L’Homme Nate (Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, R, AU)
Nathaniel Fick is not a happy man. He’s had what could only be called “a bad week”.
For a start, he’s supposed to be dead by an assassin’s hand.Assassin Nate. Oh god yes.
That’s all I really have to say. This is short but… not sweet. Hmm. Sizzling? short but sizzling? That totally counts. Anyway, just go. Go read!
(God I love hackthis)
Have I told you about my new favorite fanfiction in the universe that I read while I was away from Tumblr? I don’t think I have so here you go: 30.000+ words of Brad/Nate (and Ray/Walt) loving each other across centuries because they’re demons AND soulmates, awwwwww yiss!
Sounds silly (well, if you’re not into demons thingies anyway, which I wasn’t until I read this) but it’s actually really really good. And beautiful. And I cried a little
(a lot). No fluff, I swear! (well, not too much).Also it has this specificity that it’s the only fic I’ve read so far in which an original female character is actually great and doesn’t feel completely out of place, and, like, I fell in love with her somewhat, negl. I mean, you need to read it to understand but yeah. Great fic.
(let me guess, everybody’s read it already and/or doesn’t give a fuck about it because it’s Brad/Nate, amirite? Sigh…)
Story title: The Iron Fist and the Velvet Glove
Summary: Brad and Nate only get a few hours together to refuel before returning to their dark lives of killing. AU. Written for a prompt by samescenes at the YAGKYAS Good Cookies thread.
Chapter rating: NC-17
Chapter warnings: Language, rimming.
Word count: 1452
Disclaimer: Based on fictionalized portrayals in the HBO miniseries Generation Kill. No harm intended.
They Set Their Hearts Upon You
Pairing: Brad/Nate (models!AU)
Rating: NC-17
Nate’s a complete tease. That’s something else Brad realizes. He does his ab work out in the evenings in the living room and he has absolutely no shame about stripping off right in front of Brad when he wants to change. Brad sees naked people all the time, but that’s with judgmental scary people dissecting every inch of him and shining hot lights on his face and telling him to wipe that expression off his face. The shit they show on America’s Next Top Model is not the half of it. It’s not sexy.
In the comfort of Brad’s home, Nate’s casual nakedness is the exact opposite. Brad’s worried he’s going to go insane. He’s always been an assman, and Nate’s ass is a dream. The damn Cheap Monday jeans Nate loves so much show off every curve.
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Pairing: Brad/Nate
Rating: R
Summary: Nate’s an open wound, Brad is the band aid.
The picture is of Nate and Pappy, standing next to each other, smiling out at the camera like they don’t mean it in the slightest bit. And Brad’s half tempted to find a green pen and at least color in Nate’s eyes in the hopes that it’ll give some life to him because any lie is better than the truth right now. Than the blank, lifeless stare Nate’s showing the world. His face fuller than it was the last time Brad saw him but still creased, still worried like he’s reaching out across the ocean to Brad, trying to tell him with his eyes what he’ll never be able to say with his words.
Brad knows, beyond the shadow of a doubt, why Nate emailed him. Why he finally, after all this time, reached out. He can see it in the time stamp, sent from Washington D.C. around two a.m. local time. He can hear it ringing loud and clear in the message he got passed down through various channels no more than sixteen hours ago. The story of Bravo-2 getting hit in Fallujah. The story of what could have been. And so Brad gets it, solid fucking copy, Sir.
He can feel Nate thinking at him as he walks outside for some air, the picture folded, tucked neatly into his shirt pocket where it’ll probably remain untouched for another year or so, knowing him. He can almost hear Nate’s eyes saying it was Brad’s Humvee. Can almost feel him thinking, between the lines of the email, that it should’ve been them.
Summary: Brad starts having wet dreams about the LT.
A hoo boy that’s hot! fic set in theater | 3026 words | rated M
or How Nate Walks Right Into Pick-Up Lines
1. “For once, I’d like to walk through a public place and not have people stare at me.”
“Nice humble brag. I’m sure it’s a hardship to be so attractive that people stop and stare.”
“I was referring to my height, but it’s good to know that you’re hot for me.”
Brad/Nate
- You will be for me and I will fight for you
- bed of earth
- Instant Exposure
- Semper Fidelis Fideli Amato
- It may be heart and fist and human voice
- Stadiums and Shrines
- I’d like to have the time I lost (give it back to you)
Ray/Walt
Brad/Ray
Sequel to Escort!Brad Gets a New Client.
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