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Birds of Paradise: WW2 Pilot Toji x F!Nurse

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Summary: Its the time when the world as we know it was plunged into conflict fighting for freedoms of countries that were allies. Here on the front lines of the North African desert you are embroiled in the art of battlefield nursing and helping with the most harrowing of jobs. Far away from your Californian coast thrust upon the distant lands you come across a soldier who isn't quiet like you expected. Is it here that you let yourself follow your heart or will the Americana past time keep you two apart.

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WC Chapter 1: 5.1k

TW: Pilot Toji, F! Latina Nurse, subtle tones of racism, Time and place of WW2, War, themes of blood/gore, Helplessness, Mental Health, Violence, Death,

“An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break.”

- Ancient Chinese Proverb

Northern Africa 1941

The sound of the roaring plane sliced through the sky as it twisted and turned, attempting to shake off its tail from the enemy. Suddenly, the cockpit was hit by a piercing ricochet of bullets, triggering the alarms to cry out.

The pilot's voice shouted through the airwaves, "SHIT!! MAYDAY, MAYDAY! FUSHIGURO!?"

In response, command screamed over the airwaves in response.

"I'M GOING DOWN THE DIRTY KRAUTS ARE ON MY RIGHT!"

Desperately, the pilot cranked the steering, spinning and diving to evade the enemy's fire. However, he suddenly realized that a bullet had pierced straight through his shoulder. With a fierce determination, he used the strength of ten men to pull the steering with his uninjured arm, flying straight up before turning around to begin his descent towards the German's plane.

As he steered his plane with one hand, he urgently cried out, "MAYDAY, MAYDAY! I'M IN THE MOROCCAN DESERT FIND ME!! I'M TAKING THIS PLANE OUT!"

The pilot quickly checked his parachute and blew open the cockpit lid as he pulled the release, throwing himself from the plane. Freefalling towards the earth, he watched with satisfaction as his plane smashed into the enemies plane, taking it out. Finally, he pulled the cord to his chute and gently descended to the ground.

As he landed in the Moroccan desert, the pilot could see planes in the distance approaching the endless golden ochre dunes.

*****

As you huddled in the medic tent, bracing against the relentless desert winds, your focus was fixed on the injured soldier lying before you.

“Doc! I need you, NOW!”

You shouted urgently, beckoning the bloodied physician over to help staunch the bleeding.With sweat pouring down your face, you wiped it away with the back of your arm and took a deep breath, determined to save this soldier’s life.

Just as you reached for the dwindling supplies of hemostats, a clatter echoed in the distance. Turning to investigate, you saw one of the new nurses standing frozen, staring at the blood on her hands.

“I c-can’t…What am I…”

She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, you marched over to her and slapped her across the face.

“Not here, not now,” you barked, your voice firm�� and commanding.

“We need you. Get yourself together.”

The nurse looked at you, her curls falling into her eyes as she spoke in a trembling voice, “I can’t do this anymore.”

You grabbed her by the shoulders, holding her steady.

“Yes, you can,” you said firmly. “We’re all scared, but we have a job to do. We can’t give up now.”

“I know you’re scared, I know this is so much…death, but they need you. I need you, okay?”

Her eyes filled with understanding and determination.

“Good, now pick up the tray and put the tools into the boiling pot to sterilize.” She nodded and went about her task, “When you get them in, head over and switch with triage, I need them back here to help with surgery.”

She stopped turning white, “I need the strength.” You simply stated, knowing you were about to help a man lose his leg, “We only have so much morphine, please hurry.” She quickly turned to find the triage nurse.

As you tried to catch your breath and take a moment to collect yourself, you were jolted by the sound of shouting coming from the cot at your right.

“Bangō! Kare wa dokoda, Megumi!...Watashi no musuko wa dokodesu ka!” the man shouted, his deep voice booming with each word.

You couldn’t understand him, but the desperation in his voice was palpable. You quickly made your way over to him hoping to calm him down and figure out what was wrong.

