#might be ooc but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️

[daisynik7]

Toji is the type to be so cold to you in front of your friends. Scoffs at every little thing you say, rolls his eyes at your cheesy jokes, pretends that he couldn't care less about you. He's that one asshole "friend" in your group who you can't seem to get along with, so you bicker and bicker with each other constantly. It's no secret that the two of you can't stand one another.

What is a secret is when the two of you are alone.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" he whispers, his mouth grazing your ear as he stands behind you at the kitchen sink. The others are still gathered in the living room; you went here to wash your hands. He followed you in, always does. He jumps at every chance he can get to be alone with you, just to have moments like this.

Tonight, he pissed you off by joking about how boring you are for having to leave the party early tonight. Something stupid, it always is. You flipped him the bird in response, refusing to say a word, knowing it would just encourage him.

And now, he's here with you. His hands around your hips, pulling you closer to him, pushing himself closer to you. He kisses the back of your neck, fingers inching between your legs, his erection throbbing against you. He never says sorry, only apologizes by giving you his cock. This time, you don't want to make it so easy for him.

"Thought you said I was boring," you say, jutting your ass towards him.

"That was just a joke," he purrs, rubbing your clothed pussy with his fingers. "You know how excited you make me."

You hum, pretending to reconsider the original plan. "Maybe I should just stay here longer."

He almost whines before he catches himself, because Toji Fushiguro would rather be caught dead than caught whining over a woman. But with you, he comes close. The only reason you want to leave this silly party early is so you could prepare your house for when he comes over later to spend the night, a routine the two of you have been doing in secret for a while now. And of course, he's at fault for ruining the plan with his idiotic mouth.

When he doesn't respond, you turn around, smirking. "Nothing to say? I'm having fun here anyways, so it's better that I don't leave - "

He mumbles something that's barely audible, though you know exactly what he's trying to say. "Could you repeat that a little louder, please?" you tease him, cupping your ear with your hand, enjoying this way too much.

He swallows hard, avoiding your gaze by looking up at the ceiling. "I'm sorry," you mutters, through gritted teeth.

You tip his chin to make him face you, smiling. "Good boy. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Toji Fushiguro would rather be caught dead than be called a "good boy." But once again, it's proved that you are the exception.

#don't look at this it's so bad #I wrote this like I was in a fever dream lol #he's been very heavy on my mind #might be ooc but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️ #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro x reader #toji smut

[multifandomlover01]

Hey if you don’t mind me asking, could I please request a Chuck Grant x German Nurse reader? Where she doesn’t really agree with the war and speaks poor English, and the boys don’t really see her as a threat and she ends up in Easy’s care. And Chuck watches her most of the time! Thank you! :) ❤️

Hey! Of course I don’t mind. I love getting requests! Thank you so much for another one! I really like this one. And you’re quite welcome!

It’s a bit different than what I usually write, and I am very excited to tread into new territory.

Disclaimer: I do not own Band of Brothers. This may not be 100% historically accurate. Because I don’t think a German nurse (Wehrmachthelferin) would actually have been at Bastogne (where this takes place). But that’s ok. Just go with it, please? I’m sensitive. Also, I don’t speak German. Translation was done with the Apple Translate app. I apologize for any mistakes. Everything is translated into English right after it, though. So you know what it says. Although it got away from me and she speaks/understands better English than I had planned…🤷🏻‍♀️ oh, well. It is what it is.

No use of Y/N or anything like that (I wrote this weird for some reason, it’s, like…third person, but the female nurse isn’t given a name and Y/N isn’t used, nor are any physical descriptions, so you can treat it as a reader insert)

This…got away from me soooo bad, oh my god, I’m so sorry. Also…potentially OOC Chuck. I’m so sorry this is so late, I’ve been busy with school and haven’t had much motivation or time or energy to write.

Warning: injury depiction, not too graphic, though, probably several (other than historical) inaccuracies (sorry, please be nice)

Word Count: ~4.4k words

I might go back and rewrite the ending to this. I don’t like it. I think it sucks. But for now, I think I’m just going to leave it. 

