#dunkirk (2017)

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"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields and in the streets. We shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender."

Dunkirk (2017) dir. Christopher Nolan

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

PLEASE YOUR HUSBAND

KINKTOBER DAY 29 - FACIAL WITH SHIVERING SOLIDER

Pairing.| Shivering Solider x fem!reader

Summary.| Your husband returns home distant, distraught and troubled. He questions your loyalty to him.

Warnings.| Dubcon, shellshock, head m!receiving, fingering, groping, humping, accusing.

Word count.| 2k

What was meant to feel like a blessing, being reunited with your husband, your family back at whole again, celebrating the succession of the war, had instead felt like cautiously walking through a landmine field. 

As the train arrived and the carriages emptied of soulless men in uniform, the perturbation left your mind as you recognised your husband at the docks, only to boomerang back to you. Most of the men had this same expression locked on, broken. Your dearest husband was included. Your feelings and emotions were quickly followed by neglect as your husband acknowledged his brother, Noah first. He primarily stared at you as if you were an unwanted stranger. When he mumbled your name, the tears flooding your eyelids split out down your cheeks. You cried out his name and latched onto him, his frame was stiff as you felt his chest rise and fall with shallow breathing. 

Your husband looked down to your toddler Harry who was holding onto your calf, almost completely hidden behind you. The little bubba he cradled was gone. Harry shared his eyes and your hair. Your husband knelt down to Harry and breathed slowly as he rubbed his cheek, his eyes twitched as he looked back up to his younger brother. 

The journey home was silent, your husband’s eyes wandering across the town he called home, yet none of it felt familiar anymore. Noah spoke to ease the awkwardness, however your husband would only give muttered blunt responses. 

Noah was a farmer, he was exempted from being drafted. But still suffered the consequences of the war. It was unknown if your husband was envious of him, being blinded to the scenes on the fields he walked which tormented his mind. 

As your husband got out of the car, staring blankly at your cottage, Noah looked back at you. 

“If you need anything, just call, yeah?” He asked, a hopeful smile on his lips. Your tears glistered your eyes as you quickly nodded. “Just give him a bit of time to adjust” Noah sighed. Noah’s arm reached back onto your shoulder and his look was filled with guilt and pity. When you looked out to your husband, he was staring at you two with a stern expression. 

That night, you cooked him dinner but he sat on the porch the whole night as he kept a cigarette in between his lips constantly. You sat anxiously in the lounge room, watching him through the window until you drifted off into an uneasy slumber. 

Noah’s words were empty of hope as the days rolled over into weeks. Harry was having a tantrum and you were failing to calm him down. Your lips trembled as you bounced him on your arm as you walked around in circles in his room. Your husband was asleep for once and this was the last thing that you needed. The way your heart was sucked in between your throat was stressful as you heard your husband’s heavy footsteps emerging. 

Your husband called out your name as you heard him creak on the floorboards. You whimpered out, begging your child to shush. “Can’t you fucking do anything!” Your husband bellowed, appearing in the doorway. 

His features were beet red, eyes strained as his hands formed into balls. Immediately, you spat out your sincere, raw apologies as you desperately tried to calm Harry. Your husband grunted out and closed in on you. 

“Give me him” he demanded with a huff. 

“It’s okay sweetheart I just-”

“Give him to me!” He roared, almost snatching his Harry off of you. As you stood there in shock, you watched your husband wrap his arms around your son and coo by his ear. His dark eyes snapped onto your tearing eyes. “Leave and go make yourself useful elsewhere” he ordered, spinning his heel away from you. 

Doing as you were told, you hurried out of the room and hid your eyes behind your sleeves. You tried to distract your storming thoughts by doing chores around the house, but Harry’s cries were stabbing at you. Eventually, your child’s tantrum mellowed out and the silence was just as agonzing. 

His footsteps overwrought your shivering body as he approached you. “Men are meant to return home to their obedient wives” your husband stated harshly as he leant against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“I am obedient” you sniffled. 

“You can’t even get a child to sleep, what type of mother does that make you?” He exasperated as he drew closer to you. 

“I can!” You argued defensively, your tone stricken by pain. 

“Quiet” he shushed as he pressed his fingers to your wobbling lips. 

His blue eyes lingered over your bare neck, the visible clearing of his throat made yours tighten. The same fingers on your lips gradually maneuvered down your neck, living a trail of goosebumps as his front began to merge with yours. Suddenly, he gripped onto your hidden breasts harshly and groaned out at the sensation. 

You gasped and pushed his hands away in an overhasty manner. He scoffed at you as he eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. In guilt of your initial reaction, your face cringed and shoulder curled in as he suddenly towered over you. 

“What? A husband can’t touch his wife?” he sarcastically questioned, his tone filled with spite. 

“No! It’s just…” you trailed off, his deadly stare caused your throat to go dry, mind blanking out of a reasonable response. 

“I see” he spat before storming out of the kitchen. 

Three days later, you drove Harry to stay with Noah and his wife, Penelope. Your husband had woken up in the middle of the night screaming and you struggled to calm him, too afraid to touch him. But when you did try to snap him out of it, he hit you and held your throat down onto the mattress. You pleaded for your life as his black as night eyes twitched. Right when you believed you would see the light, he let go and flew off of you. 

Harry stood in the doorway, crying as heavily as he physically could. You took a deep breath and went to comfort your child, your husband frozen against the wall as you hurried out of the bedroom. When Harry fell into a deep sleep, you found your husband back on the porch, a cigarette in between his lips as he sat in only his underwear. You urged him to come inside as he would freeze himself to death, but he ignored your presence. So you did all you could do, you pulled out your thickest blanket and hesitantly placed it over him. 