But before you could even utter a word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the ground, holding a small knife to your throat. Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to keep your composure.

From behind the surgery screen, a nurse started screaming, “HEY! GET OFF HER!” But you knew you had to handle this delicately.

“He’s Shell Shocked!” You called out, trying to soothe the man. “Let me talk him down.”

With the knife pressed against your throat, you carefully slid your hand up to place it over his, hoping to calm him and defuse the situation. You could feel the edge of the blade pressing into your skin, but you refused to let fear take over. You had a job to do, and you were determined to see it through.

“You are injured, sir. Let me help you,” you felt the blade prick your flesh.

Inhaling with a hiss, you pleaded, “Sir, please, let me help you.”

You grabbed his wrist and watched as his emerald eyes, swirling with bloodlust and confusion, became clear with the understanding that you were no threat. The blade lifted from your throat, and you cupped his cheek, distracting him enough for the nurse behind him to shove a needle into his arm to put him out.

“That should get him back under so we can move him back to the cot,” the nurse said as another, less injured, soldier helped her move his large frame to let him sleep. Sitting up, you looked at him until a bloodcurdling scream echoed above the other groans and screams from the hoard of patients..

You didn't have time to check on him, nor did you have time to breathe. You were summoned to cut off the leg of a man who wouldn't make it. You grabbed the hand of the other nurse and both of you headed towards the surgery partition, swallowing hard and pushing your own chaotic mind aside to continue with your duties.

*****

Finally, the patient’s screaming stopped, and they passed out from the pain.

“It's always better when they pass out,” you thought to yourself, feeling both relieved and guilty at the same time.

Sitting in the middle of the medic tent, you let out an exhausted sigh, the sounds of moans and whimpers filling the air. The distant sounds of shells and bullets, with roars from planes, made it difficult to think clearly. Your hands, stained with the blood of your patients, rested upon the soiled uniform you wore.

The limits of devastation had been reached for the day, and you shut off your emotions, running only on instinct.

“Hey, why don’t you head to quarters, I’ll take first rounds,” your comrade suggested, touching your shoulder to bring you back to reality. “Yeah, thanks, I need…”

You struggled to find the words, feeling drained and overwhelmed. You stumbled out of the medic tent and walked until you were far enough to scream, letting the winds of the desert carry your heartbreak away.

You didn’t know when you had gotten to your quarters or when you made it to the showers. The water turned cold, but you could care less, watching the blood from the day wash down the drain. Your thick waves curtained your face, and your eyes brimmed with hot tears from the utter annihilation of war.

Weeping silently, you let the horrors rack your body so you could stifle it for another day. The guilt, the pain, and the sorrow all ate away at you, but you knew you had to keep going.

Wearing a clean linen dress with a handwoven pattern from your abuela adorning the edges, you left your wavy tresses down to dry as the jade pendant from your parents hung on a leather strap around your neck. Despite bone exhaustion calling you to bed, you couldn't resist one final check on your comrade at the medic tent.

You grabbed a few charts, checked the notes, fixed a few dressings, and placed new cool compresses atop a soldier's forehead.

“You never take a break, do you?” Your comrade teased as you bent over to clean up a bedpan.

“Hey, I’m serious, go to bed. We’ll see you once you get some rest.” With a roll of your eyes and a lopsided grin, you handed the bedpan over and replied, “Fine, alright, alright, I’m going. Let me just check on our shell-shocked soldier, okay?” Your comrade sighed, nodding towards the cot at the end of the row, “Then off to bed, that’s an order.”

You winked at them and headed towards the soldier. Picking up his chart, you read the notes while fiddling with your pendant.

Suddenly, the soldier began to stir and called out the name “Megumi” in a pained voice, his face contorting with fear. You sat down next to him, placing a cool compress on his forehead while watching him with deep concern as his face contorted with fear; or was it something else like sorrow.

As you placed the cool cloth on his forehead, you finally took a moment to really look at the soldier from earlier. He had a strong jawline and a sleek nose, with thick raven lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones. His dark olive skin and faded scar above his lips caught your attention, and you noticed his midnight hair could use a trim. He was breathtaking.