It didn’t happen often, but that’s not to say that it never happened. Germans were captured by the Americans. It seemed to happen a bit more in Bastogne, as the lines were a bit confusing and visibility was low. It was near Easy Company lines when such an occurrence took place. Some rustling/movement/voices were heard. And people were sent to investigate. What they found was a German nurse tending to a wounded German soldier. They lowered their guns when they saw that the man was in no condition to fire a weapon, nor did he move to do so when he saw the group of US Army paratroopers. Joe Liebgott, who was among the men and spoke German, spoke to the two of them…in German.

“Steph auf.” Get up.

“Bitte. Er ist verwundet.” Please. He’s wounded. The nurse pleaded, not liking that she’d been interrupted.

“She says he’s wounded.” Liebgott told Johnny Martin, a Sargent who’d gone with the group.

“Tell them we’re taking them prisoner, but that they’ll be looked after.” Those were the orders, even though these two obviously weren’t high ranking officers.

Joe nodded before communicating this to the nurse. Johnny nodded at Shifty Powers and Skip Muck, also among the party, signifying that they should help the wounded man.

When they moved closer to the man, the nurse moved in front of him, to protect him. Johnny groaned.

“Joe, please tell her we aren’t going to hurt them. We wanna see to it that this man gets the medical attention he needs.”

“Es ist in Ordnung. Wir werden dir nicht wehtun. Sie wollen ihm nur helfen.” It’s alright. We aren’t going to hurt you. They just want to help him.

She slowly moved away from the man. Joe moved closer to the woman. And she tensed.

“Wir werden dir wirklich nicht wehtun.” We really aren’t going to hurt you.

She looked at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes. She also saw how much care the American men were taking in handling the wounded German man. She relaxed a bit. She didn’t like that she and this man were being taken prisoner, but it didn’t seem like there was anything she could do about it. She just hoped that all the things that she had been told about Americans wasn’t true. She hoped that the Americans weren’t monsters. She hoped she wouldn’t be executed. But then again, she never truly believed the propaganda. The very same propaganda that had made her brother want to join up and fight the “horrible American bastards”. She’d only joined because she knew that people were going to be injured a lot and she wanted to help. She didn’t much care for the Nazis, nor their purist attitudes. What she did care about was her fellow man. And her fellow man was being put in dangerous situations. So she wanted to help. (Wow, exposition much?)

The paratroopers took the two into their lines and immediately to an isolated area and had called a medic. Who helped the nurse as much as he could with the wounded man. Luckily, it was enough and they stabilized him.

The two were then both searched, something that the nurse was very uncomfortable with at first. But the man who was searching her (Joe) wasn’t as handsy as she’d expected him to be. German propaganda said that all American men wanted was sex and that they didn’t treat women with respect. But, you could say that about any man of any country and it wouldn’t actually make it any more or less true than any other man in the world. A very important looking man had been called into the situation. He was talking with the men in English, a language the nurse did not understand very well at all. She spoke very little of it.

She noticed the man who spoke German was still near her after searching her, probably in case anything needed to be translated. He seemed to have wanted to assure her nothing bad was going to happen to her. He was very respectful when he searched her. He seemed approachable. So, she approached him.

“Was wird mit uns passieren?” What’s going to happen to us?

“Sie werden beide unter Bewachung gestellt.” You’ll both be placed under guard.

“Wird er Nahrung bekommen und alles, was er braucht, um zu heilen?” Will he be given food and anything he needs to heal?

“Ich nehme an, so viel wie wir ersparen können. Was nicht viel ist, weil wir anfangs nicht viel haben.” I suppose as much as we can spare. Which isn’t much because we don’t have much to begin with.

“Ich verstehe. Das ist alles, worum ich bitte. Vielen Dank.” I understand. That is all I ask. Thank you.

It was finally decided that the man would be looked after by the medic who had helped tend to him, as he’d gained his trust, and the nurse would be put into the care of Chuck Grant.

“Warum kann ich nicht mit dem Mann zusammen sein?” Why can’t I be with the man? The nurse asked as she was led away from him.

“Unsere Jungs werden sich gut um ihn kümmern, keine Sorge.” Our guys will take good care of him, don’t worry. Joe tried to reassure her.

She was led further away from the man by Joe to another man.

“Das ist Chuck Grant. Er wird sich um dich kümmern, während du bei uns bleibst.” This is Chuck Grant. He’ll be looking after you while you stay with us.

