#like my go to panic is HIT THE DECK !!!!!!! so like ok if the plane goin down i’m HITTIN DECK but it’s like ….

[bibleofficial]

well. there goes the 1d reunion nobody asked for

[pretendingboyfriends]

I Promise - Pt III

A/N: JUST A LITTLE PSA, I TOOK MOST OF ALEX’S POV FROM THE DUNKIRK MOVIE SO I COULD MAKE IT AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE. ok i hope u enjoy!:)

Word Count: 3.7k+

Warnings: war, angst

Alex

 A fog settled over the large expanse of ocean creating an unsettling silence as we slowly trudged along the crowded platform. Thousands of men stretched across the bridge, all begging to board the ship and escape from the island of hell. As I watched the scene before me and continued to shove forward along with everyone else, I clutched the small piece of paper in my hand. The one thing that had kept me going throughout these dreadful months, a photograph of Y/N. I had snipped it from a family photo her mother had gifted me right before I left. It truly did no justice to her beauty, crumpled and damaged by water and grime but I could still make out her smiling features, soft hair, and delicate arms resting by her sides. 

 I heard a shout from several feet in front of me and suddenly everyone around me began to shove harder, desperate to reach the ship. I turned to the man beside me,“What’d he say?” 

“Five minutes 'till departure,” The man grunted, shoving through the other men harshly and disappearing into the sea of round, metal helmets. I sighed and shoved the crumpled photograph back into my coat pocket. I need to get on that bloody ship. 

 Luckily, I wasn’t too far from the entrance of the ship and was able to push my way through to the front. The men waiting by the ramp onto the ship, quickly ushered me through along with a few other men. I thanked them quietly. 

 Almost as soon as my foot hit the deck of the ship, the screeching of airplanes approaching overhead caused everyone to look up to the sky. Men began screaming and running for shelter and the thousands of soldiers standing on the platform ducked down in unison. Panic washed over me as I watched the planes approach rapidly. Men all around me were thrusting themselves off the side of the ship and into the water in fear, and then the enemy began to fire. Destruction began at the bridge but was quickly moving closer and closer to the ship. Taking my chances, I threw myself over the edge and into the freezing water below. The explosions above me were muffled through the water as I attempted to stay under for as long as I could. My lungs burned and my entire body began to go numb from the freezing temperature of the water. I surfaced, treading through the water as the ship slowly began to fall. I panicked, flailing my arms in an attempt to swim away.

“Grab on to my hand, mate!” 

I looked up to see a soldier reaching out to me as he held onto the pillars of the bridge. I swam towards him as fast as I could and grasped his hand tightly. He pulled me up onto the pillars beside him and I choked and sputtered on the water that had been caught in my lungs, my chest heaving with my labored breaths. Neither of us said anything as we waited for the chaos to subside. 

Soon, someone was calling to us over the edge of the bridge and we were brought to another, smaller boat. That boat brought us and about 20 other men to a larger ship, similar to the first one. A woman greeted us as we boarded, placing blankets and life jackets into our hands and leading us down into the ship. Hundreds of us crowded together as we were handed bread slices coated with jam and metal mugs of tea. 

There wasn’t much we could do except stand, eat, and talk. We spoke of our home lives and where we were from. I found out the soldier’s name was Tommy and mentioned its similarity to my best mate back home. We also made casual conversation with a few soldiers around us.

“Any of you lads got a bird at home?” One of the men asked as he munched on his third slice of bread. Half of them shook their heads and the others began raving about their girls, reaching into their coats for letters and photographs. I took the photograph of Y/N from my coat and passed it to Tommy. 

“This your bird?” He asked, studying the picture carefully. I nodded a small smile gracing my features. 

“Oi, lemme get a look at ‘er,” another man called, snatching the picture from Tommy. They passed the small photo around, gushing over her beauty and I couldn’t help but swell with pride. Once the photo was passed back to me, I placed it safely back into the pocket of my coat. 

“How’d you meet her?” I ran a hand through my damp hair, 

“Her brother and I have been best mates our whole lives and I guess I just got lucky.” He opened his mouth to respond, but the words never came, instead we were all suddenly and violently thrown against the wall as something collided with the side of the ship. The already dim lights flickered off and the soldiers began shouting about a torpedo and scrambling to escape. A giant gust of water suddenly broke through the side and we were engulfed into it within seconds. I had no time to think before I was trapped beneath the water, struggling to reach the emergency escape door. 

