arms and buries his face in his neck. "Always brand new."

Even against the heat of Dick's skin, Lew stays cold. Dick doesn't think he's ever known a time when he was warm.

Dick and Lewis were made immortal sometime between 58 and 50BC, when Rome waged war against Gaul, as explained in this deleted line: "Lewis was not made for warrior-hood like Dick had been, having gone from the luxury afforded to him by his roman senator father's fortune to a miserable roman centurion on the back of a single mistake alone. He'd known almost nothing the first time he'd fallen under Dick's Gaulic blade; that his own sword had pierced Dick's chest at the same time was a mere fluke he's since been unable to replicate."

#band of brothers #winnix #lewis nixon #dick winters #bob aus #tog au #estrella_marie

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almost-a-class-act · 1 year

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Last but not least for the prompts about getting a little older, this is also for @lamialamia, who suggested winnix for: Realizing they are now the age when one of their parents did a Significant Thing, or older.

Dick slips into awareness when it’s still mostly dark in the bedroom, the signs of a sunrise in full effect visible around the edges of the curtains. He opens his eyes and lets the room take shape around him for a moment, the sound of Lew snoring faintly somewhere off to his right and the imprecise shape in the gloom of the stack of laundry at the end of the bed that never made it to the closet last night.

He shifts enough that he can turn his head and move the blankets out of the way to eye up the alarm clock on the nightstand. Next to him, Lew takes a deep breath and stirs.

“I thought we were going to sleep in today,” he mumbles. He is a lighter sleeper than he used to be, now that he doesn't drink anymore.

“You can go back to sleep,” Dick tells him. He can’t really be held responsible for the fact that with every year that ticks on by, his internal clock seems to insist on waking him up earlier and earlier.

“Nah.” Lew rolls onto his back and yawns, still with his eyes closed. “I’m up now.”

Dick rolls over languidly onto his side, facing him. Lew’s hair is liberally run through with grey, but it is only just starting to recede; it still stands up in the morning like it’s trying to flee from his scalp, and his profile seems little different than it always has. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks." He says it the way you thank someone for pointing out something you wish they hadn’t and opens his eyes, blinking blearily. “I’m already tired and I just woke up. Roll on, sixty-three.”

“Oh, it’s not so bad," Dick says, because it’s not, really; nothing has appreciably changed about his life over the past ten or fifteen years, other than the fact that he might gradually be getting a little creakier. All things considered, being retired with his health intact and waking up next to the person he wants to wake up to every day is a life he is happy to live.

“I’ll take your word for it.” Lew grinds the heel of one hand into his eye, quiet for a moment. “Officially the same age my dad was,” he says, aiming for light and hitting the mark but without enthusiasm. “You know. When he died.”

Oh. Dick wonders if he’s been thinking about that a lot, or if it’s something that's just occurred to him now that he’s being forced to confront another birthday head-on.

“How are you feeling about that?” he asks.

Lew stares up at the ceiling for a moment before he answers. “I don’t know,” he admits. “He seemed like an old man to me.” He chews on his lower lip. “I don’t feel like we’re old men.”

“We’re not,” Dick says. “But even when we are, there are worse things than being old.”

He never, ever loses sight of that. They both have young faces they dream about, decades later – faces that will always be young.

“Yeah,” Lew concedes, quietly, like he's thinking about that too. “I know.”

“Come on.” Dick reaches out and closes his fingers around Lew’s wrist, the closest part of him that he can reach. “Put the coffee on. I’ll see if I remember how to make French toast.”

“Coffee,” Lew repeats, like he might once have said whiskey, in the time before. He pats Dick’s hand, affectionate. “What’s it like to be a genius?”

They both let go, and straggle out of bed to start their day.

#winnix #band of brothers #fanfiction #roaroftheninth

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