#sandydotbill

[walk-in-sunshine]

OC KISS WEEK '26

PLAYFUL

Dot and Bill find each other again after the war <333

[forsty]

Bill POV: Tfw ur werewolf buddy is really sad for the loss of his mate (ur best friend) and almost gets himself shot by a hunter so u beat the hunter nearly to death and then succumb to the horror of almost losing a best friend (again) and almost senselessly murdering another man (again)

[OC, Bill belongs to @walk-in-sunshine , Cody(Wolf) belongs to me]

[walk-in-sunshine]

OC KISS WEEK 2026

"IMPULSE"

Quick, cute Dot and Bill moment while nobody's looking.

[walk-in-sunshine]

OC KISS WEEK '26

WEDDING

In spite of it all <3

(Context for newcomers, Bill was severely burned during WW2. Dot was his *coughexlovercough* flight nurse that evacuated him and saved his life)

[walk-in-sunshine]

OC KISS WEEK '26

HEATED

After hours in the nurses' station

87% chance Dot and Bill are gonna get caught

0% chance they care

[walk-in-sunshine]

OC KISS WEEK '26

HEARTBREAK

Dot praying over her brother's dogtags after Bill is burned on Okinawa. She'd lost her brother, Bill's best friend, the year before and didn't get to say goodbye. She's not letting Bill go the same way.

In her flight suit, babygirl got a promotion

(Kissing the dogtags bc she can't kiss her loved ones)

[walk-in-sunshine]

OC KISS WEEK '26

HAND

"There was a girl," he said. "In California."

When Dot looked away this time it was for her own sake, not his. Blue smoke curled above her face in the dark. He didn't like her on that side, still, so near the ruin of him, but the night's dark put him more at ease.

Bill chewed the inside of his cheek, unsure of what to tell her. He'd fought and buried this grief. It came up in odd uncertain times where he'd never found a way to quite wrap himself around it.

“I was going to marry her.” He didn’t let himself conjure her face. It didn’t matter now. “One day I sat down and realized I didn’t know what color her eyes were. I knew when we met but I’d forgotten. We spent so much time… not looking at each other.”

He closed his hand very slowly, watching the way the ruin of skin pulled across his knuckles. They’d been staying at her family’s beach house, where the open mouth of a mountain stream spread fresh water over cobbled stone and down into the sea. He’d thought it very suddenly and looked up toward the house, and he saw her face duck at the kitchen window. She did not look up again. Bill walked up the strand where the cold water braided over gravel and the small peace he’d spent eight months building sifted down behind him like silt. It had escaped him. He marveled at his own inability to conjure an image of her hand in his. Had they slept together without ever touching? Had she ever really looked at him?

“What color are my eyes, Bill?”

“Black,” Bill said without looking. His voice sounded distant in his own ears.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he said, without hesitation.

He didn’t risk looking up at her, continuing, “I used to spend a lot of time looking into them.”

The empty night between them seemed to go stale. His mouth turned to ash, and he stubbed out his cigarette without finishing it.

“That was a long time ago.”

Her voice was thin. In Bill’s traitorous ears it sounded hopeful, but he’d been wrong before. Bill studied the weight of the moonlight on his own hands, unmoving.

“I never forgot them.”

He bit his tongue then and a quiet followed in which neither could find the courage to speak and when it was broken, by Dot’s long familiar voice, Bill looked up and saw her as he did in ’42 when she’d trusted his gentle touch but not her own memory, and in ’43 when he clung to her between campaigns that felt like drowning, and in ’44, the beginning of the end, when her brother dragged him away by the shirt collar and the friendship and romance and trust all burned to the ground and left them each their own island in the rolling Pacific. Her eyes were a soft puppy dog black. They glistened. Uncertainty wrapped white rings around them. The resilient edge of her vocation slipped away and what remained was vulnerability.

“What we had then,” she said. Her black eyes transfixed him. “I was never sure if it was-was…”

Real.

She had wondered what was real for most of her life. Real love, real life, real family, what was truth in a life of abuse, abandonment, deception? She had followed her brother- and the twin, the lie that he had made of her, had died with him. Four years later she still didn’t know what it had left behind.

Bill watched her.

Steady, faithful Bill, Sandy had once wrote. Steady, faithful Bill said in that not-quite-his-own voice the fire had left in him,

“I didn’t know either. But I can still feel it.”

She reached for him, her hand shaking. She came very near to the catastrophic scar but he caught her hand in his just before she could touch his cheek.

“Dot…”

He felt the nerves in her hand shiver. Carefully, Bill turned her hand over and, carefully, lowered his mouth. He felt her pulse racing beneath the skin, the delicate tendons moving in her wrist as she stretched her fingers in a caress too gentle to feel through scar tissue.  Bill kissed the juncture of her wrist. Then the first joint of her thumb. The hollow of her palm. He breathed in the warm scent of her- the same musky perfume she wore during the war- and the longing grew in him like an ache. Dot closed the space between them, her free hand tangling in his hair but he would not let her kiss him.

“Dot,” Bill begged her. His lips trembled against her palm. “Dot, I’m ruined.”

[forsty]

Tfw your new private rips enemies apart with his teeth (and you're kinda into it) (Bloodless version below the readmore) WW2 Marine Cody AU [OC. Sandy (bottom panel) belongs to @walk-in-sunshine, Cody (top panel) belongs to me]