 Suddenly, there was a light above us coming from the door and Tommy was quickly swimming towards it. I swam as hard as I could to catch up with him and soon we were swept up into the water spilling back into the sea as the ship sunk deeper and deeper. Parts of the ship were exploding all around us as we swam away frantically. Soldiers screamed in terror throwing themselves into the ocean and swimming towards the smaller boats that surrounded the ship. We tried to climb into the closest boat but one of the soldiers pushed us away, refusing to let us on. They told us to stay where we were, floating in the water and promised to come back for us once they reached the beach but one of the soldiers threw a rope out into the water and whispered to grab onto it. 

Finally, we were back on land, sprawled out along the beach in exhaustion from swimming all night long. Tommy, his comrade, and I all sat along the shore, staring out into the sea. We watched a lone soldier stumble towards the water, leaving his helmet and life vest behind before entering the violent waves and never returning.

I caught sight of a few soldiers marching towards a boat and quickly pushed myself to stand, running towards them. Tommy and his friend followed close behind me as we joined them. We came across an abandoned fishing boat and one of the soldiers instructed us to climb inside. 

“We’ve got to wait for the tide to come in so it’ll take us out to sea,” A man said in a thick scottish accent. 

“How long’ll that take?” I asked, stepping down into the bottom of the ship behind Tommy. 

“Comes in every three hours, mate.” He retorted and I huffed out a frustrated sigh.

 I had noticed that there was something different about Tommy’s friend. He had yet to speak a single word to me or Tommy and I found it off-putting. He wore a british soldier’s uniform, but he didn’t seem to know exactly what we were saying. He just stood back and observed with wide, fear filled eyes. I didn’t trust him at all. 

 We waited there for what seemed like hours, just leaning against the sides in silence, too exhausted to make a sound. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard and the sound of metal pelting against metal jolted all of us from our slightly relaxed state. We looked at each other in fear and confusion before another gunshot rang out, causing several bullet sized holes to form near the end of the boat. None of us knew why they were shooting at us. Surely the enemy hadn’t seen us entering the boat, so why were they shooting at us?

 As if he’d read my mind, Tommy mumbled something along the lines of, “Target practice,” and I glanced back at the group of bullet holes. He was right. The holes were too close together for them to be aiming to hurt us. 

 The shots continued, every pang of metal on metal causing all of us to cower in fear. We were trapped. If we tried to leave, we would be killed instantly. After hours of fear filled silence water began to pour from the small holes, causing us to spiral into even more of a panic than before. We hadn’t even realized that the tide had come in and taken us out to sea and now it was too late. We were sinking. 

“We’ve got to plug it!” I whispered, looking around at the other men. 

“After you, mate.” The soldier beside me mumbled right before several shots fired out and hit the boat once again. We certainly couldn’t plug the holes, one of us could easily get shot. In order to stop us from sinking, we needed to lose weight.

“Weight! We need to lose weight!” I exclaimed, “Somebody needs to get off,” They all looked around at each other nervously. 

“What, like a volunteer?”

 I shook my head, “We don’t need a volunteer, I know someone who oughta get off.” I turned to Tommy’s friend, pointing my finger at him, “This one. He’s a german spy,” 

“Don’t be daft,” Tommy quickly interjected.

“Have you noticed he hasn’t said a word? He can’t speak english!”

“You’re daft,” He shook his head, nudging the culprit, “Tell him,”

My blood was boiling. Because of him, I might not be going home. It was selfish, really, but I wasn’t going to keep my mouth shut until I got the truth out of him.

 “Yeah,” I yanked the rifle from the man hunched beside me, “Tell me.” I held the gun to his face, jaw clenched from rage,“Tell me!” He staggered backwards, shivering with fear, 

“France,” he whimpered in a heavy accent, “France.”

“A bloody frog!” I fumed, grabbed his tags, “And where’s Gibson? Some naked, dead englishman?”

By that point, the water was nearly to our knees and all the other men stood behind me, just as fuming as I was. Several more shots rang out and we all ducked to the floor.

“The fuck are we gonna do now?”

“Somebody’s still gotta get off,” I responded, lunging at the man, “Go on, get off!” I clutched his coat and shoved him towards the ladder, but Tommy pushed me away. 

“You can’t do that!”

 “Better him than me,” I snarled, thrusting him against it.

