My Fic
Angels of a feather flock together
Rosie & Bucky, Rosie/Crosby, Clegan
It shouldn’t be that easy. John picking him up, seeing each other in civvies, humming together along the radio. And yet it is easy. Because they are carved from the same wood and their sculptor made their skin too strong, their heart too soft and their bones too fragile. Rosie likes that, he really does. He is not the kind of person to have regrets but he sometimes wonders what this war would have been like with Bucky by his side. Or Rosie wants to fight monsters from hell, John is heading for paradise and they meet in the middle.
The greatest war
Helen/Nash
"You know Paris dies in the end, right ?" Helen, Nash, two rings, an altar and the promise to end up happy this time.
Il colpo del fulmine
DeMarco/Macon
An Italian and a black man walk into a barrack. It’s not a joke, it’s a love story.
What's left of the world and needs to be saved
Crosie
There are three things you don’t do in the Airmail, three unspoken rules carved deep into the mind of every pilot. First, you don’t fly at night. Second, you don’t cross the Andes by the south. Third, you don’t fall in love with the cute brown eyed boy from Santiago’s station. The question never was whether Rosie would ever break one of these rules but which one he would break first.
