#nathaniel fick

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nate fick x fem marine reader

warnings: nsfw towards the end, slight mention of canon-typical misogyny but it's plot relevant

a/n: ty anon :p sorry i keep going mia, i've gotta figure out a schedule that works for me lol so ty for being patient!! tysm for the request and i hope you enjoy!

when he was told a woman would be billeted with him, his immediate response was a groan

like, what genius decided a female marine should be deployed with a bunch of men who haven’t seen a woman in weeks? 

of course, the groan was in his head, and he felt like a weight lifted off of his shoulders when he heard you were serving as a corpsman (corpswoman?) alongside doc bryan, and he would be responsible for ensuring you’re safe

when he first saw you walking up to his tent, his first thought was that the men were going to eat you alive

his second thought was how pretty you are!! how sweet ❤️

as you were introduced to him by godfather himself, you kept thinking of how there was no way this guy was the man in charge of an entire platoon. he was in charge if keeping you alive, and you couldn’t stop staring at his blue eyes? gosh, you were in for a rough deployment

as godfather patted your back (rather harshly, but you chalked it up to male marines being a different kind of aggressive than the friends you’ve made thus far) and “handed the reins” so to speak to fick, he introduced himself to you not as lieutenant fick, but as nate who was excited to see what you were going to accomplish with the men

good lord, you were in for a rough deployment. getting through that introduction without stuttering was your biggest accomplishment of the hour. i mean, wouldn’t you at least blush? he blinks his eyes and tells you how excited he is to see you work, and you’re supposed to have a stoneface? 

you sleep in the medical tent for the time being, as the first recon battalion is not ready for you, unfortunately

despite the months of advance notice and release forms you all had to sign, but since when are marines known for their meticulous literacy?

nate couldn’t bring himself to talk to you 

not out of spite or disrespect for your position, but he was frustrated enough with schwetje that he didn’t want you to think he was an angry guy

he finally got to meet you and not you as a medic when he skinned his knee. ironic, isn’t it?

the wound wasn’t even that bad, but it had a pretty brutal amount of dirt in it so you offered your bandana for him to grip on

he declined, but gosh did he wish he hadn’t when you applied disinfectant

you looked up at him sympathetically, patted his knee, and said “i’ll try to be quick, lieutenant, don’t worry” with a small smile and suddenly his knee wasn’t hurting, his heart was

he wanted to hug you and tell you not to worry and that he’d protect you

he thought about that moment every time he saw you before the platoon stepped off

you smiled at him every time he would make eye contact with you (you hadn’t intended for it to be romantic, but you weren’t complaining)

once yall stepped off, he made sure to check in with you whenever the platoon was stopped for any reason

sleeping? right as you’re drifting off, he’s there with water for your team

breakfast? what a coincidence, he “liked the view here” and ate breakfast with you! 

stopped to figure out the route? he’s heading back to his humvee when he stops and makes sure you’re getting rest

you hadn’t been too sure what to think about your lieutenant, but you finally came to a conclusion - he was so into you

you watched him walk off with a smile

whenever doc bryan would be listening in on the debrief, he would take you with him - guess where you stand!! 

gunny makes sure you stand right next to nate, and when you’re bold you (not so) discreetly put your hand on his back and lean in closer, trying to play it off like that’s the only reason you do it lol

nate’s voice gets shaky, noticeable to only you and gunny

gunny teases nate about it when you walk off, asking if he was really that nervous about driving through a village or if you’re just that scary of a marine

nate tells him to fuck off 

i think the moment he knew he fell in love was when you sighed “you’re such a nag, nate” as he passed you after he went off on the team leads letting iraqis walk between the humvees

his stomach flipped, knowing you got that phrase from him

he had to take a moment to cool off, and once you knew he was calm you came to apologize

“hey, lieutenant, i didn’t mean to offend-“ you stuttered, interrupted by nate’s hand on your mouth

he leaned in close, whispering in fear of losing his job: “don’t call me that when no one’s around. please.”

cue you bug-eyed, smile creeping on your face

he asked you out properly when the platoon was notified they would be going home - you responded with a hug and a kiss on his cheek (gunny will never let anyone know he ever saw, not even you)

stafford asked why the stone-faced lieutenant suddenly had a smile stuck on his face. fick furrowed his brows and said “i’m just happy to be going home, is all.” later, q-tip and christeson stayed up far too late trying to figure out any reason why. christeson figured it had to be about you, but stafford didn’t think either of you would take the risk

ever the creative type, nate took you out on a dinner date when you both got home

he yearned for you when he came home, so he pulled a couple strings and almost paid someone to personally escort you to him just so he didn’t have to wait any longer. 