 “S’not fair!” Tommy whinged, attempting to push me away. “Survival’s not fair! I’m not thinking about his safety, I'm thinking about mine! I’ve got a girl back home. If I die, it’s not fair to her! Nothing about this bloody war is fair!” The water was rising faster and faster, reaching our chests. The other men began to shove him against the ladder just as I did, threatening him. I turned to Tommy, 

“Somebody’s gotta get off so the rest of us can live. We’re all the same here except for him. If you want to go home, we’ve got to get him off.”

“We’re not going to make it regardless!” He spat back, shaking his head, “And I’m not gonna live knowing I was the reason an innocent man was killed.”

“The rest of us are brothers, mate. There’s nothing else we can do.” As soon as the words escaped my lips, the man lunged at another holding a rifle, causing the rest of them men to pull against him to get him off. They all began to lean to one side and the boat sunk deeper, filled to our necks with water. We panicked, swimming towards the holes to plug them as best we could. There were too many holes and not enough men.

 We had to get off, no matter the consequences. If we left, we had more of a chance of survival than we did going down with it. So, I quickly swam to the ladder, climbing through the exit. 

Finally, I had escaped the boat, jumping into the murky, oil filled water below and swimming towards the nearest boat. I watched as other soldiers were tugged onto it and safely brought below deck, so I swam faster despite my aching muscles. A young boy grasped my arm once I reached the boat and pulled me on board, leading me below deck to safety. 

At some point Tommy ended up with me and the other men below deck and we nodded to each other in silent greeting. His French comrade was nowhere to be found. 

We travelled for hours and hours until dusk was upon us and then we finally reached land. Not a word was spoken as we were led to the trains and given food and blankets. We were all ashamed. We didn’t fight, all we did was survive. We were cowards and everyone was going to know it. 

Although I felt ashamed, in that moment I was far too exhausted to think of anything but sleep. Slowly my eyelids became heavier and heavier and I drifted off to sleep. I dreamt of Y/N just like I had every night since the war started. 

When I awoke, I was greeted by a man frantically knocking against the glass window. I avoided eye contact with him, hoping he would leave eventually. I assumed he was there to harass us, so I didn’t dare look at him until I heard the clanking of glass above my head. Looking up, I saw the man holding two beers through the small opening of the window. I took the bottles carefully, passing one of them to Tommy and gulping down my own. We approached the station and hundreds of people waved and cheered. It was not the ‘welcome home’ I was expecting. 

*

Y/N

Since I’d found out about the Dunkirk evacuation, I’d actively avoided anything to do with Alex. Thomas had come home early because of an injury and I had taken it upon myself to be his nurse while he healed. That was one of the ways I distracted myself, but another was spending more and more time with James. Things with him were becoming serious. He told me he loved me and I told him I loved him back, even though I knew it was a lie. I was settling. I had turned into the girl who settled for the first guy in sight and I hated myself for it. James was kind and loving and I knew he would be a wonderful husband and father, but I didn’t love him.

 It was stupid, really. I was nineteen, I had my entire life ahead of me but I chose to settle for a man I didn’t love with a life I didn’t want to have. But at that point, I didn’t care. I truly didn’t believe I would ever find anyone like Alex.

*

 I leaned over the bathroom sink, smoothing a muted red color onto my lips. Pulling back from the mirror, I smacked my lips together and studied my features to make sure nothing was out of place. James was on his way to pick me up and take me out to a nice dinner and I’d picked out a red, velvet, short sleeved dress that James had bought for me at the beginning of the summer. I paired it with a simple set of black heels and had Mother style my hair into perfect curls.

“What time did he say he was coming?” Mother asked as she prepared dinner for the rest of the family. 

“6:15,” I mumbled, fixing my lipstick one last time before pulling on my gloves and grabbing my small purse. I dropped the small capsule of lipstick into my purse and glanced down at my small watch.

 6:10

“You seem eager,” Mother observed. 

“Just a little nervous,” I hummed, peering out the window through the curtains and spotting his shiny, expensive car pulling in. “There he is, I’ll see you tonight, mum. Love you.” And with that I was flinging the door open and shuffling down the porch to his car. He had begun to walk up through the yard and stopped when he saw me.

“Well, I was gonna give your mum these flowers and pick you up at the door,” 

I smiled, “Oh, it’s alright. I’ll bring them in when you take me home.”

He nodded and quickly tugged me into his chest by my waist, pressing a quick peck to my lips. “You look absolutely stunning, my love.”

I blushed and swatted at his chest, biting back a smile,“Oh shut up.”

