Summary: You’re in love with Bucky, and he’s in love with you. Too bad you’ve both convinced yourselves that the other couldn’t possibly feel the same. No matter how painfully obvious it is.
Warnings: toxic traits from everyone, nobody is perfect. cheating (or mentions of), but depending on who you’re rooting for you might not care, but still. loads of bad decisions but there’s defiantly character development. it’s a wip so if i forget to add something please politely let me know
AN: y’all remember alex summers from x men? don’t let this story fool you, i love him.
Prompt; “I’ve been fighting in this revolution before it could even be called that!” --- so basically this is mostly just reader (you), and how you made your way through the ages as a bad ass ;)
Pairing(s); Washington's x reader , hamilsquad x reader (platonic) , Ben Tallmadge x reader (platonic)
Warning(s); canon era , mostly just historical moments, fluff, angst at the end
A/N; this is maaaad old lol, but I finished it up? MOSTLY JUST READER , posted it because its the 444444thththththt
okay so if you haven't seen Turn; Washington Spies , do it because that show is highkey the shiiiit
March 5th, 1770 - Boston Massacre
(This is NOT completely historically accurate)
“I’ll be fine Martha, I swear” you whined, but the said woman only held you closer from where she had you wrapped up in her arms. You sighed, finally melting into her motherly touch, absorbing as much warmth from her as you could.
“I know, I just wish you’d stay here with us” she pouted, pulling away to caress your cheeks. You sighed but gave her a soft smile that would sooth her nerves for the most part. “You know how I feel about you going out there” she scolded.
“I won’t be gone long, besides- you two are the closest i have to family anyways” she smiled happily at you before another voice spoke from the other side of the room.
“Do they know your coming? Will you write once your safely there?” your attention turned to George’s voice as he came up from where he stood silently in the doorway. You rolled your eyes, of corse he would be the next one to baby you. That’s all they ever did to you.
“Of corse, what do I look like?” you teased, but it didn't sooth his worried lines, as he came up to envelope you in his arms. You immediately returned his hug, capturing the feeling as much as you could before you forced yourself to pull away. Knowing if you’d stayed up in his arms any longer you’d end up postponing your trip later than expected.
“Stay aware” were his words of warning, hand resting on your shoulder as he stared down at you with loving eyes. The love a father had for his daughter.
“Of corse”
“To YNN!” once in Boston you had met with Sam and Ben before running to the pub to celebrate your arrival. 3 pints in and you were standing on tables, screaming of freedom.
“-And to the revolution!” that caused the tavern to erupt into even more screams, the sound floating through the nights air. The screaming also catching a few unwanted attention from officers patrolling the streets.
“Whats going on in here?” a voice boomed through the shouting, almost silencing the crowd. You turned from where Ben had you up in his arms, he was introducing you to Sam Adams who was also fighting for a revolution. You both got along well, speaking passionately about freedom and starting a group of soldiers to help jumpstart the revolution.
Your eyes snapped over to the man standing in the doorway, his red jacket and powdered wig making him stand out in the sea of dark colors. He was glaring at a younger girl who was innocently trying to pass beers around to the men. You watched as the officer reached for the girl, but you spoke up before he could lay his hands on her.
“Dont touch her ass hole” all eyes seemed to turn to you, wide and stunned that it was a woman instead of a man. The officer glared at you before a sly grin curled at his lips, his hands going to his hips.
“- and what’ll you do, whore” the name rolled off his tongue like venom, and it made your blood hot with anger. Your hands clenched into fist as you stomped up to him, the crowd parting like the sea to allow you access. The look in your eye was dangerous, and you swore you saw the grin falter for a second before returning challengingly.
“I’ll make sure your head is wrapped up in a pretty bow for the king” you snarled. Thats what seemed to cause the chaos, one second you were inside the tavern, the next you were being dragged out into the streets.
“Unhand her!” Sam shouted, reaching for a bottle and throwing it nowhere. The bottle shattered in the street, causing other officers to halt there patrol and rush over. The crowd from inside poured out into the street, the shouting growing louder as people began to peek out from within there homes.
“Silence!” the officer who still gripped your arm, shouted but their screams never did. You took his distracted state and elbowed him in his side, kicking his knee in before running away. You faintly heard him shout ‘fire’ before the first shot rang out.