As you looked at the soldier, he reminded you of a forbidden love from childhood. You were transported back to the moment when your father caught you kissing Mr. Itadori’s son Jin.

Your father had yelled, "¡¿QUE ESTAS HACIENDO!? You aren't allowed to do that! What if you got in trouble from La Senora?! What is your mother going to say?"

But now, as you thought back on that memory, a small smile spread across your face. It was a funny memory, one that you hadn't thought about in years. The soldier's features brought back memories of Jin, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

Your hand moved on its own, and you found yourself tracing the scar on the soldier’s lips. You admired his cupid’s bow, but a soft breeze rustling his gear at the top of the cot diverted your attention.

When the soldier’s lips frowned and whispered “Megumi,” you stilled, hoping not to disturb him. You carefully slipped out a stack of letters from his pack and found a picture of a small boy and a breathtaking woman in a kimono on top of the worn letters stained with blood.

Your fingers traced the small smile of the baby being held by its mother. You smiled, hoping they knew their husband and father lay safe for the time being. Upon studying the photo’s details, you saw clear, stylistic handwritten letters that read “Megumi” with strange symbols next to it on the back. Your heart lifted for just a moment, seeing the corners of the photo so worn with the fading smiles.

As you looked back at the soldier, you found his verdant eyes staring back into your own October eyes.

“Nanishiteruno?”

As his large, calloused hand gripped your wrist, you felt his fingers entirely encapsulate it with strong digits that bore worn ink upon his knuckles that read “M-E-G-S”.

You looked back at him with pleading eyes, “I-I’m sorry. I was looking for a way to help you.”

His eyes swirled, glowing against the pale lights of the lanterns as he registered your accented English.

“Didn’t anyone teach you not to touch things that aren’t yours?” Inhaling a quick breath, his thick baritone voice washed over you, causing your flesh to become raised, striking a deep chord within you.

“Y-yes, I’m sorry señor, you kept calling out a name…I just wanted to ease your mind.”

As he took in your thick midnight waves, tucked behind your ear, the way the low light played off your rich caramel skin made his breath hitch. He was mesmerized by your raven eyelashes, drawing his gaze towards your endless chocolate irises.

He saw kindness and deep sadness mixing together, drawing him in like a siren’s song. The way your natural rouge dusted your cheeks and matched your full pouting lips made his body begin to hum.

He watched as your hand reached up and grasped the jade pendant hanging from your neck, and his eyes widened seeing the small nick upon your throat still red.

Without thinking, he reached out and touched you as you backed up slightly, “Did I do that?” His voice was raw, filled with regret and sorrow, and he dropped his hand back down before he sat up and hissed in pain.

You quickly reached forward to help him sit up and steadied him, causing the flutter of his letters and photo to drop to the floor below. He looked down and saw the worn memory staring back at him.

“Did you read anything good?” You clicked your tongue with concern as he hunched over, and his groan of pain became louder.

“No, I didn’t even open them, besides I only saw the picture. You have a beautiful family.” As you looked at the man, you saw a small, quiet smile flash across his features before he cursed under his breath, wincing.

“Eso es, es suficiente, you need to let me look at your wound and clean it up.”

Toji snaps a look at you, "I'm fine."

You roll your eyes and, with a thicker Spanish accent, say, "You pinche men, I will not talk back. Now, open your shirt, and let's get you cleaned up. I am a nurse, after all."

Toji smirks and chuckles at you, delighted that you are strong and know how to make your point known.

"Fine, you win," as he feels your hand placed gently on his broad back, helping him sit farther on the edge of the cot. When you let go, he can still feel the warmth of your hand on his back.

As you stand and pull your long tresses to the side, deftly braiding them to keep them out of your face, Toji can't help but feel a flutter in the pit of his stomach. You're unlike any woman he's ever seen before.