He chuckled and helped me into the passenger seat of his car before settling into the driver’s seat. He took my right hand and pressed his lips to the cloth of my glove without a word. 

 The restaurant was extremely fancy, ordained in crystal chandeliers and pristine, white tablecloths. I felt completely out of place surrounded by elegant women and their fur scarves draped neatly over their shoulders as they stared me down. They knew I didn’t belong there either. James didn’t seem to pay any mind to them, though, politely pulling my chair out for me and kissing my rosy cheek.

 We dined like royalty, sipping gracefully at our glasses of wine as we spoke about our days. James rambled about building his own house and I pretended to be interested in his plans. Occasionally, he would reach for my hand, tugging it across the table and pressing a kiss to the back of it whilst staring into my eyes. I smiled and swatted my hand at him, flustered at his sudden public display of affection. And just to make me even more flustered he reached underneath the table and brushed his fingertips along the inside of my knee, causing me to squeal. It was all innocent and I intended to keep it that way for as long as possible. 

 As we pulled up to my house, James reached into the back of the car and pulled out the bouquet of flowers he had for Mother before stepping out of the car and quickly rounding it to open my door. I thanked him quietly and we walked to the door. 

 I watched as he and my mother made lighthearted conversation, removing my thin sweater, gloves, and purse and hanging them by the door. I admired the way James spoke to people. He was very well put together and I was lucky to be with him. He was considerate of everyone around him, not just himself. He was every girl’s dream.

 After Mother busied herself with finding a container for the flowers, James returned to my side, gently wrapping his arm around my waist and pressing a kiss to my cheekbone.

“Let’s go out on the porch.” He whispered into my ear and I looked up at him. His demeanor had changed slightly. He seemed slightly less playful than he had been before.

 “Okay,” 

 Stepping out into the night, the chilled summer breeze caressed my skin, causing a slight shiver to creep down my spine. I leaned myself against the railing surrounding the porch, gazing out into the silence as James pressed himself behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. He dropped his chin onto my shoulder, lips ghosting the side of my neck, 

“Did you enjoy dinner?” He asked, inhaling the scent of my shampoo subtly. I hummed in affirmation, subconsciously leaning my head to one side as he nosed at my skin. We stayed like that for a few moments, just basking in the calm night until he spoke again.“I need to ask you something,”

I turned around when he said that, my back pressed against the railing as I furrowed my brow slightly,“What is it?”

He breathed in deeply and took both my hands into his,“I know we haven’t known each other for very long a-and I don’t need an immediate answer, but…” He reached into his pocket, clutching something in his hand tightly, “Ever since I laid eyes on you for the first time, I knew I had to have you. I truly believe you are my soulmate and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

 I watched apathetically as he kneeled in front of me, holding up a small box with a large diamond ring nestled inside. He continued to speak, but his words were drowned out from the sound of my thumping heartbeat. I didn’t want to marry him. I wasn’t in love with him.

 He finished speaking, his hand still clutching mine tightly as he watched me closely. I didn’t have to hear him to know what he had asked.

No

“Yes.”

As soon as he processed the word that had wheezed passed my lips, his arms were around me, spinning me in a circle. 

“Oh, I’m so glad you said yes,” He whispered, still holding me tightly. His spinning came to a gentle halt and he set me down onto my feet again, cupping my face with his hands and kissing me tenderly. I took a deep breath, faking a smile as he pulled away and wrapped his arms around me once again. My arms circled his neck and looked straight ahead of me to the yard expecting darkness to stare back; but I was met with a pair of familiar eyes. I knew those eyes. Those large, green eyes that lit up anytime I was around. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes. Alex’s eyes. 

 He was covered in grime from head to toe, still wearing his uniform. The small bouquet of wildflowers that he clutched in his hand fell to the ground as we made eye contact and then he was gone. Turning quickly and disappearing into the shadows, leaving the slightly wilted flowers in the dirt. I had no time to react, one thing replaying in my mind. Alex was alive.

-

and ofc, thank u to my wonderful beta readers @goldenfeelin , @queeniebish , @youflower-youfeast , and @m-ram21 !!! 

taglist: @httpsmoony @summer-evening-harry

[5sospenguinqueen]

PROMISES ~ FARRIER IMAGINE [DUNKIRK]

TITLE: Promises

SUMMARY: You're a nurse and you're engaged to Farrier before you get drafted to help in Dunkirk. You were on the ship that goes down in the beginning and Alex, Tommy and Gibson help you. There will be a happy ending

CHARACTER: Farrier

FANDOM: Dunkirk

WARNING: Fluff towards the end. Long ass imagine. Shitty writing 

''Everything is going to be okay, love. We'll see each other soon.''