Later on when you had returned home from Noah’s, you firmly washed the dishes, sniffing as your tears rolled down your cheeks. You felt him lingering behind you, sensing his eyes watching you. There were slow creaks behind you and you shuddered as you felt his breath against the back of your neck. His arms wrapped firmly around your waist as he pressed your back to his chest. It was calming, the touch that you longed for so desperately. He kissed your neck and you found your head leaning back against him. 

“Tell me” he murmured as he kissed your neck again. You hummed submissively and closed your tired eyes. “How many men have you fucked?” he huffed, tightening his grip on your waist. 

Your body went stiff underneath him and you were lost for words. As you attempted to turn around to face him, he held you in place. The longer you struggled to form a response, the more you were filling his beliefs.  

“What, no, no I-” you stuttered as you felt your heart pound in your chest. 

“I know you did sweetheart” he countered, nibbling on the skin on your neck. You whimpered against him as your body trembled. 

“Darling no-” you shook your head, tears shedding from your stinging eyes. 

“Shush, obedient doting wives would jump on their husbands’ cock at first chance. I’ve been waiting to see you on your knees, but you’re avoiding me like a disease” he retorted, his hands now groping onto your tits. 

The tent in his pants was pressed against your ass as his hips slowly began to hump against you. The depths of his breathing was like he was a beast as he painfully massaged your breasts. His moans were rough, hands almost shaking from the lack of sexual desire his body had. 

“I didn’t want to disturb you… You’ve hardly spoken to me” you sniveled. 

“Was my service now an inconvenience for you?” he hissed, licking up to your jawline.  

“No! I didn’t mean it that way!” you shrieked. 

“Quiet” he ordered harshly and you obeyed. His hands scrunched up your dress, quickly roaming on your thighs. You grumbled out, your thighs naturally squeezing together as his fingertips teased your skin. “Do you know what I’ve sacrificed? To protect you? To protect Harry” he questioned, digits finding their way to your inner thighs. 

“Please, I” you stammered. 

“So, how many?” he questioned.

“None!” you yelped as he slipped his fingers under your panties. 

“You sure?” he taunted quietly, pushing his digits inside of you.

“Yes my love, I love you!” you swore, cheeks beet red and throat closing in.

A short beat. 

“Not even my brother?” he asked calmly. Your heart got caught in your throat. You tried to turn around once more but his hand kept your head to the front.

“Darling no!” You exclaimed. 

“I saw the way you looked at him, do you think I’m stupid?” He snarled.

“No! I only want you! I love you with all of my heart!” You promised, sobbing pathetically. 

Your husband hummed in satisfaction as his hands slid out, his fingers coated in your goodness. With a small step back, he guided you to turn around. Your big eyes glistered at him and he looked down at you. Slowly, his hand guided yours onto his erection and rubbed himself softly, a relieving moan trailing from his lips. 

“Then why don’t you get onto your knees and please your husband?” He suggested with a sly grin. 

Quickly, you fell to your knees, your hand quickly fumbled to free his length. His trousers were tugged to his knees by your needy hands. His cock flung out immediately, slapping your cheek in the process. You gulped, forgetting how large your husband was. Hesitantly, you stroked his hard member, observing the precum that leaked from his tip. It made your mouth water and you looked up to him for reassurance.  

Your tongue swirled over his thick tip. Hands rested on the back of his thighs to support yourself as you ran your tongue down his length. Your husband groaned out, his rough hands petted your hair in contempt. From the sparks of pleasure, he felt like his knees would buckle in. His hands slipped underneath your hair and supported the back of your head as he encouraged you to take him further. 

“Ugh! Fuck… Fucking lovely” he moaned out, feeling himself already climbing to the edge. 

It had been so long for him. He needed this, needed to feel you. Your humming sent vibrations down his throbbing length, he felt his posture curl in as his needy hips began to thrust painfully into your mouth. You gagged out, forcing your tongue to remain poked out. It had been so long for you both, your thighs pressed together as you could feel yourself drip. Your hand massaged his balls, his eyes rolled back from impact. His hands tugged roughly at your roots. 

“Gonna… Fucking gonna coat you” he grunted out as he felt his orgasm tease himself at the edge.

Quickly, he pulled out his length and pointed at your eyes. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth open as he jerked his wet dick quickly, his heavy moans and breaths echoed throughout the room. As he cried out, his white ropes shot at your face, coating your eyes, nose and mouth. He panted out, his hands untangling themselves from your hair. He smiled down at you and rubbed his hand over your face, smudging his semen over every inch, marking you as his. 

“Let’s go back to bed” your husband breathed out as he lifted you up. 

[deepestconnoisseurmoon]

Dunkirk (2017) Dir. Christopher Nolan

[sweetlullabyebye]

Liking a character that has litteraly no backstory is so fun because i can just... make up stuff. Like yeah, they have six sisters. They're a single child. Their favorite person is their mom. They have a horrible relationship with both of their parents. They ate grass as a kid. They were incredibly picky with food and never put anything but bread in their mouth. Their birthday is in november. They were born in july. They're turning twenty seven in february. You disagree? Canon doesn't. I can just say what I want, and I think that's beautiful.

[feasibilities]

Missing on Moonstone | Shivering Soldier x Reader

Synopsis: The Shivering Soldier finds love after being rescued from the war.

