LINKDING

<blockquote>a novel about Ray inheriting a cat and going to live at Brad's house and ending up being grossly domestic</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sometimes Brad thinks Iraq is a parallel universe in which all manner of bizarre things occur with no regard to the logic of the cosmos. Things like Ray being in a band that's actually good, or like Brad sort of not really maybe falling in love with him. Crazy shit like that. Because seriously, what the fuck?</blockquote> ➤ the one where after Ray leaves the marines he starts a band

<blockquote>“Some kumbaya zen wedding bullshit. Our little Rudy is getting married.” “Little?” Brad asks, and thinks of how fucking ridiculous it all is, Rudy and his love bond. Rudy feeling the need to tell everyone how soft he’s gone over one person, how fucking compromised he is. It makes Brad feel uneasy, watching someone put their weaknesses out there on display like that. “Rudy takes shits that are bigger than you.” Or: Brad wants to get married. Ray doesn't.</blockquote> ➤ sequel to The Latent Bonding of Devil Dogs at War

<blockquote>Brad doesn’t know what’s worse, the fact that Ray is here at all, or that fact that Brad is.</blockquote> tag: <blockquote>working title of this was 'grindr fic' which should tell you most of what you need to know</blockquote>

<blockquote>Directed-verse Gen Kill. Because conversations with surexit result in things like this.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The biggest sign that he was going crazy was the flush of relief he felt whenever Ray forgave him for being an asshole.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ray laughs. “Hey, homes,” he says, like it’s been a week and not nearly two years since they’ve seen each other. </blockquote>

<blockquote>Brad's home from the Royal Marines, Poke's back in the civilian world with his wife and kids, and Ray's in a rock band. Either everything's changed or nothing has. </blockquote>

<blockquote>My prompt was Fighting hole - Defensive position dug into the ground; can be dug for one Marine, a pair, or a weapon crew; formerly known as a 'foxhole'.</blockquote> ➤or: the one where one of Brad's marines is abusing his wife. I read and appreciated this ages ago so I don't know why I didn't bookmark it at the time!

<blockquote>He felt like he wasn’t really living, like he was in an in-between state, something that came between war and real life, something like purgatory.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The one where Ray DD's Brad's feelings.</blockquote> ➤ "DD" here meaning "Designated Driver", I think

<blockquote>The biggest sign that he was going crazy was the flush of relief he felt whenever Ray forgave him for being an asshole.</blockquote> ➤ also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/327424

<blockquote>"You should be so lucky,” Brad says, and he watches Ray tighten his grip on the steering wheel before looking back out the window. “Nothing worse than getting tied to one person and having no say in who you have to fuck for the rest of your life.” “Oh, yeah, Reporter,” Ray says, as if this is only now occurring to him, “Brad only likes prostitutes. Write that down.” In which Brad winds up bonded to Ray, and isn't exactly happy with the situation.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Brad Colbert had experienced quite a few disastrous mornings-after in his life, but this one took the proverbial cake, turned it upside down, and fucked it six ways to Sunday.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Exactly what it says on the tin. (With links to the songs!)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ray and Brad are apparently soul mates. They're not thrilled.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Okay, so basically I shoved the GK boys into 19th century Napoleonic England, added Naomi Novik's dragons, shook vigorously, and then RAN LIKE THE HELL</blockquote> ➤ also on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/554685

<blockquote>'Two thousand miles and that's the greeting I get? So much for that famed Southern hospitality. Never mind, I'll help you get started: 'Hello, Brad. Good to see you. I would have returned your numerous emails or taken one of your plentiful phone calls, but I fell the other night when I was out cow-tipping with the boys, hit my head, and am now a fucking amnesiac.'</blockquote> ➤ no amnesia involved ➤ in which Ray's mom finds out he's gay and doesn't take it well

<blockquote>Brad and Ray are growing apart.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Nothing,” Brad says, straight-faced and almost convincing, except for the part where he’s sitting in an ER exam room, wearing nothing but his skivvies and a hospital gown. “I’m fine, Ray.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Brad hates his students, but not as much as he hates the new history sub.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ray's chasing Brad. No, wait. Brad's leading Ray. No, wait.</blockquote> ➤ In which Ray is an FBI agent and Brad's leading him a game of cat-and-mouse

<blockquote>Ray's a hipster college kid. Brad's a Marine. “You know,” the kid says, drawling. “This kind of homophobic rhetoric has no place in modern America, homes. Although I am a dicksucking liberal, both of those things are literally true.” He’s suddenly crowded up close behind Brad as the line reshuffles, and Brad can hear an obnoxious smirk in his voice as he says, “Want me to demonstrate, Marine?”</blockquote> ➤ sequel: I want your drama http://archiveofourown.org/works/370444