"Do you promise?"

"I promise.''

You were currently on a ship, surrounded by wounded soldiers. It had been two weeks since you'd last since Farrier, your fiancée, but in that time you had managed to help many privates.

  However, you'd seen a Spitfire go down just before you go on the ship, and you were petrified that it was Farrier. Even though you knew that there was a huge possibility that Farrier wasn't even in one of those Spitfires. That didn't stop you from worrying.

You could see the German planes and quickly covered your ears, knowing that in about three seconds you'd hear the dreaded boom of the bombs. A bomb exploded near the ship but you weren't sure if the bomb had hit the ship or not. You soon found out.

"Abandon ship!" A private yelled as one side of the boat started to sink down.

Springing into action, you jump up and make sure that the stable, wounded soldiers had lifejackets on, and that someone helped them off the boat.

"Miss, it's hopeless, they're going to die. Save yourself. Jump." The green eyed soldier, who had been sitting across from you, told you.

You did as he said and grabbed your lifejacket. The soldier helped you over the side of the boat and as you hit the water, you heard a splash beside you. The green eyed soldier, that told you to jump, helped you to swim over to the wooden beams where some other soldiers had already taken safety.

 A young solider helped you up and you thanked him over and over. Looking around, it looked like you were the only nurse that had survived from that ship. A lot of privates had lost their lives as well and you could see bodies and stretchers floating atop the water.

"We'll get you on another ship." A Lieutenant called down to us. The soldier that helped me looks at his friend, and then they both dunk themselves into the water.

"Here, have a blanket. Go down there, there's tea and food waiting for you." A nurse smiles at us.

Alex, the green eyed soldier, goes down first and I follow, eager to get out of the cold air but no so eager to go into a confined space on a ship. I notice that the young private follows us but not his friend.

" Oi, where's your friend gone?" Alex asks the young solider, with a mouthful of bread and jam.

"Charming Alex." You mutter.

The private shoots you a cheeky grin.

"Looking for a quick way out, in case we go down." He replies, walking towards the only door that has already been shut. Alex goes back for four more slices of bread and somewhere in that time I learn that the young soldiers name was Tommy. Suddenly, the floor is covered in water. Panicked shouts of soldiers start to fill the air.

"We've been hit. And we're taking on water quickly." You state the obvious. "We need to get that door open now."

The three of you start to make to the door but before you can get close enough to open it, you're submerged under the water. Alex tries to keep you close but you lose both him and Tommy. You can see a light up ahead and you figure that someone opened the door. You start kicking upwards, trying to get out the door. Air hits you and oxygen fills your lungs as a private helps you up out of the water. You barely have time to catch your breath before he helps you over the side and yet again, you're back in water. You don't see Tommy or Alex anywhere but you know that you have to get out of there quickly before the ship goes down or explodes.

You don't know how long you'd been swimming or even how far you'd swum. But you did know that the sun had risen and you were nowhere near the beach. Eventually, your limbs are too heavy and tired to keep going so you just float there, in the middle of the ocean and hope that death comes quickly.

Luckily, a boat spots you and a young boy helps you aboard. The young boy hands you a blanket and a cup of tea.

"Thank you so much. The ship I was on went down and I couldn't find anyone. I'm Y/N."

"No problem. I'm Peter. That's my father. And we're not sure who he is." Peter nods his head to the soldier sat in the corner staring out at the sea blankly.

"We found him stranded on a piece of boat all alone."

"Shell shock." You note.

"I'm sorry Miss. I know you've been through a lot but my friend he's injured and I was wondering if you could help him." Peter asks.

"Peter, she's been through a lot. Leave her alone." His father warns.

"No. Of course I'll check him over. It's my job." You smile, setting down your tea and unwrapping yourself from the blanket.

Peter leads you to the poor boy lying on the floor and just looking at him, you can tell it's bad. Peter explains what happened with the soldier.

  "Hello, can you hear me? I'm here to help you. Can you tell me your name?" You ask the poor boy.

"G-George." He chokes out.

"Okay George. I'm going to help you, and I know it's hard but you need to do everything I tell you, okay?"

All you had in response was a groan.

"Can you help him?" Peter asks.

"I can give him a day, a day and a half at a push but he needs serious medical help. And fast. Now I need you to get some thing for me."