Warnings: Dub-Con, Smut, PTSD, Mentions of Death, Compulsive Behavior, Period-Typical Values

Author's Note: Finally wrote something for this character after pining for him for so long. Enjoy!

After being rescued from a sinking U-Boat, the Shivering Soldier found a makeshift home on Moonstone. He also formed a hidden obsession with you—the only woman on board. He would wait until you were sound asleep to watch over you. Little to your knowledge, this was his nightly routine. He couldn’t understand this compulsion but worried what could happen if he didn’t go through with it.

Your peaceful slumber was interrupted by a rogue wave that shook the boat. You were startled by the dark figure standing at the end of your bed. You scrambled to find the pistol you kept in the nightstand before he grabbed your arm. 

“I won’t hurt you.” He said, holding your arm tightly. 

“Why are you watching me sleep?” You inspected, managing to squirm out of his grip. Your question didn’t register to the traumatized man. You lit a candle and cautiously stood before him.

“What’s your name?” You asked. His vacant stare flickered with recognition for a moment before the answer left him once more. 

“Do you have any family back home?” You probed. 

“My wife. Well, she was my wife.” He blurted out. You felt a deep empathy for him as you lost your fiancé in the earlier in the war. You went to move his hair out of his face before he swiped your hand away. 

“Don’t.” He warned, fearing another episode of panic. A hushed apology managed to calm him down a bit.

“You can sleep on the floor if you’d like. The bed’s not that different.” You joked, handing him a blanket and pillow. He gave a nod as a gesture of gratitude and laid down. Not dissimilar to his routine, he waited for you to fall asleep before trailing off himself.

The following morning, the Soldier was worried to see that you weren’t in bed. He hurried out of the room to see you coming out of the lavatory with a towel around your body. He turned red while he took in the beautiful sight.

“Take a picture, will ya’? You should head upstairs for breakfast. The boys are greedy.” You quipped, disappearing into the bedroom. Before you could shut the door, he wedged himself inside and stared at you with famished eyes.

“Sir, I know it’s been twenty fortnights since you’ve felt the touch of a woman but this isn’t right.” You insisted. 

“How long has it been for you?” He interrogated, walking closer to you. As shameful as it was, his brazen commentary lit a flame in you. You avoided his gaze until he asked you again.

“How long?” He said softly, loosening your grasp on the towel. 

“You stop counting after a while.” You whispered. He kissed you with wild abandon as your fingers undid the buttons of his secondhand shirt. He laid you on the bed and impatiently unbuckled his pants. You two kissed again for what felt like an eternity before he slipped inside of you. You stopped breathing for a moment as you adjusted to the sensuous feeling. His thrusts were dawdling as he savored every moment. Hushed moans left you as you wrapped your legs around him. 

“I love you.” He breathed out, plunging farther into your depths. The ramshackle bed began to creak with his impassioned movements. 

“I love you too.” You exclaimed. You two spent the remainder of the morning intertwined with one another. 

Worried for your safety, Dawson knocked on your bedroom door. You shoved the half-nude Soldier into your closet, slipped on your nightgown, and opened the door. 

“All good, hun? You didn’t come up for breakfast.” He asked, looking at you closely.  You adjusted your strap to hide the love bites on your collarbone. 

“Yes, sir, I’m fine. I just overslept. Thank you for checking on me.” You replied too quickly to dampen any suspicion. 

“Well, I saved some for you. Watch out for the soldier. He’s a bit jumpy. We’ll be in Dover in a few hours.” He said.

“Thank you. I’ll pack my things.” You agreed, shutting the door. 

“Hear that? We get to start over in just a few hours.”  You whispered, looking at him with eager eyes. He wordlessly embraced you and kissed your forehead. Between packing your belongings, he gave you impassioned kisses. 

Upon Moonstone’s arrival in Dover, Dawson had figured out what kept you that morning. Peter and George were hopelessly naive. He was worried that Soldier was just looking for company in a post-war haze. His only hope that he wouldn’t abandon you after getting what he wanted. You all reached a property with quaint cottages with a pathway separating the two. 

6 years later

The war finally ended. You and the Soldier’s family grew by 2 with a son and a daughter later on. During the birth of his son, he finally remembered his name and decided to make him a junior. Your daughter was named after your mother. You two married in a homely ceremony with Dawson as the officiant. He eventually returned home with Peter and George and left the land rights to you two. Letters and gifts of well wishes from the trio were constant. His nightmares grew less frequent as he shared this new life with you. 

[cloudyfacewithjam]

Collins (Jack Lowden) in Dunkirk (2017)

[olympain]

Well done.

[icomefromthemountains]

I watched Dunkirk again

[justrainandcoffee]

The sun always rises again (Farrier x fem!oc) Part III - FINAL.

Masterlist || Part I - Part II

Summary: Maggie hears the news from Collins || Farrier is now a prisoner of war but he's not ready to give up yet. He promised to return home and that's what he is determined to do no matter what it costs. || Farrier meets a new friend.

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort. Happy ending. I did research on the second world war, but probably some events written here are inaccurate. I invented Farrier's fate (the real "Farrier" was never captured, so...)

Words: 2.5k.

Thanks to those who reblogged and commented this story. Love you, girls. I enjoyed this new journey.

1940

Collins felt the chill wind in his face when he was arriving at the Farrier's house. In his mind he had the right words to tell her, but not to the kids.

How do you tell them that his father wasn't coming? They were really young and like Daisy, that pretty girl said, they needed to have hope, too. Even him.