It was like a cannon going off in your ear as you watched a boy, no older than 15, hit the ground in a puddle of his own blood. You were so close, you felt the warmth of his blood splatter against your face. After that there was nothing but screams and gun shots that filled the air. You felt someone grip your arm, spinning around just int time for something to hit you across the face.
“This’ll teach you to interfere with a mans business” You growled, rolling away before he could stab you with his bayonet. You kicked him between the legs, spitting the mouthful of blood in his direction. While doing this you missed the other red coat who was trying to sneak up on you.
“Miss! Watch out!” you felt a hand grip your arm in time to dodge the business end of a bayonet. You blinked away your daze to see who your savior was, your eyes locking with a pair of hazel ones.
“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly, eyes darting all across your blood stained face. The gunshots seemed to be over, nothing left but soft cries and frantic shouting for doctors.
You looked back at the man who was holding your arms in his grip, a lost puppy look on his face as he studied you. You opened your mouth in response, but crumpled seconds after, clutching to your side in pain. When you pulled your hand away, blood coated your finger tips. “Not now..” you groaned a bit in annoyance. You must’ve been to into the fight to feel yourself being shot.
“Y-Your bleeding! We gotta get you to a doctor!” the man panicked, already looking around as if one would appear right before your eyes. You rolled your eyes at his lack of cool, and leaned back against the brick wall for support. You hissed as you pushed against your wound to at least cease the bleeding.
“Who are you..” you asked suddenly, his head whipping back to face you, a shadow casting across his face. His eyes flashed in your mind, a soft hazel with a face full of freckles to top it off.
“I-I’m John Lauren’s, I was passing by when the gun shots started” he explained, running a hand through his mess of curls. You nodded silently, hissing when the bullet in your side began to burn.
“You need a doctor, theres a hospital-”
“Don’t, just take me to the house down the street from here” you hissed out, the pain only increasing the longer he stood there and worried. He hesitated, but one look from you had him moving you towards a house were two men stood already standing on the doorstep. One of them perked up at the sight of you hanging off Johns arm, and rushed to meet the two of you.
“What the fuck happened?!” Sam growled at John who was handing you over to Ben who scooped you up into his arms. Sam grabbed the boy by the collar, a menacing look in his eyes as John stuttered, you quickly intervened.
“He’s John, h-he saved me” you breathed, groaning as your blood grew thicker the more it left your body. Ben gave Sam a look as if to back down, and with a sigh he tossed John away. The boy stumbled back, a worried look still plastered across his face as Ben disappeared inside with you in his arms. Samuel blonde his view from inside, crossing his arms over his chest to seem bigger, while narrowing his eyes down at him.
“Thanks a lot kid, but she’ll be fine, you did a good thing. Now go home” with that he stepped inside and slammed the door shut behind him.
December 16, 1773 - Boston Tea Party
“I say we go tonight, their’ll be less officers on patrol with the new shipment coming in from the east” Ben nodded in agreement while looking back at Sam who gave you a proud grin. He slapped you on the back as you blushed but smiled back just as bright.
“Right on YNN, you heard her lads, we move tonight”
The air was freezing, the water just barely well enough to sail across as you and the others boarded a small boat less to be seen. You opted out of dressing in Indians wear, choosing your revolutionary garments instead.
“Stay low, you never know who could be watching” you hissed quietly, the men nodded and kept there heads bowed and ears open for any movement. Sam and Ben rowing across as you looked around. Your eyes caught sight of a man in the far back, he much much larger than all the others, and you stifled a giggled as he attempted to make himself smaller.
“It’s okay, you’ll be our strongest man up there” You could tell he was startled from how he jumped, nearly rocking the boat to the side. He stuttered out useless words as you simply took a seat beside him.
He surly was bulky, with a strong frame, and dark skin that resembled rich soil. His deep brown eyes bored into your soul, but he looked down before you could look any longer. He was tense at the sudden attention you were giving him, going silent when you didn't question him on the color of his skin.
“I’m YN, but you can call me YNN, whats yours?” you asked as softly as you could. The others were murmuring softly amongst themselves, but he just fiddled with his fingers. You laid a hand over his, yours dwarfed in comparison to his. “..your allowed a voice when your around me” you reassured.
He looked at you hopefully, a small barrel noticeable smile on his face as he spoke as softly as he could. “M’ Hercules, ma’m, just Hercules” his voice was deep and sent shivers down your back as you smiled back at him. The smiled caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach but her forced them down knowing the consequences of his feelings.
