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Once again, posting this right down to the wire--the fourth installment of my A Year in the Life series!

Title: California Dreamin'
Fandom: Band of Brothers
Prompt: If you're up for it, I would love some Don/Buck, either post-war or during canon. (for thrillingdetectivetales!)

Title: Something to Write Home About
Fandom: Band of Brothers
For the Loose Lips Sink Ships prompt meme: "Harry wakes up with a glorious hangover and knows he's had sex with someone, but can't remember who."

Title: Stuck in the Middle with You
Fandom: Band of Brothers
For the Loose Lips Sink Ships prompt meme: "Bull likes to be in the middle."

Just a little bit of fluff to get me writing this week while drowning in research for my rarepair exchange fic...!

Hey, folks!

I've finally gotten around to starting the masterlist for my year-long prompt-fill Band of Brothers personal challenge.

Behold!

January: Bull/Johnny: Something where Johnny goes missing and Bull thinks he's dead. Maybe set in Last Patrol? (for: muccamukk)
February: Talbert character studies are always good and he doesn't get near enough love. (for: thrillingdetectivetales)
March: (If it's not too late!) how about Babe/Roe hurt/comfort, where Roe is wounded and is the absolute worst patient ever? (for: slightlytookish)
April: If you're up for it, I would love some Don/Buck, either post-war or during canon. (for: thrillingdetectivetales)
May: Winnix: Something happens during one of those long and uncomfortable nights out on field training. (for: scandalinbohemia)
June: Webgott, Don/Buck, or BabeRoe wing!fic would be cool. (for: thrillingdetectivetales)
July: OH! I know! BabeRoe but from the perspective of like, Renée. (for: thrillingdetectivetales)
August:
September:
October:
November:
December:

Completed fics will be posted on the last day of each month!

Thanks so much to all of the lovelies who've already posted prompts. The rest of y'all can join in my humble attempt to keep the fandom alive by posting prompts below to fill the remaining months!

Love,
Aldo <3

prompt: BabeRoe + Santa Claus

Day 22: Spreading Holiday Cheer

“How long ya been doin’ this?”

Tugging the Santa Claus hat lower over his forehead, Gene shrugged at Babe. “Since I was ‘bout fifteen, I reckon.”

“And ya go to hospitals?”

The Cajun nodded. “Some. Mostly, they’re small free clinics across a few parishes. Takes about two weeks to visit ‘em all.” He fastened the last button on the Santa suit and reached for the fake, white beard. “Hate this damn thing,” he mumbled, fixing it about his ears. Covered head-to-toe in red and white, Gene motioned for Babe to grab the presents. “C’mon, cher, let’s cheer up some enfants, eh?”

prompt: Luz/Toye + elf

Day 17: The North Pole

“You could be an elf.”

Tucked together in a foxhole, George has been studying the shell of Joe’s ear for three hours, curious as to how it appears to point despite the tip’s delicate curve.

Joe snorts humorlessly at the radio technician’s seemingly unprovoked declaration and glances at George from beneath long lashes and his helmet’s brim. “You’re the short one.”

“C’mon, Joe. We’re in the North Pole—" George exaggeratedly gestures the Belgian snow. “—and you’re Santa’s Helper.”

“M’not a damn elf.” Joe shifts his hips and adds, smirking, “But I got your North Pole right here, Georgie.”



honestly, I have no idea how developed the origin story of Santa's elves were circa 1944, but, ya know, just go with it...

prompt: Johnny/Bull + mistletoe

Day 13: Mistletoe

“Hey, Bull, look what I found.”

The declaration draws Bull’s attention from the book in his lap, and the Arkansas native is greeted by the sight of Johnny Martin—stark naked and holding a bundle of mistletoe just above his flaccid cock.

When Bull just stares unblinking, Johnny snorts and asks, pointedly, the hint of a smirk curling his mouth, “Think you can help a guy out?”

Bull nods, seriously, and starts to rise. “Sure, Johnny, I can do that.”

As the farm boy sinks to his knees beneath the mistletoe, the book abandoned, Johnny thinks, Merry Christmas to me.

prompt: Winnix: Playing in the snow, for muccamukk

Day 11: Oops

When Lew tumbled into the snow, Dick quelled a grin—he’d warned Lew to be careful—and extended his hand, only to be betrayed by the intelligence officer and yanked down into the snowdrift.

His backside instantly chilled, Dick met Lew’s childlike merriment with an unamused, “Feel better?”

“Loads.”

Lew suspected nothing as Dick grabbed a fistful of snow. Then, the icy powder caught Lew in the face, launching up his nose and smacking against his front teeth.

Dick smirked, gleefully. “Oops.”

“’Oops,’ my ass.”

One snowball fight and two snow angels later, Dick and Lew continued on their way.



we still have several days left in December, but only a few more prompts! comment below prompts for holiday fun with our favorite troopers!

prompt: maybe some cozy luztoye + cheesy christmas movies (joe pretends he's annoyed by luz doing a voiceover of every film and making up his own script in different voices) (he isn't), for debeauharnais

Day 7: A Christmas Story

It isn’t enough that Luz, who is the shortest guy they know (aside from maybe Perconte), takes up the whole goddamn couch, all legs and arms everywhere, Joe scrunched up in a ball on the end, but he also constantly yammers throughout the movie.

It starts as a low murmur, barely audible, then escalates to full-on conversations with the characters and incorrect quotes. “You’ll shoot your dick off, kid.”

Joe rolls his eyes, suppressing a laugh. “Shuddup.”

“Make me,” Luz retorts with a familiar grin.

So, Joe does, leaning over and silencing Luz with a kiss, smiling all the while.

prompt: Can I request some Soft Spierton Holiday Content??? I just want all my boys to be warm and happy (for corinneftw)

Day 6: Cozy

“You’re home.”

There’s a touch of affection to Ron’s announcement, proclaimed from the den where the dark-haired man stands, holding Carwood’s family quilt.

“The eggnog is almost ready,” Ron declares, draping the blanket over the floor next to the fireplace, beautifully lit by a modest fire. Carols play softly from the radio, and there’s a book atop the pillows stacked neatly against the hearth. “Dickens, your favorite Christmas story,” Ron explains when he sees Carwood’s confusion. “You’ve had a long week…I thought we could…slow down, do a little reading. Together.”
Ron smiles and warmth blooms in Carwood’s chest. “Yes, please.”