It wasn't sure that William was indeed dead, but Collins calculated the distance and assumed that he landed in enemy territory. So almost probably he was captured. He needed to speak to his superiors but the Farriers were priority to him in that moment.

The Geneva convention offered his friend protection, in theory. That, if the Germans respected what they signed, which Collins wasn't sure but it was best that to think the worst. If so, they could set free with the condition that he wasn't going to attack them again. Or probably Farrier, if he survived, was going to wait till the end of the war. Farrier had a combative spirit but also he wasn't so reckless like he was years ago before meeting Maggie. He loved his profession, but the love he had for his wife and kids couldn't be compared to anything.

Collins was a strong man, but the idea of being in a concentration camp was so awful that he didn't want to think about it.

And he didn't know that the war was barely beginning.

Both kids, but especially Edward, were happy to see his father's best friend there. The boy loved his godfather and for him it was always nice to see him there.

Collins lied to them, he had to.

"Your dad is coming in few days," Jack said while he was ruffling the boy's hair and had Clara in his arms. "I'm here just to say hello and to see how big you two are. He speaks about you the whole time!"

"How the battle went?" Edward asked.

"Everything ended well," he responded smiling to them. "Where's your mom?"

"In the kitchen! She's baking us a pie!" exclaimed the girl.

"She's the best, isn't she?" Edward looked at his godfather and Collins could see his friend's eyes in that boy. He nodded.

"She is, Ed."

.

Maggie has seen him already and she knew that all her anguish inside her the last few days had an explanation now. Collins entered the kitchen with his hat in his hands and avoiding her gaze. He asked the kids to wait outside so inside that warm place were just the two of them.

"Maggie, hi."

"Jack, it's good to see you. After all these years… I-" her voice was trembling but she managed to talk "I'm really happy to know that you're fine. I prayed for you, too."

"You're very kind, Maggie. I.. he asked me," Collins wasn't going to pretend that his friend didn't know why he was there and not her husband, so playing dumb wasn't in his plans. "William told me to come here and take care of you and the kids. To help you. Temporary. Maggie, he's not dead." Collins said, looking at the ginger woman who was crying silently in front of him. But apparently, his last words took her by surprise.

"What?"

"He's not dead."

Jack explained to her what happened after he was forced to water landing and was rescued. Her brown eyes looked at him like asking Jack the real events. But Collins wasn't lying.

"The convention protects Will. Him and thousands of soldiers and other prisoners of war. Because the Germans and Italians, want the same as us. The other side of the coin, of course, but they don't want their men being harmed because they need them. And we need ours."

"Will is alive then? Is it not a joke?"

"Of course it's not, Maggie."

The woman hugged him and sobbed against his shoulder. Being a prisoner of war was an awful destiny for everyone, but it was better than being dead in a distant land with no one near you to left you a flower. Or being under the sea, being one with the ocean for the eternity.

Collins didn't tell her about his own fears. Hitler was doing everything in his power to conquer the world and apparently he was succeeding. And if he had to shit on the Geneva convention, then Collins was sure that he will.

Hope.

.

William Farrier was cold despite the season of the year. He was afraid that his feet were already frostbitten, but it didn't seem the case, maybe just the sensation. He massaged them to activate the blood circulation again.

That was the second week there. With France invaded by the Nazis and already surrendered to Hitler, Great Britain was the only country that was facing Germany. For now, at least.

He was still in the France that weeks ago wasn't enemy territory but now it was. Around him, Farrier saw other soldiers all of them sharing a small space, sleeping in the ground or not sleeping at all.

Farrier never talked a lot and it wasn't the exception now. The conditions were they where were bad, but it could be worse. The news arriving from Germany were disgusting and incredibly cruel.

If something good the leaders of different countries did, was to sign that convention. Without that one, he could be dead by now. Especially considering the damage that Farrier alone caused to the enemy.

Yet, despite the cold and hunger he kept in mind that it wasn't bad. Although it was.

The convention stipulated that officers of his ranks weren't obligated to work for the Germans, but he was. And hundred of other men, too.

William still had Maggie's picture in his pocket and was probably he most valuable treasure along with the watch she gifted him. If anything, Farrier trusted Collins with his whole soul and knew he was helping his family but he missed them a lot.

"Who's she?"

A bearded man with a thick Scottish accent approached Farrier and asked when he saw him with Maggie's photo in his hands. William noticed a scar on his nose that reached almost his left ear.

"My wife."

"Very pretty."

"Yes, she is. And a good woman as well."

"Any little beans?"

"Two. Ed and Clara."

"Family can cause problems sometimes but is in this days that we miss 'em, innit? I'm Charles."

"William."

"I know," Charles said. "The pilot. Yer a fuckin' hero, mate. We saw ya, phew phew. And them fuckin' boom! Ya sent 'em to hell in thousand pieces."

Farrier smiled "I guess, yes."

"Ya don't deserve this shit."

"You either, Charles. No one deserves this."

.

The beach was a good place to be. Two weeks passed since Collins returned and even when he was in his house now, after Maggie promised him that they were going to be okay, the pilot called them almost every day to see if they needed something.

"They're negotiating," Collins said to her once. "They went to make an arrangement with the Nazis to free the prisoners of war."

And apparently it was true. But until now they had no news.

Her kids were playing at the seashore while she was sitting in the sand watching the waves. She could see herself in Edward and Clara. The innocence of believing Collins words. There was a time when she believed her mother's words and the promise of being a family again. It didn't last long, but while it last her words sounded well for her.