“Well Hercules, I'm glad you could make it” you smiled, he nodded but went silent again. You took notice how he wasn't wearing much of anything to protect him from the cold. You removed the gray bundle from your head and handed it to him, the action surprising him.
“Here.. take this” you handed him the beanie, not knowing that this single article of clothing, he would hold dearly to him for the rest of his life. He stared down at the wool, running his calloused thumbs over the rough fabric.
“YN! We’re here” you snapped your head over to Sam and Ben who motioned you over. You patted Hercules on the back before giving him one last determined look, your signature look.
“We fight for this country Herc, for all of us”
He didn't know this would be the last time he’d see you for a long time. After the tea had been dumped into the harbor, you all ran and jumped over board before swimming back ashore where a crowd stood cheering loudly. He searched for you through the mass, but only caught a glimpse of you mounting your horse with a satisfactory smile. He tried calling out for you, but you were riding away into the night before you could be caught.
July 4th, 1776 - New York City
You were in New York with Sam, joining your father figure in the signing of the Declaration. You loved New York for the vibes it sent you. The streets were constantly filled with revolutionist, all fighting for the same cause as you.
In the years leading up to now, you’ve become a bit of a celebrity within the colonies. Citizens would stop you in the street just to discuss how happy and free they’ve felt after your acts of rebellion down in Boston. You couldn’t take full credit, if it weren't for all the connects you made in the years, you didn't know where you’d be.
But now that Boston was striving now without your aide, New York was the next best spot to spark more inspiration. Although you had to keep a low profile as of recently after being wanted all across by the king himself. Especially when there were loyalist still sneaking about willing to snitch you out.
“Ugh, another one..” Sam muttered, barely sparing the man a glance as he continued looking forward. You glanced over to the man standing on a soap box in the middle of the square. You could just barely make out the words he was saying, but a few stuck out to you. And not in a positive way.
“Head not the rebels, who scream revolution, they have not your interest at heart!”
You made a face of annoyance, not have there interest at heart? Who the fuck was this guy? Your jaw clenched in annoyance, staring across the square at where he continued to shout out in free speech. What angered you more was the crowd that seemed to surround him.
“Go on, I’ve never stopped you before, and I'm sure I could break you out of jail this time” Sam laughed, turning his back so he’d have deniability. You snickered before turning on your heel striding towards the action.
“You must not value your life if you speak of the king in front of a his worst enemy” the crowd parted at the sight of you, a few gasping and squealing like school girls at your presence. You slowly walked towards the soap box, climbing up and presenting an air of dominance that made the man cower.
“Excuse me-”
“You believe wrong if you think someone like me could give less of a rats ass about what you had to say” you sneered, the man stumbled back nearly falling off the makeshift stage. The crowd laughed at this as you turned to them, your signature adorning your face as you placed a hand on your hip.
“Who says that little island should mess with us?! I say we fight back, as a colony!” the crowd cheered loudly, you laughed loud as you scanned the group of newly rowdy rebels. You caught a pair of familiar faces who seemed just as happy to see you again as you.
“YN!”
You waved happily, but froze when you heard a sharp cough from behind you. You winced, turning slowly to the two officers who glared down at you, prepared to grab and arrest you.
“YN LN, you’re under arrest for-”
“Yea, yea I know, but you’ll have to catch me first~” you teased, dodging there hands and running right under there advances. You stole a glance back, sending a wink at the pair before disappearing around the corner.
October 17th , 1779
When you rejoined with George you were well into your position of fighting for the freedom of the colonies. You were rising up, everyone knew that and they supported it, only few disapproved but they never voiced it to you in your face. They’d rather keep their teeth.
“I’m gonna need a right hand man..” George began, your excitement escalating a bit as you leaned forward. He looked thoughtful, as if he even needed to think about it when you already knew the person for the job.
“Then let me be it!” you begged, startling him as he looked at you as if you had three heads. You looked so hopeful that if he were any other man, he’d laugh in your face. Except he only shook his head, having already had this conversation with you before. It was a typical argument, he always claimed your woman hood would through everyone off.
“We’ve discussed this already, YN” he returned to pacing his office while you huffed and stood up from your seat. You stood before him, his frame towering over you, but your hard gaze stopped his pacing.