"Sure. What do you need?"

"I need caffeine tablets, hot salt water, a clean rag, a clean bandage and a pillow or folded blanket." You bark.

Luckily, Peter came back with all of those things.

"Thankfully Dad still had some of these on the boat." He says tossing you the tablets.

"Okay George. I'm going to need to move you over a bit, just onto a pillow. Do you think you can do that for me sweetie?" You ask.

George mumbles a yes.

"Okay. On three. One, two-" You quickly move him before three and once George is on the pillow, he lets out a small sigh.

"That was very good George. Now, I need you to tell me if you things are a bit blurry for you."

"It's not blurry." George answers. "Thank G-"

"In fact, everything is dark. I-I can't see." George says in a panic.

You swear under your breath.

"Okay. Everything is going to be fine George. But I'm going to need you to take these tablets dry for me okay. I can't give you any water. Can you do that for me?"

After a couple of attempts and many coughing, George finally gets the pills down him.

"You're doing great Sweetie. Now, I'm going to clean your wound and change your bandages. This is going to sting but just grip my hand as hard as you can." You give George your hand.

"George, you need to keep your eyes open. Just until I'm done." George obliges and ten minutes later, George lets out a small sigh of relief, his head freshly bandaged.

"I need you to call for me if anything changes. But, you're going to be okay." You tell the pale teenager.

"Do you promise?"

"I promise." You smile, remembering the same words being spoken between you and Farrier.

Climbing the stairs, you come back on to the deck of the boat.

"Thank you." Peter smiles gratefully.

"I can't do much more for him but keep giving him the tablets. He needs a hospital. Soon." You tell him. Peter nods gravely. "Is he going to be okay?" The soldier asks you.

"No, he's not." Peter says harshly.

"Peter! He'll be fine, I promise. It's just a little bump. He's going to be okay." You say soothingly.

"Ok. Good. Good." The soldier says before going to sit back down.

You'd been sailing for a while now. And you'd checked over the solider and made sure he was okay, no injuries. George was doing okay and he'd even told you that the darkness was a lot lighter, his vision hadn't returned but the light was a good sign.

"Dad, there's a Spitfire."

At those words, you rush to the side and see where Peter is pointing.

"Please Mr Dawson. You have to help him. You have to." You plead. Once you come up beside the Spitfire, you notice the pilot struggling to open the cockpit.

"Get me something heavy. Now." You say frantically and Peter hands you a thick pole.

Using all your might, you smash down onto the glass and eventually the glass breaks. Peter rushes over to help the pilot into the boat.

"Afternoon." You hear a familiar face say and soon you see the familiar blond fringe that belongs to your best friend.

"Collins!" You scream and jump at him. Collins wraps his arms around you in a tight hug and you two stay like that for a couple of minutes.

"Y/N! You're alive! And okay!"

"Yeah. I can't believe your here. But that means-" You trail off knowing that Farrier is apart of Collins' team.

"Y/N, he's okay. He's still up there." Collins points to the Spitfire in the distance. You let out a sigh of relief until you hear the dreaded word 'but'.

"But a bullet hit his gallons gage. I don't know how many gallons he has left but it was 15 before I crashed." Collins tells you.

You don't have much time to process this information because you hear your name being faintly called.

  "Hey George. How are you feeling?" You say softly.

"Much better tanks to you Y/N. But I'm so thirsty." George whimpers.

"I know sweetie. But I'm so sorry. I can't give you any water in case the fluid goes to your brain." You explain.

"I understand." George looks crestfallen. You give the boy a sweet smile and a kiss on the forehead before heading back on deck.

You can hear Peter telling Collins about what happened to George and you go and stand at the edge of the boat looking at home getting further and further away.

"It's not his fault." You tell Collins as he joins you.

"I know." Collins says clearly just agreeing so no arguments ensued.

"It's not. He's shell shocked. He's been through worse than hell." You defend the shivering solider.

"Trust me, you would be like that too if you'd seen some of the stuff I have. I know it's not easy being in a plane either but you haven't been down there. The blood. The bodies. The bombs. I've almost died twice today and I've lost people." You rant on before Collins wraps his arms around you in a hug and you break down sobbing.

"I know. Honestly, you're right. I haven't been through a fraction of what you have and I'm scarred. I dread to think what that soldier's been through. You're right, it's not his fault."