he’s that down bad

nate’s heart stopped when you giggled at him splattering sauce across his cheek, and he just about went to heaven when you reached over the table with a napkin to wipe it off

he grabbed your hand, kissed your palm, and whispered “you always take such good care of me”

you got so hot you had to excuse yourself to the restroom, and when you came back he had a smug grin on his face and already paid the bill

nsfw headcanons

when i say nate is obsessed with you, i mean obsessed

his favorite memory of when you two first met was when he first saw you with a t-shirt on - he felt like he was watching a grandfather clock with the way you swayed your hips (maybe a bit overdramatically, you wanted to impress him lmao)

and the way your shirt clung to your curves? that was his combat jack material for weeks

the only thing that topped that was when the platoon seized the airfield and your shirt clung to your body even worse because you were so sweaty

he couldn’t help but imagine what your sweat would feel like dripping on top of him, what it would taste like if he licked it off your shoulder

he had to take a breather before he first made love to you, silently praying he wouldn’t release early

he holds your hand throughout. like, he’s whispering how good of a girl you are and how well you’re taking it, and he’s gripping your hand like that’s the only thing tethering him to this earth (think gentle squeeze, he knows you’re breakable and would only “hurt” you if you asked really really nicely)

he doesn’t really give hickies, but he goes wild when you give them to him

he even told you he wasn’t a big fan, but your mouth went to his neck and he threw his head back as he moaned

he’s such a liar

best believe he’ll spend an hour kissing every inch of skin he can reach before you whine out for him to finally touch you already

the first time you slept together, he spent so long with foreplay that you were exhausted before he could even get off. don’t worry, you repaid him in full in the morning :)

he would die in between your legs if he could. he literally gets off on eating you out

if you took a moment to ground yourself, you would feel the mattress dip where he’s grinding against the bed. he’s groaning into your pussy and you have to bite your lip and grip the sheets to stop yourself from hitting that peak

he thinks you’re the hottest girl ever. not only are you gorgeous, you’re also funny and incredibly witty. and you’re strong?? like, you picked up a refugee who collapsed while fleeing kuwait on your own and you got two men to treat him so you could help the women? gosh, you’re so thoughtful and smart and strong and ohnohe’salreadycumming

you were his jack off fantasy before he even knew you existed, and now that he’s yours? he’ll make sure you never forget it

[sptiap]

found both at a second-hand bookstore today!

[lostinthewiind]

Generation Kill fic requests you say? Can I get a Ray Person where sometimes he accidentally hits the radios buttons and the reader overhears his rants and comes back with some of her own? Or a Nate Fick angry and it triggers an “oh no he’s hot angry” reaction that the reader can’t hide?

Hotheaded

Nathaniel "Nate" Fick - Generation Kill

A/N: I couldn't choose so I decided to combine both prompts into one fic :)

Rating: 16+ (language)

"-and if you take a moment to really think about it, it makes total sense!" Ray's sped up rant continued over the comms, no doubt thanks to the amount of ripped fuel he had ingested over the past 24 hours. "This war isn't about money or oil or any of it! We're here because of sex!"

Slamming your head back against the headrest, you let out an exasperated groan. "How long has he been going on like this for?" You turned to look at Rudy.

Rudy glanced down at his watch. "About 10 minutes."

"Good God! How does he not know he's broadcasting this to everyone?" You slammed your boot down against the humvee floor and grabbed the receiver. "That's it. I can't listen to him anymore."

Rudy chuckled under his breath. "You tell him, little lady."

"Would the Whiskey Tango individual who insists on ranting about sex and his deranged theories about the origin of this war over the comms please shut the fuck up?" you snapped into the receiver. "I don't feel like listening to your family-fucking twang for the entire time we are sitting here."

You could hear a couple of laughs escape the humvees directly in front of and behind your own. For a few seconds, you thought Ray had actually caught on to how annoying he was being and shut up. Then the comms crackled to life once more.

"You sound just like the government, trying to silence the truth because you're scared about what it means for your good American values!"