“Then why can’t it be me!” you begged, but he just brushed past you, names and faces flashing across his mind for possible men. Your face appeared more time than he could count, but he couldn’t risk your safety in a mans war.
“You know why YNN, You’re just-”
“Just what? A woman? So what! I’ve done so much for this revolution! hell! I’ve been fighting it before it could even be called that!” you shouted now, your frustration building as he rolled his eyes and placed a hand on your arm. You glared up at him and stepped away, ignoring his sigh of annoyance.
“Go home, YNN” he finally muttered, walking towards his desk, a sign he was done arguing. but you sure as hell weren’t.
“No! Who better to command an army than me! I’ve fought plenty of red coats! I’ve-” you began to argue more, but his shoulders slumped in defeat knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“YNN..”
“I’ve worked so hard! you can't just-”
“YN”
“You can't just brush me aside! I thought I-”
“YN!”
“I thought you saw me as your daughter!”
There was a tense silence in the air now, tension thick as George slowly turned to face you now. You were breathing heavily, eyes blurry with tears. His eyebrows furrowed in guilt, his heart heavy as his mouth opened and closed with no words leaving them.
Your jaw clenched when Alexander entered the room, looking between the both of you confused. He opened his mouth to address the tension in the room when George spoke over him, using his General voice, as if nothing had just happened.
“Alexander, I was just discussing with YNN how well of a position you would fit..” you felt your hands ball up in fist, your eyes trained on a spot on the ground. Alex looked over to you, excited, but clearly still worried about sudden silence. You never were one for silence, always needing to involve your opinion over everyone else.
“What position is that, sir?”
“I want you to be my right hand man..” the words left his mouth so easily you felt as if a ton had been dropped on your heart. You bit your lip to hold back a frustrated shout, but you just opted to snap your glare up at them.
George had a hand on Alex’s shoulder, a proud look, a look a father gave his son. In that moment all you wanted was to rip him apart with your words, to tell the man who had practically raised you, that you hated him. That you hated everything he’d ever done to you, but then you’d be lying..
“I would be honored, sir” you were nearly shaking as you looked at Alex almost shocked, but not really, you knew how much he cared about his ego. Thats what drew the both of you to each other, your constant need to take for your own gain. He knew this position would take him places even after the war was through, but still. You would’ve thought at least your best friend, would say no to the offer you’d been speaking about since you’d met.
“Then lets get started right away son” that was all it took for your brain to mentally stop. Your breathing halted, your eyes went unfocused as you clenched your jaw so tight it might have popped. You didn't realize you were staring so coldly towards them until you heard Alex call out to you.
“YNN are you alright?” you blinked a bit, before focusing your gaze on them again. George looked sincerely guilty, and Alex looked a bit scared but you didn't care, you were heartbroken enough.
You didn't utter a single word to his worried ones, just turned on your heel and left. Forgetting all casualties, forgetting to bid your father, no, that man a goodnight. You just forgot because you’d never felt so insignificant, humiliated and infuriated, at this war until tonight.
December 24th , 1781 - YorkTown
You hadn’t seen George in years since the incident, you couldn't bare to even look at him after everything you’ve done to get so far. Even after all your hard work, being a woman still seemed to stop you from getting anything truly done.
But you didn't let it stop you from fighting, from winning the war you'd been fighting for, for so long. You didn't know you’d regret now sending your letters to him sooner, that you’d regret not telling him that you were sorry for being childish and running off. That you loved him, that he was your father and you didn't hate him, but missed him and needed him. But somewhere deep down you knew he already knew this, that he loved you so much more, and missed you so much more and worried for you every day that passed.
So laying here, in a puddle of your blood as the smoke of the cannons slowly seemed to fade into the air, you didn't feel bad about it. The sounds of war were distant, the fighting had long since stopped and you took in the smells of victory. The smell of ash and copper filled your senses, what would be the bitter taste of your blood on your tongue was sweet with the thought that you’d won.
You knew that George would look for you after the war was done, would write you when you didn't return to Mount Vernon. When he’d return to see Martha's tear stricken face, holding a letter with your name written with an apology at the bottom, he’d know. But for now, he’d hold her and cry with her, tell the others of your victory and celebrate you for all that you’d done.
Because he’d know that you won...
I didn't go back and edit because I just really wanted to post this :))
