#robert leckie x nurse!reader

[mads-weasley]

Crazy

Robert Leckie x Nurse!Reader

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A/N: Hey y'all! This is apart of the HBO War Secret Santa 21'! This is especially for@multifandomlover01! Merry Christmas! I hope you like it! As always, the only character I own is (y/n). The rest belong to HBO!

Summary: While in the hospital on Banika, Leckie meets and befriends (y/n), a nurse who's in charge of his care. Taking an interest in the soldier, she discovers there is more than meets the eye when it comes to the charming machine gunner.

Warnings: mentions of vomit, blood, enuresis, tooth rotting fluff?

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/h/c) - your hair color

Robert Leckie was miserable. No, miserable was an understatement. The constant island hopping and generally terrible conditions were greatly affecting him, as they did everyone else. What didn't affect everyone else, however, was the terrible enuresis he had been suffering from since Cape Gloucester. He would go to sleep dry, or as dry as one could be in the jungle, and wake up wet. This constant cycle was enough to get him sent off the line to a hospital in Banika to help this condition he had been suffering from.

After checking into the hospital and getting stripped for any "dangerous" items he could hurt himself with, he took his place on an empty cot. Looking around at the soldiers in the hospital with him, he soon realized this was a psych hospital for people he thought were crazy. It made sense why they took his belt and razor blades now. His mind kept repeatedly asking himself, 'Why am I here?' He knew he wasn't crazy, so why did everyone else think he was?

That night was relatively hard for the machine gunner. His thoughts were stuck on his current situation and his friends on the front lines. Deep down, he was relieved he was off that horrid island, away from death lurking around every corner. When he did happen to doze off, his dreams drifted to the jungles of Guadalcanal.

He shot awake, glistening with sweat, and felt the all too familiar damp feeling of the sheets beneath him. Swallowing his pride, he told a nearby hospital attendant what had happened, and they said someone would be there shortly. When he heard footfalls behind him, he didn't bother turning around before snapping at the figure, expecting it to be Ruttinger.

"Where were you, huh? You wer-"

A feminine voice cut him off. "You're not my only patient, ya' know?"

"Sorry, ma'am. I thought you were someone else." He said turning around and quickly standing up as his face reddened.

When he laid eyes on the mysterious figure, he felt his heart drop to his stomach. Never had he seen a woman as beautiful as the one standing before him. Not even Vera Keller rivaled her smooth skin and bright smile. Her nurse's uniform was so pristine and her (y/h/c) was styled in soft curls falling from beneath her cap. He's disrupted from his staring by a small laugh.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer....." She prompted for his name, raising an eyebrow.

"Leckie. Robert Leckie. B-But you can call me Bob.""

"Okay, Robert. Here is your new clothes. I'll put on the new sheets while you go change."

The reality of the situation feels like a slap to the face as his already rosy blush deepens to blood red shade. He couldn't believe the first interaction he'd had with a beautiful women in years was when he'd literally wet the bed. He vowed to never tell Chuckler or Hoosier about this, knowing they'd torment him eternally for it.

"I'm sorry ma'am."

She just held up a hand as she started stripping the sheets off the bed. "You're fine. You couldn't help it. Anyways, it's my job. This is nothing compared to some of the other things that have happened to me."

"What....other things?"

"Well, I've been puked on, bled on, and my personal favorite, had crap wiped on me."

Groaning at her last statement, he turned and started walking towards the bathroom to change. "And that's my queue to leave."

The laugh that escaped her lips brought a smile on the young man's face. He couldn't resist the urge to glance back at her small figure.

"Thank you...." This time it was his turn to learn her name.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n). Of course, and goodnight, Bob."

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

With a nod, he entered the bathroom, heart racing. After changing, he expected her to still be there, but she was nowhere in sight. As he settled in bed, his thoughts were filled with the beautiful nurse, rather than the horrors that he had witnessed during the war. He drifted to sleep this way, dreaming of his nurse.

~

As the days went by, (y/n) had been by several times to check up on the Philadelphian. Each time, they had normal conversations as if they weren't in a hospital on a small island in the Pacific, in the middle of a world war. These talks consisted of talking about where they were from and different things they liked. She loved to read, and they had numerous discussions about which authors were the best.