She remembered the first time in that pub when she saw him. Just eight years ago, and yet it seemed to be an eternity. If someone promised her that they have the power to change the past and never meeting him and in consequence, avoid this sadness in her heart now, she'd rejected the offer. Not even in those dark days she could accept that kind of thing. She loved William. He was the best thing she had and together they built a nice family. Those kids existed because they were together and loved each other and that was invaluable.

"Come home, Will."

She didn't realise she was crying again until she felt two pairs of arms hugging her. She hugged both children and the three of them remained in silence until the sun started to hide.

.

Those days, Farrier hurt himself and sent him to the temporary hospital that was built there. A nurse was bandaging his arm when he looked at her.

"May I ask you something, miss?"

"Mrs," she corrected him "Mrs. Thompson."

"Mrs. Thompson, I need to know what are the chances to send a letter to England now."

Mrs. Thompson saw him like he was asking her to kill Hitler herself. "Very low, Mr. Farrier."

"But not impossible."

The woman looked at him for a moment before closing the curtain around his stretcher giving them some privacy.

"What do you want?"

"Just send a letter to my wife. My kids."

"London?"

"Sussex."

The nurse low her voice and whispered to him "You're asking something almost impossible. They confiscated a lot of letters. This an occupied zone now. But it can be done anyway, illegally."

"How much?"

"You have nothing, soldier."

"I have this watch. It has to have some value. You can sell it, I need to communicate with them."

Farrier took off Maggie's gift the one he had with him from the beginning of the war and gave it to her and the nurse examined it. She nodded. "I will bring you a pen and paper. But be brief, the thinner the envelope is, the better."

Two days later the letter was going to England inside the box of medicine that a fisherman had. They allowed the old Frenchman go after checking he wasn't a menace.

Maggie received it five days later. It was the first sign that she had in a lot of time that he was still alive and she couldn't help but cry. It was brief as a poem, but clear. According to his words, it was true that he was hold as prisoner but was fine. Maggie asked herself if he was lying to make her feel better, but just the news were enough for her.

"I'm waiting for the moment to be with you again. I love you, my beautiful wife. Forever. Remember my promise, I'm coming home even if it takes me a bit while to do it. I love you, W.F."

Collins heard about the letter as well because Maggie called him almost immediately. The next weeks to add hopes to that letter, he knew that finally the negotiations were having some good effect.

July was almost beginning when finally Collins received the call he was waiting for, he almost jumped from his bed. And the news reached the media as well. Radio and newspapers were announcing it:

"… The immediate liberation of French and British men held as prisoners in France."

Paris was the price that France paid for it.

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Epilogue

A dog with only three legs started to follow him as soon as he arrived there. Farrier looked around to see if that maybe his owner was near but it didn't seem to be the case.

He stopped for a moment to pet his head and the dog started to jump around him. Too precious to be a street dog, but Farrier was convinced he was.

An old woman approached him.

"Welcome back, sir. You're one of those soldiers that Churchill brought back, aren't you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"God bless, Winston. You're lucky, sir. Very lucky," then she looked at the animal who was now sat down next to his leg. "The dog likes you, it has no home. Just a fleabag. He's lways eating what he finds."

"I'm taking him with me, then."

"Good decision, sir. And thanks for your services."

Both Farrier and now his dog, walked the familiar streets. It seemed to be a lifetime since he was there. Some people stepped outside just to see him go. Some clapped, others cheered him. Kids asked him questions that he didn't want or know how to answer.

He asked himself if in every city and town it was the same towards the men returning home.

Home. Four letters that have a meaning that he could explain.

He didn't call his family, he wanted to surprise them.

He finally could see the white walls, the green grass, and his kids' toys outside the house. Ed's bike was next to the tree and the door was open. Farrier looked at his dog and nodded. The animal was the first one to approach the house.

"Mommy! Mommy! A dog!"

Clara saw him and petted him but it was Edward's voice who alterted the girl that someone else was just in the door.

"Dad! Dad!"

Edward ran towards the man and hugged him. Clara, took some seconds to recognise him, but when she did, she did the same as her older brother.

Maggie standing under the door frame with a plate in her hands, was crying not believing her eyes. There je was again, as he promised.

"The dog needs a name," he said to his kids once they let him go. "He's yours now."

"Really?!"

"Of course. He needs a bath and food, I'm sure you can do that."

"We can, dad!" Edward took his sister's hand and both of them ran outside followed by the happy dog that soon was going to be named Pi.

Finally the matrimony was alone.

"Just in time for the lunch," Maggie joked, but still crying.

"I'd never miss it, my love."

"Oh, Will…"

Maggie put the plate she had in her hands aside and touched his face. He had beard now and his hair was longer. But that was his caring husband, it was him.

William and Marguerite finally kissed eachother. His hands found her waist and he brought him closer to him. How much he missed her.

"I love you," he said touching his forehead with his.

"I love you, too, Will. You fulfilled your promise."

"I did it. And I'm not going anywhere now."

He kissed her again. And Maggie lost herself in his touch. Later that day, they were going to rejoin in ways that now in the kitchen and with their kids around they couldn't do.

Or with Collins watching.

His friend knew he was going home because his superiors alerted him, even if Farrier didn't say anything to his family, all the rest obviously knew he was back in England. So Jack drove there to finally see his friend again.

Men shouldn't show affection those days and yet, the moment he stepped in and both men saw each other again, they hugged for a long time.

"Thanks, Collins," William said.

"No need, Farrier." Then, Jack saw at Maggie was again hugging her husband and smiled.