The nurse looked the man over. He seemed intimidating to her, but not at the same time.

“Was passiert mit mir nach meinem Aufenthalt bei dir?” What will happen to me after my stay with you?

Joe did not answer.

“Joe, what am I supposed to do?” Chuck asked his friend, frustrated.

“Look after her.”

“Why can’t you? I don’t speak German!”

“I don’t think Winters trusts me to…not after Holland. And I’m still playing translator, so I’ll be around, don’t worry. But Winters wants you to look after her.”

“Oh, alright. Does she understand any English at all?”

“I don’t think so. But I’ll ask. Kannst du Englisch?” Do you know English?

“Only little. Speak better than understand others. Not very well.”

“Why isn’t she being kept with a higher up. Why isn’t she being interrogated?”

“I’m sure Winters will want to talk to her later, but look at her. Does she look like a threat to you, Chuck? She’s a nurse. She’s not a Nazi. I’m sure she doesn’t know anything. The wounded man she was attending to was just a Private, at least in our terms (whatever the lowest ranking enlisted man was), he probably doesn’t know anything either. We’re tending to him and looking after him. But we’re keeping them separate. Cause we don’t want them escaping or conspiring or otherwise. But they aren’t threats. We can’t let them go, though. But we also don’t have anyone to turn them over to because we’re under siege and all.”

“So I just…watch her?”

Joe shrugged, “yeah. Look after her. Get her food. Stay with her. Even when she goes to the bathroom, you gotta take her.”

“Aw, jeez, Joe.”

“I’m not saying you have to look at her!”

“Alright, alright.”

“Since she knows at least some English, I’ll leave you two alone for now.” Joe began walking away.

“Wait!” Chuck called out to him. “She said she could speak it better than she could understand others! Joe! I can’t talk to her by myself!”

“Sure you can! Just dumb everything down.”

Chuck rolled his eyes and groaned.

He finally, actually, looked at the nurse. And he was shocked to see how pretty she was. Sure, she was German. But she was still a woman. And she was a very pretty woman at that. She noticed that he was staring. And he noticed that she’d noticed.

“I’m sorry.” He looked down. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

It took her a few moments to try and understand what he’d said, but she got there and smiled.

“It is alright.”

“I…uh…guess I’m supposed to look after you. I don’t know why they chose me. But I’m not gonna hurt you. I mean you no harm.”

“I understand. You have been so nice.”

“Well, we certainly try. Neither you nor your buddy seems like much of a threat. Don’t think you know anything either. Like…government, Nazi stuff. Important stuff. N-not that you don’t know important stuff. What I’m trying to say is that we intend to treat both you and your guy with respect.”

Chuck had spoken quite fast and had stumbled over his words a bit. Again, it took the nurse a minute to process what he’d said. When she had, she smiled and shook her head.

“No, no, no. No threat at all. Nobody tells us anything. All I know to do is help people.”

“Right. I know the feeling. Sometimes I feel like we don’t get told anything either. The higher ups like to keep the important stuff to themselves. Which I guess makes sense.”

“If I did know anything, I’d say.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t like Nazis. If I knew anything, if I could help you, I would.”

“You would?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Why? I mean…why don’t you like the Nazis? Why would you go against them and help us?”

“They hate everybody. They take rights away. They take people away. They kill. They’re not nice.”

“But you’re German, aren’t you? You’re helping the soldiers?”

“I can’t hate Nazis? I can’t help my fellow man? My people? Because I am German?”

“Well…no, no, of course you can. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just assumed…”

“No. You shouldn’t have. I could say you torture and kill prisoners, but that does not mean you do.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“We have both learned things, then.”

“Yes. We have. If you don’t mind my asking…why do you hate the Nazis so much?”

“I think I am a kind person. I care about people. The Nazis are not kind. They do not care about people. I do not care for them.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

“What do you mean?”

“Can’t they kill you for that?”

The nurse scoffed. “Well, I don’t say it. Even if I did and something happened, I’d die proudly, knowing I’d said the truth.”

“But you’d still be dead.”

“What if you died here? Would that not be for a good cause? Your country?”

“I suppose you’re right. It’d suck for my family, though.”