He studies the line of your nose, the curve of your cheekbones, and the furrow in your brow that speaks to your concern. But what really captures his attention is the texture of your skin, which glimmers in the light of the tent like magic. It's like the finest silk, with a deep bronze tone that sets you apart from everyone else in the room.

Toji can't help but admire you, drinking in the sight of your exotic features and the way you move with a natural grace. He knows he shouldn't stare, but he can't help it. There's just something about you that draws him in, something he can't quite put his finger on.

For a moment, it makes him miss the love he lost so long ago, and he frowns before he feels your fingers undo the buttons to his filthy uniform. You feel your face begin to heat up from the blush that flashed upon your cheeks before you quickly shake it off.

Finally opening his uniform, you see the cuts and bruises caked in dried sand and blood, and your eyes fill with sadness at the bullet hole. You click your tongue, upset that he had to wait this long before getting cleaned up. Internally toiling like you had let him suffer, you start mumbling in Spanish, admonishing yourself for not helping sooner. Toji sees the flare of anger in your eyes before they are overcome with compassion. In so many years, he has never been compelled toward another woman, yet here you are, pulling him into your kindness.

Assessing the bruises and wounds, turning to the empty tub by bedside, "I'm going to grab some antiseptic and more bandages. We need to clean these wounds, and you need stitches on your left shoulder. You've been shot clean through, and you're lucky that's all on the outside. You might have a small fever later." Toji moves, and he gasps from the shooting pain that runs from his injured shoulder to his ribs.

Hearing his gasp of pain you catch him hugging his right set of ribs, "I think those are broken. We're going to need to wrap those too." You sigh in annoyance of your oversight of his care.

Smiling, Toji watches the way you turn and head towards the supplies. He can’t help but chuckle as he sees you muttering under your breath at yourself.

The sway of your hips makes your dress swish with your movements, showing your muscular calves down to your dainty feet in a pair of the most colorful sandals he's ever seen. More and more, he wants to touch you and get to know you.

Toji runs his fingers through his hair and scrubs down his face, saying to himself, "Get yourself together... She's helping you."

When you returned to Toji with fresh supplies, your eyes were drawn to the sight of him standing up from where he had been seated. You hadn't quite realized just how tall he was until this moment; he towered over you with ease, his muscular arm moving to his side to steady himself as he slipped off his destroyed uniform.

As he shed the damaged garment, you caught sight of something that made your heart skip a beat: a colorful display of ink that covered his skin in intricate patterns. The design ran across his broad shoulders and down the expanse of his back, disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

You couldn't help but stare in wonder at the sight, your eyes tracing the curves and lines of the tattoo with fascination. It was clear that this was no ordinary design; it spoke of a rich cultural heritage and a dedication to tradition that you found deeply compelling.

For a moment, you forgot about the task at hand, lost in the beauty of the ink and the man who wore it. It was only when he caught you staring that you snapped back to reality, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Toji smirked at you, clearly amused by your reaction. "Are there more scratches, nurse?" he asked, his tone teasing.

You shook your head, trying to push aside the distracting thoughts about Toji's ink. "I've seen worse, siéntate por favor," you said, motioning for him to sit down so you could tend to his injuries.

As you moved closer to him, he couldn't resist making a comment. "I can see you enjoying this. Are you a sadist?" he joked, though his laughter quickly turned to a grimace of pain.

You smiled slightly at his discomfort, grateful for the distraction from your own racing thoughts. "Not a sadist, just doing my job," you replied, setting down the tray of supplies and stepping between his long legs.

You tapped his thigh, urging him to open his legs a little wider so you could more easily access his upper body. As you reached for a clean apron to tie around your waist, you felt his gaze on you, and you couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

Trying to remain professional, you focused on your work, doing your best to ignore the way his eyes lingered on your silhouette.

It wasn't until later, when you were alone with your thoughts, that you allowed yourself to wonder what he might have been thinking, and whether his interest in you went beyond a mere physical attraction.

