requested by soft-for-mochi 'reader is a nurse and is in the oil water with tommy and alex. peter and his dad pick them up along with some others.' thank you for the request! again, i mainly write for tommy, so i hope you guys enjoy the variety of characters.

you had quickly grown close to your new friends, tommy and alex. you had been a nurse sent to dunkirk to help fight, and you had gotten lost in the middle of the fighting when tommy had found you. you two had failed to get on a boat multiple times, and had found alex along the way. the three of you had swam miles and miles and had been in a seperate boat only for it to get shot as well. now, you were nearly drowning, trying your hardest to hold your breath- knowing that above you was leaking oil and bombs. when the bombing stopped, tommy nudged your leg with his foot, signalling you to rise up for air. you hadn't been trained like the soldiers had, and you were having more struggle with holding your breath because of it.

when you did come up for air, you were sure that your face was now covered with oil, but you didn't care as you swam after tommy. the boat you were nearing was small, and already getting crowded with soldiers. when you reached the ladder, you placed your foot on it. you almost lost your balance, but soft hands rested on our waist, holding you steady. you looked up, and your eyes were met with a gorgeous face. he had blonde hair that was swept by the breeze, and ocean blue eyes that almost matched the haze of the dunkirk sky. you were, to say the least, speechless. you soon realized you'd been staring, and blushed, allowing him to pick you up by the waist and set you on the deck. "i'm peter." he spoke with a soft english accent. you smiled, reaching out to shake his hand.

"y/n." peter nodded with a smile, reaching towards a pile of towels. he grabbed one, reaching out to press it to your face. he looked up at you almost for confirmation, and you nodded. peter gently rubbed your face with the towel, removing the dark oil that had begun to stain it. the towel was soft and warm, and it made you feel comforted. "thank you." you smiled when he had finished, and the boy gave a small nod. "where are we going back to?"

"the train station." peter replied. "they're going to take the soldiers back home." he explained softly, sitting down on a bench. you joined him, wrapping a blanket around yourself. you shivered from the wind, but it felt better than the water that had been filling your lungs only minutes before. "hey," peter spoke softly, fingers resting on your chin to shift your gaze onto him, "you're safe now, and we're going to get you home."

his words were simple, but they made you feel safe. you nodded, resting your head onto his shoulder. you knew you shouldn't be so quick to trust people after all you'd been through with the war, but you couldn't help yourself. you and peter spent the rest of the boat ride laughing and talking about your lives before and during the war. and you found that his words were true. you were safe.