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Set in 1944, Battle of the Bulge (also known as the Ardennes Offensive or Unternehmen Wacht am Rhein). This is a very dark, historical piece so please be wary before you read. This will be 1/2 since it is taking me so long. Thank you all for your patience ā¤ļø
Edit: I am so sorry to most readers, but the reader would be white/ white passing due to the time period. Please request a black reader in my request box or my DMs for another time period post. I had not meant to be exclusive rather than inclusive with this piece. Thank you @lionesses-are-cool and @flutterdraw-ackerman for pointing this out. Please send me a request in my request box or a dm. Iāll make you both a proper time period piece.
Yandere 1940s Imagines: Oh My Little Soldier Boy
Yandere WW2 Soldiers x Nurse Reader
TW: character death (unnamed), horror, death (detailed in intro), horrors of war, tragedy, feeling of hopelessness, yandere behavior, unhealthy relationship dynamics that should not be romanticized, depressing material, war, forbidden romance due to interracial relations of this time, mentions of racism (due to time period and Jim Crow Laws), and HISTORICALLY ACCURATE (without use of slurs)
Reader is white/ white passing in this piece
Intro:
No matter how many times you washed your white sleeves, they were permanently stained with blood. The air reeked of dust and decay despite how you had thought a hospital would be. Yet you had been shocked of the true conditions of a field hospital with low staff and round-the-clock patients who were near their deathbed. The constant torrent of smoke from artillery fire was your loyal companion outside the cries and groans of the injured men that entered the tents. Each arrived in an endless wave of death and grief.
You had come to aide the front lines after you saw all the posters for you back home, but you failed to understand what exactly the job entailed. And now you had front row seats to the horrors of war.
You did your best not to sob as your hands clasped the only remaining hand of a young man who was no older than eighteen. Most of his limbs were blown off by an artillery shell and he had already lost far too much blood before he had even arrived onto the cot in your tent. His youthful face was a mess of blood, snot, and tears as he cried himself hoarse with what remained of his strength. His hand desperately gripped yours for whatever comfort you could offer him in a tight yet weak squeeze.
āMom! Mom⦠please, I want to go home!ā His sobs twisted at your chest, his blue eyes wild and glazed from the adrenaline that barely kept him alive. His voice trembled in pure fear, āI donāt want to die, mom. Iām so scared⦠I donāt want to die.ā
You pressed your forehead to his in an attempt to calm him. You couldnāt find it in yourself to promise him heād make it because he wasnāt going to. Youāve been through this rodeo far too many times before to know how this would play out. Yet that didnāt make your job any easier. You quietly shushed him as you guided him to leave like a mockery of an angel. An angel of death that did their best to comfort the men you did not have the power to save no matter how much you wanted to.
His words of terror repeated over and over like a mantra until the sound of his voice slowly drifted into a whisper and he finally went still. You did your best not to break down at his forever still face. Then you used your palm to close his dull blue eyes into a permanent expression of sleep. You didnāt even know this young manās name. You never knew their names since the cots were filled as soon as they were empty again. A lot of the patients you had werenāt even old enough to drink, let alone vote. But they were old enough to die.
No one spoke of how this was the most difficult part of your job. No one talked about how horrible it was to witness the death of men who were barely adults yet fought in a war for the cowardly leaders of their countries. The death toll only increased as the war went on and you felt the inescapable feeling of hopelessness choke you. Could you truly make a difference here or have you wasted your time since you decided to come to Europe rather than get married like a normal girl your age?
Yet your patients never let you stew in your sorrow. No. Theyād never let their precious nurse fall into darkness aloneā¦
Sergeant Hank Carter (Texas, Rancher)
āYa did the best ya could, darlin.ā Donāt let it get ya down. Come here, my arms are nice and warm.ā Hankās southern drawl called out to you from his cot in the corner. His tan hands outstretched for you. āYa can lay yerself on my chest, donāt be shy now.ā
Hank was the staff sergeant of the extreme combat division. A reliable and honest man of a tall build with broad shoulders, chestnut brown hair, and warm, honeyed eyes. He was filled with southern charm and a voice that commanded attention, but he was always gentle with you. Especially since you had patched him up so many times over the last two years. And he was still in tact minus his constant run ins with trench foot. He was lucky you always saved his toes from falling off.
āYaāve had yer hands on me so many times, I swear yer my wife, darlinā. Not that Iām complaininā one bit.ā Heād always teased. āMaybe after all this, Iāll make ya my wife.ā
Hank was a very traditional man who wanted a simple life with you despite your gentle rejections since he was merely just another patient in your eyes no matter how handsome he was.