    For the rest of the day, you were on autopilot. Constantly checking on George, making tea and just making sure everyone was okay. It wasn't until early night that you got closer to the beach. By that time, another boat full of people had been bombed and oil had spilt into the ocean. Peter, Collins and the soldier were busy helping people into the boat and you were checking everyone for injuries. "Hey, be careful down there." You hear Peter yell.

You quickly rush over to see what's going on.

"Mate, he looks half dead."

"Yeah, well he's not. SO BE BLOODY CAREFUL!" You scream at them. You rush down to check on George.

"George, sweetie?" You ask.

"Yeah." He groans back.

"I need to slide you over to the side. Just to make room for some soldiers. Is that okay?"

"Mhm." You slide George over gently, causing some groans of pain but he quickly assures you that he's okay.

"Listen up! If he says anything, groans, coughs, sneezes or even breathes differently. You come and find me. If anything happens, you find me! If you fail to do so, I will make Dunkirk look like a walk in the park! Got it?!" You bark at the soldiers.

There's a nod of heads and collective murmur of yes. You go to walk back up the stairs when you hear someone call your name. You turn around to see two faces covered in oil but a familiar pair of green eyes.

"Alex? Tommy?" You ask. When they both nod you throw your arms around their necks and pull them into a hug.

"Are you okay? Are you injured?" You ask checking them over.

"No. We're fine. We were so worried about you when we couldn't find you after the ship went down. We were so afraid that you'd-" Tommy trails off.

"I was fine. I got picked up by this boat. I'm so glad you're alive." You go to say more but Collins calls your name and you rush back on deck.

The sun had risen and you see a Spitfire tailing a German plane. However, something sees off about the Spitfire.

"Collins, is that Farrier?" You ask, a hint of desperation creeping into your voice. All you get in reply is a nod.

"Wait, his propellers aren't going. He's run out of fuel!" You realise.

Collins says nothing.

Farrier stays on the enemy's tail and you can see the German plane heading for a ship full off privates.

"Come on Farrier." You hear Collins mutter again and again with angst. Everyone on deck is focussed on the two planes. The Spitfire takes a shot and it hit it's target as the German plane starts to go down. The men on the boat all let out cheers but you stay silent as you focus on the Spitfire getting lower and lower. Reaching up to your necklace, you play with your engagement ring that is secured safely on the end of the chain.

  Yet, you don't see a parachute or even a pilot appear.

"Collins. What is he doing why isn't he jumping?! COLLINS!" You yell frantically. "It's going to be okay Y/N. He'll jump."

"Do you promise?"

However, Collins doesn't reply and the boat gets further and further away.

  And the Spitfire gets lower and lower.

And Farrier doesn't jump out.

You let out a scream of emotional pain and break down crying in Collins' arms. Soldiers move away from you to let you sink down to the floor. Collins stays with you and sometime in the night, you're aware of a blanket being draped over you.

You don't sleep that night, you just stare out at the water and the fading beach. You're aware of the soldier, that was here when you were rescued, sitting down next to you but neither of you say a word. He just wraps an arm around your shoulder and that's all the comfort both of you need.

It's mid morning by the time you arrive at the docks and you lose track off Alex, Tommy and the soldier but you check on George and make sure he gets off first. "Peter!" You call to the blond boy before he gets off the boat.

 "Here." You say thrusting a piece of paper at him. "This is my telephone number. Please, I'm begging you. If anything happens to George. Anything. If he lives, dies, goes under surgery. Call me. Please." You plead.

"Of course. Thank you so much for everything Y/N." Peter says.

"I should be thanking you. You saved my life." You kiss Peter on the cheek before Collins guides you off the boat and to the train.

Luckily, you walk past Alex and Tommy on the train. Although, Tommy is passed out.

"May I sit here, private?" You ask Alex.

Alex looks up on smiles when he sees you quickly moving up so that you can sit by here. Collins sits on one of the seats on the other side.

"Oh Y/N! There you are. I tried to look for you after I got off the boat but there were so many people." Alex explains.

"It's okay. I tried to look for you too." The pair of you talk about going home and your past lives, before the war for a while before Alex tells you about his worries. "We're going to be shunned. We'll be hated."

"No you won't. Why would you?"

"We're not heroes. We didn't do anything." Alex says sombrely.

"You are a hero. You did so much by just surviving. And you are definitely a hero. You saved my life Alex, remember? You got me off that ship. You got me to safety. You're a hero to me." You smile at the boy.

"Thanks Y/N." Alex gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. You rest your head on his shoulder and drift off to sleep. You don't wake up until someone shakes you awake.