Sometimes family is a matrimony, their two kids, the husband's best friend and a three legged dog.

The lunch there was shared with all of them together. Even Pi.

The afternoon, Collins stayed in the house with the kids giving the couple the opportunity to be alone in the beach.

Maggie spent almost a year and a half alone sitting on the sand contemplating the sea and now was doing the same only that this time, William was again with her.

He was kissing her neck. Their fingers interwined, resting on her stomach, while she was sat between his legs.

No one said anything. The sound of the waves accompanied their reunion. Silent as Farrier was, but was that kind of silence that if you listened carefully you could hear a lot.

The kind of silence that screamed "I love you."

[elk96]

New highly emotional moodboard for Henry Wilson aka Shivering Soldier and William Killick because they are in pain and they deserved better and I love them.

It's almost midnight. I can hear the waves crashing on the shore. I got the vibes. The night's perfect.

[yourimagines]

Hi love👋🏻

Can you perhaps write a multiple story about Dunkirk or Pearl harbour. With the actors jack lowden, josh hartnett, ben affleck and Tom hardy. I’m so down for them 😂

If not it’s fine, I understand

Hi, thank you for your request, sorry it took me this long but here is the first part. It's going to be a slow burn ad the readers choose how this story will go, so please tell me what should happen next🧡

Saviour

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: WW2, Swearing, Angst and fluff

Disclaimer: It’s a fiction based off real life events.

Part two, Part three, Part four

Cast;

Jack Collins 23 years old,

Tom Farrier 26 years old,

Danny Walker 22 years old,

Rafe McCawley 24 years old,

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Y/n POV

The world was falling apart slowly as war began to spread across Europe. Most of the men who were above 16 years old joined the military, to fight for our country. I joined the military as well as a 20 year old woman, to help and take care of our men as a nurse.

“This is France.” Mrs Dawson said as she pointed at the map, that was hanging against the wall. “Some of you will go there and help our forces at the front lines, others stay here.” Most girls got excited as they heard about going to France, going to our troops. “We all move to the military base tomorrow morning, pack light because you don’t need anything else than your medical supplies at the front lines.” With that she ended her speech and we all went back to our rooms, getting ready for tomorrow.

——The next day——

It was six in the morning when they woke us up. “Let’s go ladies, time is ticking.” We all got up and got ready. “I’m so excited, I hope I’ll get picked for France.” My best friend said as she put some makeup on. “There is a war going on, you know that right?” She nodded and flashed me a smile through the mirror. “Y/n, there are the real men, not those….you know from town.” I rolled my eyes and smoothed my dress. “Right….just hurry up, I don’t want to be late.”

The train ride was quiet as everyone was nervous. “Please let them be handsome.” One of my new friends said. “Of course they are, all RAF pilots are good looking and respectful men.” A small discussion started between a few ladies. “Y/n needs a man.” My best friend said with a giggle. “No I don’t, I’m not here to find a man.” She gave me a look and shrugged me off. “Everyone is looking for a man…”

After a long travel day we arrived at the military base from the RAF. “Ladies, I want you all to behave and show your best side as captain Morty will guide us to our rooms.” Mrs Dawson said as captain Morty smiled at us. “Yes mrs Dawson.” We all said in chorus. She nodded at the captain and he guided us to our rooms as we passed through a few hangars.

Jack POV

“Nurses will be joining us.” Danny said as he joined us at the hangar. “Really?” Josh a new mechanic said as he looked up from his work. “Yes, they just arrived.” The mechanics started to whistle as they heard the new from Danny. “Calm down, they are just nurses.” Rafe said with a grin on his face, finding it amusing how the mechanics reacted to the news. “He’s right, they are here to do their job, so let’s focus on ours.” Tom our squad commander said as he was reading a book. “Of course…” they mumbled as they went back to their work.

The whole atmosphere between the mechanics was different than usual, It’s causing a bit of commotion between everyone. “Do you think we have a chance?” Josh asked As he was cleaning his work spot. “Honestly no, if they are looking for a man, they want those ground soldiers.” Danny said as he stood up, brushing off his pants. “Really? Not even the pilots?” Josh looked a bit disappointed at Danny, who just shook his head. “Josh, he’s joking around, of course we have a chance. Women like every man that is serving in the military at the moment.” Rafe said with an amusing smile on his face, as his best friend was joking around with the mechanics.

We all got send off early to our beds as we all needed those extra hours of sleep. “I heard it’s not going well for the French.” Danny quietly said as we were all lying in our bunk beds. “Do you think we are going there?” He popped his head up and leaned over the edge to look down at his friend Rafe, who was lying on his back, his arms crossed behind his head. “Maybe…” he answered, Danny nodded and laid back in his bed. “Why are you thinking about that?” I asked him. “Don’t know, I heard one of the mechanics talking about it this morning.” I hummed and rolled over to my left side, facing the wall. “We’ll see how it goes…”

Y/n POV

The girls were excited as we saw a few mechanics and pilots roaming around in one of the hangars. “They are all so handsome.” One said as we were getting ready to go to bed. “I know…” my best friend said. I smiled and crawled into the bed. “I can’t wait to start tomorrow.” We all giggled about it, gossiping about them and talking about our future. After some time we turned the light off and laid down in our own beds. “We should get some sleep, we all need to look good in the morning.” Someone said as a few hummed and agreed. I silently nodded and turned around, facing the wall. “We’ll see how it goes…”

We all woken up by a bell going off, it was Mrs Dawson. “Ladies, it’s time to get ready.” Some of us groaned, some of us stood up without saying a word. I slowly turned around and moved the blanket away. “Come on, get up.” Mrs Dawson said as a few were still lying in their beds. “You all have 10 minutes to get ready.” She disappeared from our shared room and we all began our morning routine.

