Generation Kill fic: Don't You Shake Alone (2/2)

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Generation Kill fic: Don't You Shake Alone (1/2)

A year ago next week, I was in a car accident, and that night I lay in bed, in pain and pretty badly rattled, trying to tell myself a Generation Kill story that was sufficiently soothing to help me sleep and coming up blank. I just couldn't picture a story about recon Marines that was as full of cuddles, comfort, and general reassurance as I needed right then.

Gentlepersons, I have no such failure of imagination tonight. (This morning. Whatever.)

With many, many thanks to iulia, petra, and everyone else who's listened to this story over the last several months, and especially to lakeeffectgirl, oliviacirce, templemarker, and frostfire for beta. All remaining mistakes, and all new ones I've introduced since last they saw it, are of course mine.

Title is from the Decemberists song "Dear Avery".

Nate/Brad, babyfic. PTSD. Explicit. 62,000 words.
Nate looked exactly like Brad always pictured him: exhausted in the full life-in-a-combat-zone sense of the word.

Read it here, at the AO3 or at my site

(Fic is all complete, the second-half post is just set not to show on reading pages.)


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