When he divulged that he was a writer, and many other unique details about himself, she felt something stir inside her. She had developed a crush on the sarcastic and charming soldier. Every time they spoke, both wished it could last forever, but sadly, she did have other patients to attend to.

Little did she know, he was feeling the exact same way. Vera Keller had completely vanished from his thoughts and (y/n) took her place in the forefront of his mind. Surprisingly, they had a lot in common, and her spunky attitude drew him in closer with every word that left her mouth. He couldn't help but smile every time she walked in the room or when she would start talking animatedly about something she was passionate about. There was no denying that his kind nurse could make his heart skip a beat and butterflies flutter around his stomach.

~

One day, when she went to check on him, he was laying on his pillow, just staring blankly at the ceiling. This was completely out of the ordinary. Normally, Bob would shoot up and make a snarky comment the second the young woman would walk in the room. But that day, he showed no interest in anything. Concerned, she slowly walked to his cot and sat down on the edge of it. She opened her mouth to question him but she was abruptly cut off.

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

She was so taken aback by the question, it took her a few seconds to fully process what had been said.

"Of course I don't think you're crazy." She said in a soft voice.

Finally sitting up and looking over at her, he lets out a huff of air. "Why am I here, then? Why aren't I with the other normal soldiers? I-I mean, there has to be something wrong with me, right?"

"Robert Leckie," she started, gently cupping his cheeks, "You are not crazy. You're just as sane as I am."

Closing his eyes, he leaned into her soothing touch, placing one of his hands over her much smaller one. "How do you know that?"

"I just do."

Both of them started slowly inching towards the other and he softly moved his other hand to push a stray hair behind her ear before placing it on the curve of her jaw. They both knew what would happen next, and neither one cared to stop it. Merely inches away, she could feel his warm breath on her face. She closed her eyes, willing her heart to take control, but a split second before their lips meet, the all too familiar call for a nurse echoes through the hospital.

At the call, both freeze. Robert opens his eyes to see a frustrated look on (y/n)'s normally calm face. As much as he wants this moment to continue, he knows it's her job.

"Go," he whispers.

With a short huff, she takes off running towards the source of the call. As soon as she's out of sight, he flops back down on his pillow, letting out a groan as an unfamiliar voice speaks from beside him.

"So close, buddy. So close."

Leckie turns on his side and sees the owner of the voice on the cot next to him. Chuckling, he realized this guy had a front row show of the whole ordeal.

"Yep. So close." He finally responded.

~

The next few days, he didn't see (y/n) at all, and he was starting to worry about her. It was during this time that the head doctor gave him the go-ahead to go back to the 1st Marines. He was excited to go back and see his friends, but was also disappointed that he didn't get to share anymore moments with the lovely nurse (y/l/n).

When the time for him to leave had come, he was about to get in the jeep when he heard it. It was faint, but it was there. Someone was calling his name. There was only one person who it could be, and the mere thought of her brought a smile to his face. Turning around with his bag in hand, he saw her running towards him.

Right before she reached him, he dropped the bags and wrapped his arms around her when her body collided with his. Pulling away from their hug, she tugged him town towards her by his uniform. Their lips collided and he quickly placed his hands on her cheeks as they shared a kiss that said a million unsaid words and thoughts. Whistles and hoots broke out around them, but they were too caught up in the moment to care. When the kiss broke, both were out of breath. The driver honked and called out to them.

"Sorry, man, but you've got a plane to catch."

With a sigh, he pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her. "You better write me, Nurse (y/l/n)."

"And you better not go crazy without me, PFC Leckie."

"I thought you knew?" He questioned with a cheeky smile.

"Knew what?"

"You're the one who makes me crazy."

[floralfloyd]

Merry Christmas (War is Over)

Pairing - Robert Leckie x Reader

Word Count: 1.898

Notes: This is my HBO War Secret Santa entry for @embersjanuary. I do hope you enjoy it!

Plot Line: Christmas 1945, war is finally over and while looking after Y/N’s niece, Robert starts to have dreams of his own family. What does this mean? Is it too soon?

