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thrillingdetectivetales
And lo, it has officially come to an end! Thank you to everyone who participated in our Tenth Anniversary Comment Fest honoring the airing of HBO War series The Pacific from March 14 - May 16, 2010. I've collected all the fic that resulted into this handy round-up post so y'all can peruse it at your leisure. There's also a collection on AO3!
A QUIET EVENING
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robertleckieAndrew 'Ack Ack' Haldane/Edward 'Hillbilly' Jones
1K+, no major archive warnings apply
Summary: A quiet evening in the rainy jungle is sometimes exactly what two weary Marines require.
LUCKY STRIKE MEANS GREAT TASTE
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thrillingdetectivetalesBud 'Runner' Conley/Robert Leckie
1K+, no major archive warnings apply
Summary: "Holdin’ up alright, there, Peaches?" Runner asked, voice low in deference to the sleeping Marines slumped across every surface, and brought a hand up to rest against Bob’s shoulders.
"Oh, sure." Bob nodded as well as he could, folded over the water-slick taffrail like a sack doll. "Fit ‘s a - urp." He pressed his mouth closed and squeezed his eyes shut, wrinkling his nose when the captured breath burned its way out. He stayed there for a long second, gut tight and nostrils stinging, then sighed, "Fiddle," when he felt confident he was no longer about to lose the evening’s mess over the bow.
MEANING OF THE HEARTS
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muccamukkAndrew 'Ack Ack' Haldane/Edward 'Hillbilly' Jones
1K+, no major archive warnings apply
Summary: A late night on Pavuvu with a bottle of whiskey and a deck of cards.
BY REQUEST ONLY
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thrillingdetectivetalesAndrew 'Ack Ack' Haldane/Edward 'Hillbilly' Jones
2K+, no major archive warnings apply
Summary: Andy huffed a breath and turned his head just far enough to murmur, “S’at?”
“Hmm?” Eddie dragged his fingers up over the crown of Andy’s head and back down again.
Andy groaned, eyes rolling even though they were still closed, and sighed, “Y’r singin’.”
“Oh.” Eddie’s fingers stilled for a second and then he curled his hand into a self-conscious fist against the ball of Andy’s shoulder, brushing his knuckles up and down. “Ain’t nothin’. Just a song I like.”
AT THE ORDER OF MYTHS BALL
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muccamukkSidney Phillips/Eugene Sledge
1K+, no major archive warnings apply
Summary: "I told Mary," Sid said, voice blurry with rum, "I told her, I said, 'I'll get Eugene Sledge on that dance floor if I haveta lead him myself!' and she said she'd like to see that, and here we are."
PROMISES TO KEEP
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lt_aldo_raineEugene Sledge/Merriell 'Snafu' Shelton
1K+, no major archive warnings apply
Summary: But Sledge looks at Snafu with those weepy, puppy dog eyes of his, the honey golden specks in the chocolate irises shining in the hot pacific sun, and Snafu feels his resolve crumble.
“Oh, goddamn it.”
OR: The boys find a dog on Okinawa. Sledge wants to keep it.