Hank was rather protective of you when it came to the other patients since he saw the way they looked at you. Youād often hear him reprimanding not only his squad, but the others around him.
āNow yāall know she aināt a piece of meat, so donāt treat her like one. Iām lookin at ya, private.ā
Unlike most of your patients, Hank would willingly die for you without hesitation. Heād always rush to shield you from artillery or gun fire with his own body when the stakes were high in the field hospital. He didnāt think heād be able to live with himself if you didnāt survive. You were the light in his dark world⦠the light at the end of the tunnel. A reason to keep fighting in a war that seemed endless.
You often had his warm, strong hands on you whenever you treated his bullet wounds, his honey colored eyes filled with absolute reverence.
āAfter this āere is over, marry me. Iāll make ya the happiest woman in the world, I swear.ā Hank softly told you. āI have a ranch house in Texas that has plenty of space for ya and some kids. Iāll be so good to ya.ā
Good luck trying to get him to leave you be, because heās rather determined to live that idyllic life with you no matter how many Nazis he had to kill. No matter what unspeakable horrors he had to see just to see your face and to feel your gentle touch in him. Hank would do anything to be yours⦠anything.
Captain Richard Rose (California, Actor)
Richard had been a rather handsome man before he found himself in your care, but the blast from an artillery shell stole his entire life away. Heād no longer be able to be a handsome actor in Hollywood since the right side of his face was now permanently in a scowl. He was a monster. A man with a broken face. The fallen captain of his platoon that had charged into no manās land without a plan.
Richard would often try to hide his face from you whenever you came to treat him. His blue eyes filled with shame. How could you bear to look at him? The last nurse, one of the newer ones, had fainted at the sight of him. He must be hideous now.
āDonāt look⦠donāt look.ā Heād mutter in a tone you could only describe as utterly defeated. āIām hideous.ā
Yet youād always reassure him and gently treat his horrific disfigurement. Your soft hands reminded him of kisses of sunshine. Richard was grateful to you. And the more time he spent with you, he fell for you. You were the only one to still treat him like a human being. The only one who didnāt flinch at his face or shy from looking him in his only remaining eye. In his mind, you were his salvation.
As Richard grew more comfortable, heād rehearse a few lines he used to say in his best works. He was so happy youād smile and listen to each one. It made him feel more human after he had suffered such a horrible loss of his livelihood. Yet you proceeded to go out of your way to give him hope in his darkest hour and Richard was forever grateful to you.
āThereās a place in Pennsylvania. Itās called Valley Forge General Hospital. I think it is in Phoenixville.ā You softly told him as he hung on your every word. You swore Richard looked at you like you hung the moon. āThey might be able to repair you, Dick.ā
He held your hands as he did his best to kiss them with what was left of his lips. You could feel his visible teeth touching the skin of your knuckles through the gauze you had just wrapped around his head. If you recommended it, heād go there. Heād fix his face and then heād return to Hollywood. Maybe he wouldnāt get lead parts anymore, but he could play a villain! Anything to make enough to support you⦠youād say yes if he proposed, right? You were always so sweet to him⦠heād treat you well!
Richard was also deeply insecure because a lot of the other soldiers also gave you attention. Better looking soldiers. Able bodied ones. Look at him and only him! Richard made more money than all of those scrubs could ever dream of! So choose him! Please.
Private Terrence Jones (Georgia, Dock Worker)
āMaāam, you donāt have to do so much for me. Iām fine, I swear.ā Terrence always tried to brush off his injuries. He was determined to prove he was just as capable as a white man in this time of war. Although he didnāt enjoy your care. It was nice not to be treated like he was lesser than everyone else for once.
Terrence was a handsome African American man from Brunswick, Georgia. He was tall and stocky, as well as an extremely respectful gentleman. More so than any of your other patients.
Terrence wasnāt treated the best at the field hospital due to his ethnicity, so he was shocked youād actually help him. There were too many injured to all fit into the segregated area so he was overflow into the regular field hospital⦠so he was often neglected by the white medical staff. So much so that he nearly had his foot amputated from untreated trench foot. Yet you reassured him that he was just as worthy of treatment as the others. He was also a soldier and a patient under your care so you would do your best to make sure he had the same chance of surviving. Plus, there were very few black nurses staffed to properly treat all the injured black soldiers in the field hospital. It was ridiculous how segregation and Jim Crow laws were still present in this time of dire circumstances.