"We've arrived home Y/N." Collins says.

"Oh. Where's Tommy?" You ask.

"He didn't want to wake you. Well, Collins told him not to." Alex explains.

"Ah right. Well, I guess this is goodbye. Thank you Alex. For saving my life. Twice." You whisper whilst hugging me.

"Please. Write me. And goodbye Y/N." Alex says slipping a piece of paper into your hand.

"You sure you're okay?" Collins asks you over lunch.

"Collins, it's been two weeks. And no news. I just need to accept that he's gone. It hurts but I'll be okay." You voice breaks whilst you say it, and you can tell that Collins doesn't believe it but he lets you go.

"So, you still thinking of opening up a flower shop?" Collins asks quickly changing the topic.

"Yeah, I really think it'll be good for me. After Dunkirk, I don't think I want to be a nurse anymore. I mean, sure, saving lives was good and rewarding but I don't want to be reminded of that every time I see blood or an injured person. And I wrote Alex about he and he thought that it was a good idea."

"Then I support it. How is Alex anyway?"

"He's doing alright. Says his mum and sister have been spoiling him." You laugh.

"That's good. Anyway, I got to go. My mum needs my help painting. We still on for breakfast tomorrow?" Collins asks.

"Of course. See ya." You give Collins a kiss on the cheek and a hug as he leaves. You and Collins saw each other every day to make sure you were both okay and it helped you both a little to move past the events of Dunkirk.

Casting a glance at the picture of Farrier, you dash out of your bedroom and to the phone on the landing.

"Hello." You greet.

"Um hi. Is this Y/N?" You hear a male's voice on the other end.

"Yes. I'm Y/N?" You say dumbly.

"Hi! It's George. You kind of saved my life."

"George! You're okay?! It's so good to hear from you." You exclaim.

"Yeah. The docs patched me up. They said that if you hadn't done what you did. I wouldn't be here right now. I'm so grateful to you." "I was just doing my job. And I definitely wasn't about to let you die."

"Well, I just want you to know that I'm extremely grateful to you. And so are my parents. In fact, they'd love to meet you. Would you be interested in coming down here for a couple of days and meeting them? And so that I can see the woman who saved my life?" George lets out a nervous chuckle.

"Yes, of course that sounds wond- Wait, did you say see?!" You exclaim happily.

"Yeah! They managed to fix my sight. I now have fully functioning eyes. Still have to wear reading glasses though." George grumbles.

You let out a chuckle at the boy's words.

"Anyway, would you be able to come next week? Maybe Tuesday to Friday? We can arrange train ride and you can stay with us? Bring your boyfriend if you have one?" George rambles.

"Whoa, calm down kid. Is this okay with your parents?" You ask.

"Yeah of course. They're the ones that suggested it. They'd really like to meet you in person. I wouldn't be standing here if it wasn't for you. And I also really want to meet you properly. And I think Peter wouldn't mind seeing you again." George states. You hear a noise and then a groan come from George.

"Then sure, call me back tomorrow with the details."

"Yes! Thank you! Talk to you tomorrow. See you soon. Bye." George yells excitedly.

"Bye George." You giggle before the phone disconnects.

Thump! You hear a noise come from downstairs, followed by a string of curses and quickly grab the closest object, a vase, before slowly making your way downstairs. You see a tall frame stood staring at the picture of you and Farrier hung on the wall.

When you realise who it is you drop the vase in shock causing the man stood in front of you to turn around.

"Farrier?" You ask in shock before throwing yourself at him and kissing him.

"Easy love. You're gonna strangle me to death." He laughs.

Before you can stop yourself, you start sobbing. Farrier takes your head in both hands and wipes your tears away with his thumbs.

"Hey pretty girl. Don't cry. I'm right here." Farrier soothes.

"I-I thought you were dead." You sob.

"I'm right here baby." Farrier whispers in your ear.

"And I'm not leaving you ever again."

"You better not." Farrier lets out a chuckle and before you can do anything else, he reaches up to your neck and pulls your necklace off. You stand there frozen in shock not really sure what just happened.

"I believe this belongs somewhere else." Farrier jokes holding up your engagement ring. You let out a little giggle.

"I'm going to marry you. And we're going to start a beautiful family. And have lots of dogs and loads of beautiful babies." Farrier whispers, sliding the ring onto your finger.

"Don't forget Collins. He'll get upset if we don't include him." You joke.

"Of course. We can't forget Collins. I will love you until my last dying breath."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."