"Ray, you wouldn't know the truth if it slipped into your bedroom at night and tickled your prostate!" you shot back. You weren't backing down until the idiotic RTO shut his goddamn trap. "And even if this war was about sex, what would you know about it when you look like someone who'd only get some through an unfortunate keep-it-in-the-family arranged marriage or if a blind woman took immense pity on you?"

More laughter. Even Rudy, who usually tried to stay out of the constant back and forth, couldn't help but crack a smile.

You could tell Ray was ramping up for another response, but before he got the chance, Lieutenant Fick's voice sounded over the comms. "Will you two idiots keep your lover's spat off of company-wide comms so the rest of us can sit here in peace and wait for further orders?"

You swallowed hard. "Sorry, sir," you apologized.

Ray's voice didn't follow. He didn't even apologize. Then you heard a distant shouting.

"Hey!"

You and Rudy shared a confused look. Leaning out the side of your humvee window, you spotted Ray doing the same thing at the front of the convoy, shouting back at you.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you shouted back.

"I get plenty of pussy, thank you very much!" Ray clearly wasn't done with the conversation, comms or not. "I wouldn't expect you to understand though, considering not even Manimal would get near your salmon-scented cavern, and he'd fuck anything with a hole!"

"Unfortunately, not all of us are born with a built-in dating pool—you know, that thing that regular people call the family tree! Or, in your case, the goddamn family circle!"

Ray furrowed his brows. You could see his mouth moving a mile a minute, but due to the sudden increase in wind, you couldn't make out what he was saying.

"What?" you called.

He tried again. Still nothing. Frustrated, he disappeared back into his humvee. "You keep telling yourself that, and when you're back home with no other choice but to sell your Iraq-worn body and dusty pussy on the corner, you'll remember what your old pal Ray said about the reason for war," he said, resorting to comms again.

"I think this is the longest I've ever heard him bicker with someone," Rudy pointed out. "You really know how to get him going."

"And I'm about to shut him down for good." You picked up the receiver one final time. "Ray, your unhinged theories are a direct result of your unique and equally unfortunate makeup of chromosomes, which could only come from someone whose mother is also their aunt! And when-"

The receiver was suddenly snatched out of your hand before you could end your finishing blow. With a sheepish smile on your face, you turned to see Lieutenant Fick standing outside your humvee, receiver in hand and a scowl on his face.

"Corporal, what the fuck did I just tell you?" Nate used his free hand to grab you by the collar of your uniform.

"Not to argue with Ray over the comms," you replied.

"That's right, Corporal." Nate leaned into the humvee, his bright blue eyes burning holes into your soul. "Now, tell me, are you just too fucking stupid to know how to follow orders or do you find joy in purposefully pissing me off?"

You felt a heat rise to your cheeks at the sight of Lieutenant Fick so angry. You had never seen him filled with this much rage, and for whatever reason, it was hot. Super hot.

You gently shook your head. "Neither, sir."

"Then why the fuck did I hear your voice over the comms again just now?"

"No excuse, sir."

"What's the matter? No rebuttal for your old pal Ray-Ray?"

You watched as Nate's face twisted into a horrible mixture of disappointment, anger, and exhaustion. "Ray, get the fuck off the comms before I come up there and throttle you through your humvee's window!" he snapped over the comms before throwing the receiver back into the humvee and releasing your collar. "I swear to God, it's like babysitting with you two."

You swallowed hard when Nate removed his helmet and ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. If this was turning you on so much, maybe Ray was right; maybe you did need to get laid more. Or maybe the Iraqi heat was getting to you more than usual today. Either way, you couldn't tear your eyes away from your Lieutenant.

"Something to say?" Nate caught you staring. "Or are you just getting a kick out of watching me snap?"

"No kicks here, sir," you assured him.

"Then what is it, Corporal?" he demanded. "Come on, spit it out."

You turned back to look at Rudy, silently pleading with him to save you. When all he did was shrug, you slumped your shoulders. "I really don't think I should say, sir."

"I didn't ask you to think. If I remember correctly, you attempting to have an original thought was what caused this whole thing in the first place. Everybody knows Ray rants. And everybody knows that if you just ignore it, he'll eventually stop. So, now that we're here, spit it the fuck out."

You were screwed. You just had to say it. "It's just that you're very attractive when you're angry, sir. That's all."