Robert Leckie had always planned to get a home of his own as soon as he returned from The Pacific, living with his parents was slowly beginning to ware away at his tether. It was even more laid in concrete when on the ship ride home, the blue eyed sweet talking private managed to capture the heart of a Navy Nurse by the name of Y/F/N Y/L/N. Her presence was like the sunshine after a storm, always taking time to spend with him when she was off duty. Private Leckie truly was so smitten that he invited the Y/H/C girl to live with him once they got back to the states. As his mother always liked to remind him that a home wasn’t a home without a woman’s touch.

Christmas was slowly approaching, houses and streets clothed with bright lights and decorations. Small children with gleeful smiles as they clung to their mothers’ hands and a giant lollipop in the other. It would be the first Christmas after the end of the war, something Y/N was looking forward to.

Doris, Y/N older sister had booked the weekend away with her husband and in turn asked her younger sister to babysit, she had already talked it over with Bob who was happy to have Little Catherine over for a few days.

At first, it was a totally new experience for the two. Being the youngest of his siblings, Robert had never had experience of looking after a child and Y/N was in a similar boat. The first time the blue-eyed sportswriter changed diaper, he managed to put it on backwards which made his girlfriend laugh. It was a learning experience for sure, even if it wasn’t their own child.

It was a Sunday, the New Jersey winter outside was a harsh and cold contrast to the warmth inside the Leckie household. Festive season was here once again, and the massive open fire crackled away as it burned the wooden logs that piled high inside its casing. The glow and warmth making a homey feel to the small house that sat at the end of the street.

Soft sounds of music floated through the room from the wireless that sat in the corner, its dulcet tones seemed to soothe the small infant that found solace in the young girl’s arms.

Robert had been out at baseball game no doubt to gather content for his column in the Associate Press. That left the two girls to relax at home after a busy day before filled with decorating the house for Christmas and a sleepless night had by Catherine.

It wasn’t long before the peace and tranquillity was interrupted by soft cries. Y/N’s Y/E/C opened from their forty winks as Catherine made it known she was upset. The young infant had already been fed and changed; hunger wasn’t the cause of her disturbance. It seemed some problem solving would have to be put into play.

As Y/N stood up, she began to rock the young girl in a gentle manner. Her voice as soft as cotton candy and as wispy as clouds on a warm summer’s day. It was a song her own mother would sing to her when she was a babe.

“Sleep my baby on my bosom

 Catherine’s tiny hand wrapped around Y/N’s pinkie as she gazed up in wonder. There was no doubt that the young infant was Doris’s spitting image. As she sang and rocked the baby to calm her cries, Y/N began to imagine what life would be like if her and Bob had a child of their own, piercing blue eyes courtesy of their father, a feature of Robert’s that made Y/N’s heart swoon each time she looked into them. Robert reading his sport columns as a small baby falls asleep on his chest…

Round thee mother’s arms are folding

In her heart a mother’s love

There shall no one come to harm thee

Naught shall ever break thy rest

Sleep my darling babe in quiet

Sleep on mother’s gentle breast.

Sleep serenely, baby, slumber

Lovely baby, gently sleep;

Tell me wherefore art thou smiling

Smiling sweetly in thy sleep?

Do the angels smile in heaven

When thy happy smile they see?

Dost thou on them smile while slumb’ring

On my bosom peacefully.”

 She was in so much of a daze that she didn’t realise that Robert had arrived back home. The male knew better than to call out like he normally would when Catherine wasn’t there in case, she was having a nap in her bassinet but what he didn’t expect to see was the heart melting sight of his love rocking a tiny infant as she sang.

 Leaning gently against the door frame to the living room, Bob stood quietly as he watched on with a grin on his face. There was just something about the way Y/N reacted around Catherine, as if she was a natural at playing the mother figure even when the young darling would be stubborn about not having a bath. The youngest Leckie had never heard her sing either, it was like she had a hidden talent, too bashful to reveal.

 Soon the whimpering cries began to settle into a sleep filled silence, Cathy had fallen back to sleep, giving Y/N the chance to lay her in her bassinet and make a start on that evening’s dinner.

 As she turned around, her Y/E/C coloured eyes caught the leaning figure by the door. Her cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson. She had been unaware that he’d been there watching her.