“I understand. I didn’t mean to imply total honor in death and war. Because God knows there is not. I simply meant that sometimes there is honor in death, if you are holding steadfast to your beliefs.”

“I understand that.”

Chuck decided that he liked this nurse. She had spunk. She hated Nazis and just wanted to help her people. What’s not to like about that?

Joe came back to check on them.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

“Pretty good. Her English actually isn’t that bad.”

“It isn’t? That’s good. Winters wants to talk to her.” He turned his attention to the nurse. “Uh, would you prefer it if I continued to speak to you in German?”

“It would help.”

“Alright. Unser Bataillonskommandant möchte mit Ihnen sprechen. Er hat bereits mit deinem Mann gesprochen. Er sieht keinen von euch als Drohung.” Our battalion commander wants to talk to you. He’s already talked to your guy. He doesn’t see either of you as threats.

“I understand. Thank you.”

“If you’d come with me, please.”

Chuck moved with the nurse to go with Joe, but Joe stopped him.

“You don’t need to come. I’ll return her to you after Winters is done talking to her.”

Chuck frowned, but stayed put as he watched the two walk away. Why was he so upset? He really didn’t need to go with her. Joe was escorting her to see Winters. She never left the care of an Easy guy. Chuck wasn’t her keeper, really. He wasn’t her bodyguard. It was simply his responsibility to look after her. That being when she wasn’t needed elsewhere. So why was he so upset when Joe stopped him?

Joe led the nurse to Battalion CP to see Winters.

“Can she speak and understand English?”

“A little. She speaks it better than she understands it. So I think it’d be best if I translated what you say to her, and then she should be able to respond to you in English.”

Winters nodded, “alright.”

“I’d first like to know why they were so close to our lines.” He’d already asked the soldier this question and gotten a reasonable answer. He just wanted to hear it from two sources. To make sure they lined up and made sense.

Joe translated. The nurse processed and turned to Winters.

“We didn’t mean to be so close. He’d gotten lost. Another man, ours, was near and shot him, thinking he was one of yours. He didn’t know. I heard and came to him.”

This matched up with what the man had said. He’d gotten lost and was near another unit (bataillon) of his regiment (or whatever, I’m using Army terms, ok? But it’d be the German equivalent). And a man from this battalion thought he was an American that had wondered close to them. So he shot him. He was obviously dead and he didn’t check and had no interest in looting. Neither seemed to know why the man shot one of his own and didn’t know, even afterwards, what had happened. But Winters decided it wasn’t the unlikeliest event, and he believed it, as neither party seemed anything but sincere. Winters assumed that, since the soldier knew nothing valuable, that the nurse wouldn’t either.

“Alright. That’s all. I just wanted to make sure their stories matched. He didn’t know anything. I’m guessing she doesn’t either. You can take her to Roe’s foxhole. He’s looking after the soldier. She can see him and see how he’s doing. But…just watch them, ok? Guarnere is guarding them.”

“Aye, sir.” Joe explained to the nurse that they were through here and that they’d go see her guy now. Which she was very happy about.

When they got to the foxhole, Joe explained to Bill and Gene that Winters had said she could see him. They nodded and allowed the nurse to see her guy.

“Geht es dir gut?” Are you alright?

“Ja.” Yes

“Behandeln sie dich gut?” They are treating you well?

“Sehr viel.” Very much.

“Ich auch.” Me too.

“Ich freue mich, das zu hören. Ich habe mir Sorgen um dich gemacht.” I am happy to hear that. I was concerned about you.

“Das ist süß. Aber es gibt keine Notwendigkeit zu sein. Ich werde ziemlich gut betreut.” That’s sweet. But there’s no need to be. I am being looked after quite well.

“Gut.” Good.

The nurse and the soldier nodded. The nurse turned to Gene.

“Thank you. For caring for him.”

“No problem, ma’am. It’s what I do.”

The nurse looked to Joe for a translation, as she couldn’t understand his accent. It took Joe a moment to realize this, as she’d been doing so well. He chuckled and translated before telling her it was time to go back to Chuck. The nurse and the soldier were satisfied that they were both being cared for.

When they got back to Chuck, he was pacing a bit.

“Jeez, Joe, what took you so long? She doesn’t know anything, why’d Winters keep her for so long.”