Terrance would always shy away from touch, no matter how much he sought it out. He didnāt want to cause any problems. Nor did he want you to face any discrimination from treating him. Gods he couldnāt bear for you to be called any names that would be along the lines of heinous ones he was designated. Terrence couldnāt bear for you to be treated horribly just for doing your job. He would not forgive himself if you were harmed in any way, even if it was merely verbal abuse. You were one of the few people here that were kind to him. You had saved him from being a cripple, Terrence felt an obligation to protect you in anyway he could.
āI donāt need much. Honest, I swear.ā Heād mutter while you bandaged his foot. He was glad his blush wasnāt visible due to how dark his skin was. Heād be so embarrassed if you knew how he truly felt. Of how he loved you despite the societal pressures. āI donāt want to cause you trouble, maāam.ā
āTerrence, I canāt let your feet rot off. You said you were a dock worker and I donāt think theyāll let you work without them.ā You sighed while you rewrapped his feet. āSo just let me treat you.ā
Terrence protects you from any soldiers or nurses who try to make comments about how you treat him and other soldiers of color. Even if it would make him have a harder time in the hospital or out in the field, he still would stand up for you. Terrence would defend your honor!
āYou donāt know anything about her! Sheās a good nurse and I wonāt let you run your mouth about her. Donāt you dare call her that.ā
Terrence would sometimes share little tidbits about himself. Like his love of southern jazz music and how he worked at J.A. Jones Construction Company shipyard. He even told you about how he helped construct some of the Liberty ships.
Unlike the others, Terrence knew youād never be able to have a good life with him no matter how much he wanted to be with you. He would never subject you to ridicule and disrespect for your entire life if you chose him, no matter how much it hurt his heart. Terrenceās love was selfless. He may never be able to have you, but Terrence would do anything for your happiness.
Scout Carmelo Marino (New York, Butcher)
āCiao, Bella! Did ya come to patch me up? Ya sure know how to make a man weak in whatās left of his knees.ā Carmelo was the biggest flirt of all your patients. Heās also the loudest, not just because heās an Italian American from New York City, but because he is Carmelo Marino.
Carmelo was a field artillery scout so he had the in raid of dangerous job to gather intel and to check terrain for artillery planning. But the young man bit off more than he could chew.
Carmelo had his left leg amputated after he bravely scouted ahead of his squadās tank for landmines, only to step on a German S-mine or āBouncing Betty.ā He was extremely lucky to only have lost a leg and had some shrapnel lodged into him, but other than that the experience didnāt deter this strong willed flirt.
āIām glad I lived so I can see your beautiful face here, Bella.ā Carmelo winked. āAre ya rationed, sweetheart? Iād like to make a pass at ya if youāre not going steady. Iāll take ya back to New York and show ya my familyās butcher shop on Mulberry street. We got the best meat in Manhattan. Even make our own prosciutto.ā
Carmelo sometimes would feign more pain than he actually had just to steal you away from the others. He couldnāt bear to have your heart swayed by another man.
āYouāre breakingā my heart, Bella! Iām in agony over here.ā Carmelo held his chest as he put on a show for you. He knew his peers were rolling their eyes at him. āI think a little kiss on the cheek would make it better.ā
Carmelo loves to brag so he can make himself more appealing to you, but deep down itās because heās terrified youāll pick one of the other men here. He was only a butcher after all. He didnāt make a lot of money, but he was definitely the only one who always got you to smile. Even though he didnāt know how heād continue living with only one leg, nor was he sure if heād ever have the life he once had, Carmelo was determined to not make you worry about him.
āIāll show ya around downtown Manhattan if ya fly back with me. Iāll show ya all the stops. Just picture it. You. Me. And the swanky stork club.ā He winked. āI might fall on my arse, but I used to be a good dancer. Since I donāt have a left foot anymore, I wonāt have two left feet.ā
Carmelo made it his mission to make you smile and laugh no matter how much his peers rolled their eyes at him, because Carmelo loved you.
Heād often crack jokes or make faces just to see that pretty smile. If he was sent home after this, he will be sending you a fat stack of letters until you reply. Carmelo was determined to make you his!
He may be the son of immigrants from Italy who own a mom and pop butcher shop, but Carmelo was willing to give you the world. All you had to do was say yes and heād whisk you away⦠whatever you wanted, heād do everything in his power to get it for you.
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I really dislike the fact that so many people just dont consider chinese contributions to ww2 and treat ww2 as just fighting nazis. Even when they do acknowledge japans involvement its still on a way that completely cuts out who the majority of fighting with japan was done.