That stopped Nate's anger in its tracks. "What the fuck did you just say?" His voice had dropped into a low whisper.

You drew in a deep breath. "Did you want me to repeat it, sir?"

"No, I unfortunately heard you the first time." Nate looked over your shoulder at Rudy, who was looking out the window and pretending that he wasn't listening. "Corporal, switch with my driver. It appears you need some more direct supervision."

With that, Nate walked back to his vehicle at the rear of the convoy.

"Oh, my God, I cannot believe I actually admitted that!" You buried your face in your hands. "Why didn't I just say something else? Literally anything else?!"

"I don't know." Rudy was clearly amused by your misfortune. "You're right though. He is very attractive when he's angry."

"Right?!" You started to pack up your gear. "Well, wish me luck. If I don't make it to the next stop, you know who killed me."

Rudy gave a mock salute. "It's been an honour serving with you."

The walk of shame back to Nate's vehicle felt like an eternity, and when you passed the other driver, you didn't dare make eye contact. After stowing away your gear, you climbed into the driver's seat and settled in. Nate watched you like a hawk the entire time.

"I'm sorry about arguing with Ray over the comms, sir," you apologized once more, hoping it would help you get back in your Lieutenant's good graces.

"No apology needed, Corporal," he told you. He was much calmer now; back to the regular Lieutenant Fick you were used to dealing with. "I can't count the number of times I wish I could have done what you did. Ray and his fucking rants are the main reason I cannot wait to get out of this damn war. I'd quite literally rather take a bullet to the chest."

You couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sure we'd all appreciate watching you tear him a new one some time."

"Maybe," he sighed.

"- it's lack of pussy that fucks countries up. Lack of pussy is the root fucking cause of all global instability. If more hajis were getting quality pussy, there'd be no reason for us to come over here and fuck 'em up like this! 'Cause a nut-bustin' haji is a happy haji." Ray had once again accidentally turned the comms on while ranting to his passengers.

You watched as Nate gritted his teeth. Then, completely unexpected, he picked up the receiver and handed it to you. "Tell that fucker to shut his hole, Corporal."

"But, sir, I thought ..." you trailed off.

"I'm not the only one who's hot when they're angry." He smirked, and when you finally took the receiver from him, he sat back and got ready to enjoy the show.

"Pretty sure I said 'attractive', sir," you corrected. "But hot works too."

[deputy-buck]

“The Marine Recon Mission Essential List, that group of skills deemed vital to the job, fills a book. Patrolling, navigation, calling in air strikes, communications, parachuting, diving, shooting, swimming, driving boats, hand-to-hand combat, and so on, seemingly without end. Medical training tended to fall through the cracks, with mock casualties fairy-dusted back to life before they seriously impeded other objectives on any training exercise. I was lucky to have a corpsman who refused to accept that. Doc Bryan was a Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsman, or SARC, one of the most highly trained field medics in the U.S. military.

After joining the platoon a few months before deploying to the Middle East, he’d drilled each man on basic trauma care. In Kuwait, he’d put together blowout kits for the whole platoon. The kits contained the essentials to keep a wounded Marine alive - saline IV bags, battle dressings, and QuikClot, a chemical compound to cauterize arterial bleeds. He’d also led the platoon in making tourniquets, to be worn loosely around the neck for easy access, and threatened to pummel any man caught without his. Doc’s final contribution was not material but tactical. He stressed that the job of any Marine wounded in a firefight was to keep shooting until his team or the platoon was out of danger. Wounded men don’t have the luxury of giving up the fight. Doc Bryan’s gifts became real on the road outside Muwaffiqiya.“

- Nate Fick, One Bullet Away. (p. 269)

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Generation Kill (TV)

#043

Title: Bradley the Damned

Pairing/Characters: Bradley Colbert/Nathaniel Fick, Ray Person/Walt Hasser

Rating Explicit | E

Warnings/Tags: Graphic Violence, Murder-mystery, supernatural creature/elements

Alternative Universe/History, vaguely set around 1900, incorrect Egyptian archeology/lore, Viking lore.

Summary: Returning to England upon the death of the only father he’s ever known, Lord Nathaniel Fick has braced himself for a return to a society that he never really has felt a member of. He’d much rather be off on one of his Uncle’s archeological adventures than running the family business.

Luckily, it seems that adventure has followed his Uncle to England.

[lucky-bastards]

“Stark!”