This fic needs some introduction. 1) cw for homophobic language. 2) this is a stand-alone follow-up to this WIP I posted after going to see Kinky Boots. 3) these are the boots Stark Sands wears for one scene in Kinky Boots. 4) shoutout to @antiquecompass for coming up with SEVERAL potential songs for Nate in this fic, including what I ended up going with. (@onlythenuns and @lovenolo also had suggestions, which I might use in any later installments of this verse, which is very fun and which I would like to write more of.)
“Why are there faggots here?” Trombley asked, just a little too loud, and the marines fell over themselves trying to reprimand him. Ray hissed “shut the fuck up,” Lilley said “brah, that’s not cool” in a disappointed voice, Brad slapped him in the back of the head, and Poke asked the group at large who had invited this motherfucker in the first place.
Mike’s first instinct was to look around and see if any of the crowd had heard. There was a performance happening on the main stage, and the room was pretty loud overall. Trombley’s inelegant question might have gone unnoticed—but of course they weren’t that lucky. He had bumped into a dancer at the bar earlier, and of course the man (Nate) was standing not fifteen feet away, with his eyes narrowed at the knot of marines. He glanced at Mike’s face, and Mike opened his mouth to apologize on Trombley’s behalf.
But before he could get a word out, the dancer winked. Mike had no idea what to make of that, and then suddenly the dancer was sauntering over to their curved booth, as casually as a man in red leather thigh-high boots with a 4-inch platform heel could be.
“Evening, boys,” he said cheerfully. “Let me guess—first time?”
Tag: fic
Then Color Me In – aces_low – Generation Kill [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Nate Fick/Evan Wright
Characters: Nate Fick, Evan Wright, Ray Person, Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Developing Relationship, DADT, Explicit Language, slight angst, Romantic Fluff, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder – PTSD, Age Difference, One-Sided Attraction, Excessive use of Nate on the phone with people, playing fast and loose with timelines, First Dates, Sexual Content
Summary:But there’s a part of Evan, the part that wanted to become a journalist, the part that decided he wanted to cover the war in Iraq, and the part that decided to stay in Iraq long after anyone else would have gone home, that doesn’t like living with the question of ‘what if?’.
So, instead of getting up and walking away, Evan thinks ‘fuck it’.
Then Color Me In – aces_low – Generation Kill [Archive of Our Own]
Brad/Nate, road trip, post-Iraq
Nate is moving.
“I’ll drive you.” Brad says it like there is no argument. Nate doesn’t even try to make one. He just smiles and agrees.
“No country music,” Nate winks.
It weird. Not weird. It has that quality of a day dream. The high way turning into a kind of endless haze in front of them. The desert baking the sky around them. Brad takes all the scenic routes. Nate puts on music that has a quality like techno but also the voices of longing and future wants.
They see the world’s largest ball of string.
Nate takes a picture on his cellphone. It’s a shit picture. It’s blurry and out of focus but Brad’s smile is in the screen and Nate’s eyes glow.
They get American Gods on tape at a Cracker Barrel.
“It’s about a road trip across America.” Nate explains. It’s about more than that. It’s about faith and love and all that shit. It’s about finding yourself in a car. It’s about accepting something you thought couldn’t exist.
Brad takes a detour to The House on the Rock. Nate buys post cards. They stand next to one another in a room filled with nothing but weird lamps.
Of course it’s the midwest when it happens. The fucking not middle of the country where the mountains and the desert are gone and the hills wont return until you can taste the Atlantic. Of course they are dead center in the corn belt. Of course the miles have helped them shed all the things they were holding onto.
When Brad had thought about it he had imagined something rushed and hurried and frantic. It’s nothing like that. It feels the same way the desert did out the windows. It feels infinite and hot and magical. Nate is mostly naked on top of him and they are laughing. He’s never had laughter int he middle of sex before. It’s amazing.
“England almost sounds like New England.” Brad teases when they start to smell the Atlantic. Nate turns on Coldplay in retaliation for the joke. It’s perfect.
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what time line? what decade? who cares? not me!
Gen Kill Week!
Each day will have three prompts, a Word, an AU and a Trope. You can use just one, two or all three if you want. Any or no parings are welcome. Any rating is welcome, just please tag appropriately. You can write fic or create any kind of art or edit.
September 3rd:
- Weapon
- BDSM AU
- 5 time + 1
September 4th:
- Boots
- Coffee Shop AU
- A/B/O au
September 5th:
- Humvee
- College / Highschool AU
- Bodyswap
September 6th:
- Uniform
- Strippers AU
- Pretend Dating / Married
September 7th:
- FUBAR
- Soulmates AU
- Accidental Kid
September 8th:
- Cas-evac
- WW2 AU
- hurt/comfort
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