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Maybe it’s only right that he finds himself in Belfast, a city tense with the start of something that promises bloodshed. His da, God rest his sweet soul, was a life-long Orange Order man, so this should be the perfect opportunity: the war Paddy was born ready for and something to fucking do.
The trouble of it is, Paddy hates the RUC, and he’s already been barred from most of the pubs in East Belfast.
OR: Paddy Mayne doesn’t care for sectarian politics, at least, not until he meets a certain Catholic boy who loves to court trouble.
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You are a nurse, fighting Cairo heat and on the outskirts of war. They were men, deeply changed and moved by one-another. One fixated on you, the other consumed. All three fight instincts and find ways to deal with what you've all fallen into-an infectious greed without a cure.
'What of vile dust?' the preacher said.
Methought the whole world woke,
The dead stone lived beneath my foot,
And my whole body spoke.'You, that play tyrant to the dust,
And stamp its wrinkled face,
This patient star that flings you not
Far into homeless space.- The Praise Of Dust, G.K Chesterton.
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You were the only woman in the regiment, tolerated until you spoke. He was Paddy Mayne; terrifying, infuriating, impossible to ignore. Somewhere between the raids and the silence, you made the worst kind of sense together. And while the war took everything, grief took more.
To Mayne, you’re a shadow of someone he lost. To you, he was a reason to stay.
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- Part 28 of P1dge0n's Poetry Compendium
- Language:
- English
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- 256
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 4
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- 32
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Italy, 1944. You’re a detonation specialist dropped in with the British Army’s wildest pack of dogs kept barely on a leash by the most infuriating man you’ve ever met
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Renowned poet Paddy Mayne isn’t looking for a muse. He finds one anyway in the form of Eoin McGonigal, a local musician who keeps turning his poems into songs. What starts as curiosity turns into late-night messages, unexpected meetings, and the slow unravel of two men learning they might be exactly what the other needs.
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"Tell me about your fellah.”
“He’s not ‘my fellah’.”
“Tell me about him all the same.”
A slightly different version of the story, told through the eyes of a Welsh commando who once played rugby with Paddy Mayne and once drank gin on a rooftop with Eoin McGonigal.
And while a modicum of historical research was put into this story—as with the show—this is NOT a history lesson. -
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“Was there water?” Ambrose asks.
“It is the desert, Ambrose” Paddy says gently and he is supposed to be the mad one, the one who has to be gentled down from delusion and insanity like a child, not Ambrose, never Ambrose “There was no water around for miles”
Of all the things to be asking after…
“It rained” Paddy says at last, “Monsoon rain, biblical, washed away the landscape entire. By the time I had a mind to go and look for him again everything had changed and there was no way to find him. I did look. I did look for him. I swear it”
Paddy looks up to find Ambrose smiling a private smile and nodding like he’s hearing voices Paddy can not.
"Rain might just be enough" Ambrose says, seeming pleased with the answer "Rain and the saltwater of tears”Or: Eoin comes back.
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you'd be like heaven to touch, i want to hold you so much by manicpixiedreamjop
Fandoms: SAS: Rogue Heroes (TV)
01 Oct 2025
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Eoin has always thought — or maybe wished — that he’ll be able to tell the moment he meets the love of his life. Their eyes will meet, and it’ll be a sudden realisation, a flash of lightning, and he’ll simply know. He’ll know, and they’ll be able to start their lives together right away, because Eoin McGonigal is a man of many virtues but patience has never been one of them.
He meets Paddy on a Friday.
There is no realisation, no lightning. Eoin doesn’t even know his second name. All he gets is a nickname, the vague sense that he’s forgetting something, and a moderate to extreme level of attraction toward the man who had been sitting in front of him.
If he’d been told Paddy’s second name, maybe it could’ve explained all the other things away. Maybe then he would’ve remembered where exactly he knew him from, and the day he’d had that feeling, lightning and all, all those years ago.
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- Part 5 of hold you close
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Boats, Two Lads and a hell of a lot of Ocean between them.
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Blood Moon Rising by TheWayfarer_OvRither
Fandoms: Sinners (2025), SAS: Rogue Heroes (TV)
30 Sep 2025
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A vampire cures his loneliness by making another vampire.
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Augustin knows a good deal when he sees it, and he’s not stupid enough to waste a lovely fucking flat just because his flatmate doesn’t want to wish him good morning. And other than not being chatty, he is a paragon of housemate-ly virtues: he never leaves a mess in the kitchen, never plays loud music or watches TV in the living room til 3 in the morning, or has loud annoying sex on the other side of the wall. In fact, he is, apart from the absolute refusal to engage with Augustin, the perfect flatmate.
Just Like Heaven AU.
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War is dangerous. Everyone knows that. But can something howling in the night really be worse than the enemy?
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“Then you would take his pain, if you could?”
“Yes.”
“Bring it upon yourself? In order that he might live?”
“Yes.”
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When Eoin forsook Paddy and called him Blair, that’s when he was truly gone.
Eoin’s voice carrying his name and Eoin’s fingers wrapped loosely around his wrist. It was stronger than any iron.
A question of names, identity, and love.
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“Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,-behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it-he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.”- Percy Bysshe Shelley
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- English
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- 1,929
- Chapters:
- 1/?
- Kudos:
- 7
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Paddy attempts to move on by getting under someone else. It may work. Or it may instead make his world a tiny bit smaller.
Or: Paddy has a reckoning with the mortifying ordeal of being known
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- Part 2 of Hollow of the Hills (Grindr AU)
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All For You by agodavampireandtwoheirsofdurin for RosesZirnheld
Fandoms: SAS: Rogue Heroes (TV)
24 Sep 2025
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Bill makes the mistake of asking Johnny for help with Paddy’s birthday present.
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- Part 3 of Modern Reincarnation AU
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when you move (I'm put in awe of something so flawed and free) by torakowalski
Fandoms: SAS: Rogue Heroes (TV)
24 Sep 2025
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Ambrose takes the turning for Newtownards and feels a different sort of tension start to fill the air.
"Paddy?" Eoin whispers. There's finally a crack in his voice, not just this horrible blankness.
"Who else?" As soon as Ambrose says it, he realises that that's not as flippant a comment as he meant it to be. Because, honestly, who else?
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War leaves its marks on both body and heart. Two people navigate a world where danger lurks around every corner. He is an explosive commander; she, a calm and perceptive intelligence officer. Between them, tension and mutual understanding speak without words. Every step and every glance carry memories of loss, risk, and the shadow of personal history. This is a story of hidden emotions, trust, and invisible bonds in times of chaos.