Warm and cozy will it prove

 “How long have you been standing there?” she asked softly, her hands on her hips for a second before she moved forward to greet him with a kiss.

 Robert kissed her cheek back before he answered her, his blue eyes rushed with love and a newfound appreciation for the girl in front of him. “Long enough to see how perfect you are with her, it’s as if you’re a natural”

 “As if, I am a natural and you are too, despite putting a diaper on back to front” her arms wrapped around his torso, the two looked like a pair of penguins trying to keep warm in the cold. She wasn’t lying, it seemed that Robert had taken to looking after Catherine like a duck to water.

 He chuckled softly as he swayed them both together along to the song on the wireless. Robert knew that what he was going to say next could either be taken the way he wanted it to, or she could react badly to it.

 “Well, I was thinking…” he began as he looked down into her Y/E/C eyes.

 “Oh, no, this could be dangerous” the female joked as she light heartedly tickled his sides, laughing as she watched him squirm a little under her touch.

 “Careful, don’t make me tickle you like I did that time you laughed till you cried” he smirked knowing she hated being tickled. “As I was saying…I was thinking…I know we haven’t been dating long and have rushed into living together, not to mention it’s not the traditional way of things but if war ever taught me anything, it’s to grab life by both hands and live each day as if its your last…” He began to ramble on.

 She moved her hand down to interlock with his. “Bob, you’re rambling again” It was really confusing her at what he was getting at until the shilling dropped but she stayed quiet, waiting to see if what she was thinking was really what he was getting at.

 Bashfully looking down, the brunette composed himself before giving her hand a squeeze. “What I was going to say was I think we should try for our own” his voice was hopeful as he watched for her reaction.

 Y/N was a little stunned into silence, sure she had thought about being married first but the past few days with little Cathy was truly opening her eyes to being a mother. She watched as her silence began to make Robert think that he had taken a step to far.

 “Sweetheart, you don’t know how much this means to me” she spoke as both her hands move to his cheeks, gently caressing them as small tears beaded at her eyes. “I’ve found myself drifting into this daydream of what life would be like with a baby Leckie around here, might make this little ol’ house homier. My thoughts wander to days of family picnics in the park, you falling asleep with an infant on your chest, Hoosier and the boys visiting their niece and summer BBQ’s”

 Y/N had never seen Robert so emotional as he was standing there before her. She knew he had seen a lot with his time out in The Pacific but to see how emotional he was getting with the talk of starting a family was truly melting her heart. She knew he was the one, they had both survived the war and now wanted to bring a life into the world.

 In one swift movement, Robert had picked Y/N off her feet and twirled her around happily. The two being careful not to make too much noise that they woke Catherine from her sleep in the adjacent room.

 “Bob!” she squeaked softly as she held onto him and laughed happily. “You do realise that we need to delay when we start until Doris picks Cath later, wouldn’t want to ruin her innocence this early on because we both know if she meets Lew or Bill, that it’ll be game over for her”

 The male placed her back down on her feet again as he couldn’t help but chuckle again. “You’d be surprised, Hoosier is pretty good at watching his mouth around kids. Heard him and Victoria had a run in at her mothers with some neighbourhood kids.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow a little at his words, she had to remind herself that she really needed to invite the couple down for a weekend. Y/N had met Victoria through Robert, she was a corpsman who served with H Company, the only one in out of Bob’s tightly knit friend group who had managed to get to Okinawa before being sent home. Something the girl held tremendous respect for.

 “Didn’t stop him watching his mouth around Chuckler, did it? He’s pretty much a child” she joked as she leaned up to kiss his cheek. “As much as I like starving, I think that I’m going to make us some dinner”

 Y/N spent her time in the kitchen preparing dinner while Robert spent time in the living room watching over the sleeping angel. The smell of lasagne soon filled the small home, a recipe that she had learned from countless lessons from her mother.

 Table set and heap filled plates sat on the table as the Y/H/C moved through the house to tell Robert that his dinner was ready but as her slippered feet met the soft carpet of the living room, it was Y/N turn to have her heart melted; asleep on the couch lay Robert sound asleep with an equally sound asleep Catherine on his chest. Y/N removed the blanket from over the back of the armchair before draping it lightly over the two and returning to the kitchen to eat her own dinner.