“Would you keep your pants on? Winters only asked her why they were so close to the line, they provided the same story. Which Winters thinks is reasonable. Then I took her to see the Kraut soldier.”

“I thought they weren’t supposed to be together.”

“Relax. That was just a precaution. It wasn’t even needed. Besides, I was there. Bill was there, too. I heard everything they said. They were just concerned about each other and were glad they were safe and being taken care of. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“Alright. Now, I’ll leave you two alone now.”

Joe winked at seemingly both of them before departing. Chuck narrowed his eyes at him as he left. The nurse chuckled, catching his attention.

“What?”

“You’re cute.”

He was cute? She was cute! She was blushing! Wait…was she blushing because of Joe or him?

“Oh, yeah? Not nearly as cute as you.” Ok, that was lame. But Chuck’s flirting game was a little rusty. She chuckled again, though, so she must’ve thought it was funny.

“How am I cute?”

“How are you not?”

The nurse stopped smiling, which made Chuck frown.

“You are serious?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

The nurse blushed again and hid her face. Chuck took a step closer to her.

“Were you not serious?”

“I thought we were kidding around, joking?”

The frown did not leave Chuck’s face. He shrugged.

“I guess. I-if you wanted to be.”

Now it was her time to frown.

“Did you...not want to be.”

Chuck glanced at her, curious.

“Did you not want to be?”

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“I’m a woman.”

Chuck looked at the nurse intently. He wasn’t sure if she was still joking or not. He continued looking at her and did not answer her question. Nor did she answer his.

She was looking at him as he was looking at her. She took a step closer to him.

“Were you serious when you said I was cute?”

Chuck averted his gaze. A blush appeared on his face. He looked back at her.

“Yes.” His voice was small and soft, barely above a whisper.

“Good,” she took another step closer to him, so she was standing right in front of him, she kissed him on the cheek, “because I was too.”

Flustered, Chuck stood still, not quite sure what to do. He only now noticed that it was getting dark.

“It’s...uh...it’s getting dark. Are you tired? Would you like to sleep? Today was a long day for you.”

“Yes. I would like that very much. Thank you.”

Chuck led her back to his foxhole, where his partner, Tab, was nowhere to be found.

“I guess you’re meant to sleep with me,” he said as he jumped down into the hole, unaware of how those words sounded in a different context.

“E-Excuse me?” The nurse stood at the edge of the hole, looking down at Chuck as he looked up at her.

“You can do it on the other side of the hole if you’d like. But it’s cold. We usually huddle together for warmth.”

She sighed before jumping down into the hole and huddling next to Chuck before he could even react and try to help her.

“Oh-kay then.” He put his arm around her to hold her close and pulled a blanket over the both of them to keep them as warm as possible.

The nurse truly was tired. Any fear she had about sleeping right next to, literally right up against, what was technically an enemy soldier diminished quickly at how warm and welcoming the physical contact was. She had never slept with anyone this way. She almost felt dirty doing it before she reminded herself that they both still had clothes on. She drifted off to sleep fairly quickly. Chuck followed soon after.

They both awoke to some fire a little ways from them some hours later. Chuck instinctually held the nurse closer as she did the same. They looked at each other when the firing had stopped and they noticed what they were doing. With their arms around each other and their faces close, there only seemed to be one logical thing to do.

Chuck looked at her lips briefly before looking into her eyes. Oh, what beautiful eyes, he thought. Even in the dim moonlight.

“C-can I-?”

Before he could even finish his sentence, she interrupted him, “please.”

Chuck certainly did not need to be told twice. They both slowly leaned toward each other. But before their lips could touch, a shell went off quite near them, startling them both apart from each other.

A cry of medic followed suit. The nurse moved, but Chuck grabbed her hand before she could make it out of the foxhole.

“It’s ok. Let one of our guys get it. You don’t have to.”

But after another couple of minutes of agonized cries and no medic in sight, she moved again, and this time Chuck did not stop her, but followed to offer any assistance he could, making sure he had his first aid kit with him. 

[fair warning, terrible depiction of injury and first aid administration; I doubt much of this is accurate, please be nice about it, I’m sensitive]

When they both got to the source of the cries, they found a Private whose left arm had some shrapnel in it. Her small and nimble fingers began removing whatever she could with them before accepting the teasers (wasn’t in a regular soldier’s first aid kit, I know, please just go with it, maybe he just happened to have them) Chuck offered her. She then removed the smaller pieces before handing them back to Chuck.