“This is the work station for you ladies.” Caption Morty said as we walked into a room, looking like a small hospital. “Our men will stop by to get their medical check ups before leaving for their missions.” We all looked around the room. “Anymore questions? If not, Mrs Dawson has the schedules from all the groups that are in this facility and she also has the time schedules for the canteen. Ladies I wish you all the best.” He gave Mrs Dawson a nod and left us alone, she started to show us the schedules and rules for our new adventure here at the RAF military base.

Jack POV

Danny went for a walk and came back with a smile on his face. “What happened to you?” Rafe asked as Danny joined us at the table. “I saw them.” Tom sighed and continued to eat his breakfast. “Is that why you went for a walk?” Danny smiles and digs into his breakfast. “Danny come on…” Rafe said annoyingly. “I only passed by, they were with captain Morty.” I shook my head and Tom shot me a well knowing glare. “I think we should leave them be, they can’t have us spying on them as well. The mechanics are already losing their minds.” Rafe pointed at me, agreeing what I just said. “See, you need to stop Walker, we are here to fight for our country. Not for the ladies…” Danny nodded, knowing what we meant. “Yeah…you’re right.” Rafe gave him a gently pat on his shoulder. “It’s all good brother.”

[mercurygray]

I am going to need the 'tv show that takes place during a war' fandoms to stop putting 'mentions of war' as a trigger warning on fics.

If you're reading on these fandoms we should be there already. The war is implied. If you're here expecting not to find the war I'm going to gently suggest that perhaps you need a different fandom.

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

Female Company

Pairing - Shivering Soldier Dunkirk x fem!reader

Summary - You decide to give the shivering soldier some company in hopes to make him feel better, you do indeed.

Warnings - dubcon, handjob, blow job, rough.

Word count - 1.8k

Notes - Shivering soldier Cillian is underrated, also difficult to write so sorry if horrible writing as this felt rushed.

“Perhaps some female company would make him feel better” Peter, your brother suggested. All six eyes turned onto you, making your heart skip a beat. “Feel less intimidated and what not” Peter added. 

Since you had saved the shivering soldier from the shipwreck, he had been at mute, refusing to show any signs of communication with anyone. He was down below deck, getting warm and hopefully to become more comfortable around these friendly strangers.  

It was risky, you weren’t even really allowed on the Moonstone anyways. But you wanted to help, your father raised you properly, you were a qualified nurse for the army, you were here to help. 

“I’m sure I can be good enough company” George interjected. George didn’t like it, the thought of you being alone down there with the shivering soldier, but that was more out of jealousy than obligation. 

Mr Dawson shook his head towards George, then looked towards you. “I’m sure you’ll be able to make him feel comfortable enough sweetheart” your father gave you a pure smile. “And, God forbid if anything were to happen, we are all right here” Mr Dawson ached, raising his hands slightly at the thought of something bad occurring. 

But your father trusted you, you were a good person who followed pure morals. All your life you’ve helped others, what’s one more soldier to the list? George gave an iffy look but decided to remain silent, looking out the ocean with his fists forming under his sleeves. 

The small door creaked open as you stepped inside. “Hello?” You whispered as you lowered down the small ladder, you closed the small door behind you. 

The shivering soldier was lying on the small, uncomfortable ship bed, a blanket wrapped around his cold body. His eyes were closed but you could tell he was awake. Slowly peeking open, the soldier stared you up and down. The soldier repositioned himself, sitting up on the thin mattress. You sat down next to him, the room was swaying in motion with the waves outside. 

Sitting in silence for a while, you decided to break it. “Is there anything I can do for you? Water? More blankets?” You asked politely. 

There were already such limited services you could provide for him, being on such a small boat and all. You were used to being able to help people, especially in these desperate times, but right now you feel hopeless.  

After a short beat, the soldier mumbled his reply, “I’m okay, thank you”. You tried to read his expression, coming to the harsh thoughts that he didn’t seem to be amused to have you down here with him, that he just wanted to be alone after all, that you were intruding.  

He was beautiful, despite his worn out expression and dirty, wet appearance. There were dark bags around his ocean blue eyes, and a couple of scratches over his face. You felt horrible for him, it was unimaginable what trauma the war can cause upon a man. No one would ever understand how terrifying and ruining his mind had become over this short time. 

“Are you certain?” You checked, you’d hate that he would decline your help by either being too afraid or polite. There was no response from him. “Perhaps if you took off your jacket you could warm up faster” you suggested harmlessly, the soldier looked at you, his mouth was ajar open and eyes dark. 

War tested men’s temptations, it demonstrated how much they really depended on a woman's touch. Men needed something to feel good about in these horrible days, their urges took over their logistics if no one was there to keep them in line. And right now you were defenceless in the beast’s cage, and he was off his chain.

In his defence, you were asking for it. Why else would you ask such a thing twice and then practically beg him to strip? The soldier quickly leant in and kissed you hungrily, his arms snaked around your body to keep you still. You were frozen, not sure how to react to his assault, his tongue slipped down your throat, hands gripping against your lower back as if life depended on it. His left hand moved to your breasts and kneaded them dispairly.  

You’ve been kissed before, only once, but it was nothing compared to this, never so passionate and amorous. 

