Hey y'all! I got very inspired by @sleepymayaart drawing and idea and so here's my 1st proper little fic to the SAS fandom! It's also cross-posted on my AO3 @/BoredXyro
Thanks for reading mates :) Cheers to McMayne for being cute fuckers!
It had been hard. The war had taken precious comrades and friends from them, but it hadn't taken each other.
Paddy had been so grateful after that suicidal jump that Eoin only had non life threatening injuries. Of course he had mourned the lads who hadn't survived the storm but Eoin, his best friend, was safe and it was the most important thing in the world.
And somehow, in all of this madness, they had made it out safe and sound. They went back in Ireland, separating their ways with comradee, fallen or alive, having to leave Lewes' and many others comrades to the desert.
They made their own ways with Stirling, Cooper and the others to England, leaving separating from Augustin in France.
Then, in London, they all to their own way, going back to their ma or their pa. Along the way they met a few old comrades and before they knew it, they could see their families amongst those waiting on the platform.
Paddy wrapped his arms tightly around his ma and hugging his siblings. He could feel a stare on him, and as he looked up he saw Eoin, looking at him with his beautiful shiny brown eyes, with a small smile playing on his face as he was speaking to his own ma.
Paddy could feel a smile creeping on his face too, until he remembered his mom was present.
"Ah mom you've got to meet my friend Eoin. He's a great fella. Kept me from murdering fellows more times than I can count."
Paddy's mom chuckled. He made his way to Eoin and his family, dragging his own in the process. Paddy saluted Eoin's mom. who took him in her arms, happy to finally meet him.
After a few moments he returned next to Eoin, standing shoulder to shoulder, fingers grazing together but not quite touching.
Soon enough they made their way back with their respective families, but obviously planning to keep in touch. Well, that same night, once dinner had been finished, Paddy went for a walk, coincidentally walking in front of Eoin's house. Eoin walked out from the door of the house at the same time, once again looking at Paddy with his beautiful eyes, this look that always made Paddy's heart jump and filled him with warmth, even during the coldest nights in the desert.
Paddy handed Eoin a cigarette, already having one between his lips. Quietly he lighted both and they started walking, hands in their pockets but closer than ever.
They found themselves on the outskirts of the town and sat on a stone wall. Eoin was the one who spoke up first.
"You know... I've always dreamt of having a cottage?", Paddy hummed.
"Might have enough to buy half of one with the stuff they gave us. And y'know I've always dreamt of having my own chickens but... I guess I kinda suck at constructing stuff."
Eoin was looking at Paddy, trying to convey what he meant by that. And well, Paddy understood pretty easily what it meant and so he just nodded.
"I guess if you've always wanted to have chicks, I can help then."
And so, they united their money, buying their own cottage, with two bedroom so as to not be too suspicious, and well, not too close from towns but not too far at the same time. Paddy built a coop for the future chickens while Eoin was bringing in their stuff in. And then after a few days of work, their own little heaven was set up.
That same night of when everything was done, they played chess and then, on the first floor, in their bedroom, hidden from everyone but the moon, they made love. Slowly, unhurried, savouring each instants, the skin on skin contact. They were alive, they were thriving together, and, Paddy was sure it was heaven.
That night, they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms and the next morning, woke up in each other's arms. No nightmares had plagued them and in this early morning, no words had been needed between them, they were just quietly bathing in each other's presence, hearts racing in unison. And each of them prayed for morning like these, forever and ever alongside quiet promises of growing old together and getting better at piano while they were at it.