Toji's gaze followed your every movement as you tended to his wounds with expert care. He couldn't help but feel drawn to you, admiring the way you handled the task with such precision and gentleness. As your scarred hands reached into the hot water for a clean cloth, he couldn't help but wonder what had caused those marks. He found himself mesmerized by the flecks of gold in your eyes, as if he was looking into the depths of the sun itself.

He winced at the pain of your first touch, but soon relaxed as you washed away the filth from his face. The sound of your humming filled the tent, calming his nerves and making him feel strangely at ease. He couldn't help but wonder what else you were capable of, and what it would be like to have you as his own personal medic.

As you began to work your way down his torso, he felt his body temperature rise, but it wasn't from a fever. He couldn't resist the urge to grab onto your hips, using them to steady himself as you tended to his wounds. He knew it was inappropriate, but he couldn't help himself. He felt a surge of desire course through him, making him ache for you in ways he had never experienced before.

When you hesitated at his touch, he felt a pang of disappointment. He didn't want to scare you away, but he couldn't deny the feelings that were stirring within him. He quickly apologized and promised to behave, but he knew that the desire he felt for you would never go away.

You were close enough you could see the striations of the veins under his beautiful skin as you washed what you could away. You could feel his heart begin to race as you got closer to him as you bent down to look at the opening of the bullet wound.

“I’m sorry for what you are about to feel. We’re low on pain medication, I’m so sorry.” You turned and reached for the alcohol before you looked back to see his hesitant eyes.

“Remember, don’t move your hands, okay breathe.”

His eyes widened and his fingers began to bruise you as he screamed profanities in Japanese, feeling the alcohol clean the area before you wiped away any debris out of the wound.

Grabbing a syringe of water flushing out the wound, feeling his digits splay out farther in your hips and grab onto you tighter. You had to stop yourself from moving your legs close together and felt the waves from your haphazard braid fall into your eyes.

Taking a deep breath you waited for him to release you. When he relaxed his hands dropped to his knees as you stood and reached for the thread and needle for the stitches that had been bathing in iodine.

You gave him one more look, “Again, I’m so sorry but we’re low on pain killers and I can’t get any until our next supply run. I’m so sorry, I’ll try and be quick.”

Before he could register why you were apologizing he felt the first puncture of the needle and pull of thread as you knotted the thread and moved on to the next one. He started his cursing under his breath again at each puncture of the needle and the knotting of the stitch. He could feel his skin pulling taught and knew you had a steady hand while knotting the fine thread. Toji didn’t know how long you had been there working on the opening when you had clipped the final stitch and turned to your cotton ball to swap some alcohol and ointment upon the closed wound. Toji could feel his body become heavy from the stress and could feel the deep aches and pains from his minor injuries begin to rack his body.

Eyeing his stitches you grabbed fresh bandages and set to placing them on the wound. Your fingertips skimmed the goosebumps that raised across his chest as you looked up and blew the stray curl from your eyes and smiled trying to lessen your own awkwardness. You thought the blush upon his cheeks was handsome and couldn’t help but quickly look away; you knew that he would tease you if he caught you staring. Clearing your mind to begin wrapping his chest, you noticed him slightly shaking, “Shit! He’s going into shock.”

“Hey, troublemaker, you can’t pass out on me now. I need to wrap your chest then you can lay down, okay? If you need to hold onto something you can hold onto me while I finish.” Quickly Toji reached out and once again held onto your hips, fingertips gripping tightly, you felt the butterflies in your stomach explode into your chest. Brushing off the butterflies so you could begin wrapping his chest, you couldn’t help but see the perspiration on his skin. “Chingados, He’s getting a fever.” You made quick work of wrapping up his ribs and pinning the last of the bandage. His head fell forward resting against your shoulder, you knew he had passed out, looking around you called your comrade to come and help lay him down.

Your fellow nurse helped you settle him and you sat finishing up the cleaning process and tucked him in. Moving to your chair you place the compress on his brow and sit watching the way he breathes and the sheen of sweat that was appearing on his brow. The doctor finally came over to check your work and also gave the order for an emergency shot of antibiotics for his fever. When you felt the exhaustion from the many hours of being awake and didn’t want to leave his side, he began to cry in his sleep whispering “Megumi”. Reaching out you took his hand and wiped his brow. It wasn’t long before you rested your head upon your arms on the cot, “Just need a quick nap.”