A moan struggled to break out of your combined lips. Swiftly, he picked up your body and laid you onto your back, not as gently as you could hope, your hand reached for the ache stinging from the back of your head. 

“Be a good little girl, and stay quiet, hm?” He ordered, his hand tapping your cheek to flatter you. 

What else were you meant to do? Call out for help? Start a domestic between an old man, two kids and a war soldier? Even if you did so, what would happen afterwards, you’re on a boat deeply within the ocean. 

The soldier felt your body with his rough hands, he was desperate to feel any touch, but too impatient to take it slow. Unbuttoning your shirt roughly, you were lucky that he didn’t rip off the buttons.  The shape and look of your breasts made him believe he was already in heaven. When was the last time he’s felt a woman’s touch? How many countless nights of him dreaming for intimate touch? His mouth landed on your right breast first, then the left. 

There wasn’t enough time, to properly feel you, to worship your body, to come over and over again. Your bodies felt the friction of the waves rocking yourselves back and forwards. Head in the palms of his hands, the soldier's hips were humping against yours, your legs wrapped around his small waist, he was groaning lowly, unable to contain himself, kissing your neck and side of your face. 

Lying stiff underneath him, you couldn’t help but to moan back quietly, the fabrics between your bodies was too thick to feel the sensations fully, but this is the most touching of a man you’ve ever felt before, your back arched on the mattress. 

“The fuck are you wearing pants for?” The soldier muttered, slapping the side of your thigh harshly. “How am I meant to fuck you without getting caught, aye?” He spat by your ear. 

A lot of people still considered it taboo for women to wear pants, it took away femininity, and in this case, the easy access. 

“M’sorry” you whimpered back underneath him, cheeks all flustered from the embarrassment and overwhelming situation. 

“Guess you’re just going to have to put that mouth to better use” he sighed and sat up, he pulled you down to the ground, you landed on your knees. Repositioning you to be directly in front of him, he flexed his hips towards you. “Do you know how to suck cock?” He asked smugly. 

“N-no” you whispered.

“Ever please a man at all before?” His eyebrow was cocked to you. 

“No sir” you replied and he chuckled. 

“That’s sweet, I’ll be quick anyways” he said with another tap to your cheek. 

He gestured for you to put your hands onto his crotch, you could see the bulge through his damp pants but you didn’t expect it to feel so solid. It was like playing with a knick-knack, your hands travelled all around it, feeling its shape and size. 

“Uh, alright, pull it out now, love” he purred, hand caressing the sides of your head with his eyes closed. 

Your stomach turned at the way he called you love, you didn’t realise how badly you craved that validation. There was this undying small innocent smile on your lips, he looked down to you and gave you a smug smile back and a gentle pat on the cheek.

With shaking hands, you undid his belt and tugged down at his trousers. The soldier ended up helping you, not out of kindness, only restlessness. You gasped as he pulled out his cock, you didn’t realise it could be so – big. The soldier's cock was hairy as the base, had a couple of veins popping out at his length and had a pretty pink tip. If you knew any better about sex, you’d say that he’s already about to burst. 

It was like natural instincts, he didn’t have to say anything, you automatically took his length in both hands, staring from the base and working your way up. He groaned and his head fell back, hands in your hair as you slowly worked your hands up and down his length. In another reality, he would have loved to have you take your time, worshipping his cock. 

“Okay, sweetheart, I need your mouth around me right now” he hissed, leaning his upper body forward easily to push your head towards his member with his hands. 

You pushed against him, your lips an inch away from his tip, okay, this was getting frightening now. The realisation of what you were doing below deck, could be interrupted at any moment, freaked you out. But that didn’t stop him, he pulled harder, making you yelp and your mouth pressed against his member. But you refused to open up for him, he rubbed your mouth and nose around his firm length, your hands pressed against his upper legs in an attempt to push free but it was pointless, you were whining. 

“Fucking open up, you dumb whore” he spat, you mewled quietly, too afraid to catch anyone’s attention on deck. Reluctantly, you slowly opened your mouth and he slipped his tip in. “Ah, fuck” he muttered, the rocking of the boat, thrusted him deeper in and out of your mouth. He had no shame in swearing, muttering and whining underneath his breath, his balls already tightening. “Christ, I’m not going to fucking last-” he was breathless, eyes almost rolling back. 

Forcing your mouth right down to his base, your cries were blocked by his size. There was no space to breathe, your jaw was aching and you were gagging. With how wide your mouth was, you were afraid that your jaw would lock, it was aching, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over again. Tears were running down your cheeks as he was groaning under his breath, eyes squeezed shut, nostrils flaring and jaw clenched. 

Without a warning, he bursted right down your mouth, his legs shaking slightly, hands tightened around your hair. The soldier bit on his lower lip to silence his moan of pleasure as his cock was spurting out straight into your throat. 

It tasted salty and bitter, your face scrunched up at the taste, but he didn’t pull out his member until you swallowed it all, it was difficult to swallow with his cock covering the entirety of your mouth. Slowly slipping himself out, he tucked himself back into his trousers and ran his hand through his hair. 

Tears were slowly running down your cheeks, you felt your aching jaw softly and sniffled, the soldier pulled you up onto the bed and wiped your face clean with his bare hand. He sighed, looking you up and down. Giving you one last kiss, he murmured to you, “thanks for the company”.

[eerieechos]

We need our army back

[sweetlullabyebye]

Boat scene but it's just Tommy and Gibson

[vibe-stash]

Dunkirk (2017)

Director: Christopher Nolan DOP: Hoyte Van Hoytema Production Design: Nathan Crowley