She looked at him with a confused look on her face.

“Uh...he needs...uh...powder...I don’t know what you’d call it.”

Chuck gave her a sulfa packet, which she then administered to the spot on his arm that the most shrapnel had hit and wouldn’t heal on it’s own. Chuck already had the bandage ready to go, which she quickly took and put over the spot.

“Does he need morphine or a tourniquet?”

“What?” She looked at him, utterly confused and distracted at the moment.

“Drugs or blood flow restriction?”

She shook her head. “No, It’s not that bad. Powder and bandage. It should heal. Rest will heal on its own.”

“Thank you.” The Private said.

“You’re welcome.”

Just then, Ralph Spina appeared.

“Was someone calling for a medic over here a minute ago?”

“I was. I got hit with shrapnel from a shell. But I’m alright now. She fixed me up.”

Ralph looked him over quickly and determined that it was a good job.

“Alright. Doesn’t look like I’m needed here anymore. Good job, ma’am. Thank you for helping.”

“No problem.”

Ralph went back to his hole. The two got the Private settled into his before going back to their own.

They went back to being huddled together.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“He needed medical attention.”

“Ralph would’ve gotten there in time.”

“If he hadn’t? If the wound had been worse? If I had stayed here, we couldn’t have known when someone would come. We couldn’t have known how bad the wound was. Just because the wound wasn't that bad and just because someone got there in time doesn't mean I shouldn’t have done what I did.”

“I guess you’re right. But he was an enemy soldier.”

“So are you. And what were we going to do right before that shell went off? It makes no difference.”

“You really do just want to help people, don’t you?”

“Have any of my actions so far led you to believe otherwise?”

“No. I just can’t imagine one of our guys doing that.”

“You might be surprised. They might. You don’t know.”

“No. I guess I don’t. Let’s try to get some more sleep, eh?”

“Alright.”

They both soon fell back asleep. Only to be awoken by the sun in the morning.

“Morning,” Chuck greeted her as he saw her eyes flutter open, “did you sleep well.”

“Only as well as I could in this hole.”

Chuck chuckled.

“Yeah. I know what you mean. You hungry? Chow should be soon.”

Her stomach grumbled at that, prompting he to say: “very much.”

They set out for the chow line. Chuck immediately felt protective of the nurse as the other men looked at her. He held her close to him. But he was shaken out of this protective haze by Liebgott’s jovial approach.

“Hey! How’d you two love birds make out last night?”

The color drained from Chuck’s face. “What?” He asked, mortified.

“Relax, Chuck. It’s a joke. She do alright last night?”

“She did just fine.”

“Great. Winters is returning them today.”

“What?! Why?”

“It’s a nurse and a low ranker. They don’t know anything about their own army’s plans. They’re useless to us. They don’t know anything about us. They’re useless to their own people and will probably be treated alright. We aren’t gonna kill them. We can’t keep them. We can’t take them anywhere. We’re still under siege. We can only return them.” [No idea if any of this is true, so sorry, just go with it, please]

“Um...ok. When would he like to do that?”

“After chow.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“Something wrong, Chuck?”

“No.”

“Ok,” Joe left to get in line, glancing back at Chuck several times.

“Did you get that? We’re returning you and your guy after chow.”

“Oh. That’s nice.” The nurse had enjoyed her time among the enemy much more than she had been led to believe she would. She almost didn’t want to go back. She was intrigued by this enemy soldier she’d met. And she wanted to spend more time with him. But she knew that she must go back. She must continue helping her fellow countrymen.

They got their food and ate in silence, neither quite knowing what to say to the other. So neither said anything.

Winters and Joe came with the soldier to get the nurse to return the two. Winters had somehow gotten a message to a German officer and they had agreed to a peaceful return of the two. Of course, both sides brought muscle just in case, but nothing happened.

The nurse and the soldier were returned to their own side of the forest. They never forgot each other, though. For that one day they were together, they each learned a lot about some of the people on the other side of this war they were in.

-The End-

#chuck grant x reader #band of brothers x reader