*****

Toji remembered the way you smelled like jasmine, honeysuckle, and firewood before he succumbed to slumber and a fever. He kept watching the mistakes he made as a father and the death of his wife replay behind his eyelids. He would come in and out of consciousness, but a small delicate hand was always there to wipe his brow and calm him down. He heard the smoothing lullaby of an ancient language fill his thoughts, slowly replacing the nightmares with loving memories of smiles and laughter. Toji felt safe for the first time in a long time as he finally awoke to the clearing image of the medic tent and the sounds of moans and cries on a hot day.

His mouth was parched, it felt like he had licked the dunes themselves, his lower body felt heavy. Groaning he sat up slowly, head slightly swimming, before he looked down to his lap to find you sleeping. He smiled watching the way the escaped waves from your braid blew out of your face when you breathed, the way your lips parted with a soft moan, and the vice grip on a wet cloth in one hand while your other hand laid upon his thigh. He wasn’t sure what the feeling was in his chest, but he did know that he couldn’t control himself from reaching out to brush your hair behind your ear. “Funny you look like Yosei.” Another nurse came by making Toji snap his hand back.

“Oh, sir, I’m so sorry she refused to leave. You had a tough couple of nights there. She wanted to make sure that you weren’t alone; since you are like her in a way ya know.” Toji looked at the blond nurse with a slight sunburn on her nose and cheeks, “What do you mean, like her?”

He watched the nurse blush, “You know…different.” Toji could feel something like rage begin to boil and was about to make that blonde nurse cry when he felt you stir awake. “Mamá!” His eyes widened and he felt your panic as you shot up in your seat and looked around, he knew that look he knew he gave it too, he watched your glazed eyes finally snap to reality.

You sat and realized you had woken from a nightmare when you saw the look of shock on your comrades face and his eyes full of concern. You cleared your throat and fixed your hair, “I, umm, sorry about that. H-How are you feeling, I better get you some water.” He watched you stand, noticing you hadn’t changed your dress in a few days, and smiled as you pulled on your earlobe while you were nervous.

When you turned towards him with a fresh cup of water the blonde nurse decided to clear her throat, “You should really go get some rest in your barracks.” You nodded and smiled at her saying thank you.

Watching her lift her brow at you and satisfied with your answer she continued on her rounds. Muttering under your breath a string of curses you turned back to the soldier, “Okay, I better get going, also I need a name for your chart sir. You’ve been out long enough and I know you speak english now.” Toji finished his water and held the cup in his hands meeting your eyes, noticing they were the color of gold, “Your eyes change colors.”

Blushing at his observation, you cleared your throat, “Y-yes, but that’s for another time. Name flyboy.” You couldn’t contain the bright megawatt smile when you heard him laugh for the first time. It sounded like magic dripping from his tongue catching you in an undertow of wonder, “2nd lieutenant, Toji Fushiguro, Pilot; ma’am. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Toji bowed his head in respect, a habit from his culture, you blushed while feeling the goofy smile you had stayed upon your features.

“Umm, lo siento señor, d-do I bow back?” Toji began to chuckle, moving to brace his ribs, “O-Only if you want to.” He groaned with a small amount of pain before he felt your small hands on his, checking his bandaging, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I should leave you alone.”

He relaxed as you stood smiling, your thick waves in the messy braid hung off your shoulders as you bowed, “Encantado.” Toji liked the way your Spanish rolled off your tongue.

Standing you grabbed his chart, “Well, I better go, we’ll be in to check on you periodically and the Doc will want to do a more thorough examination to determine how long you’re with us before you ship back out to your regiment.”

He watched you turn and head back to the nurses station, smiling as he watched you tripped over the colorful sandals upon your small feet. He had never been more intrigued by you and also felt like something was missing when you left.

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