Got so inspired by @z0mbie-puff 's response to an anon about having a moment with Wash ruined, that I had to follow it up. I literally wrote so many different version of this, and couldn't decide which one worked best. Ended up going with the first one and edited it to hell. Gender neutral, no Y/N.
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Wash had a knack for getting you alone.
At first it was just by coincidence; the other people hanging around would leave and it would just be the two of you, or you’d run into each other coming from opposite ends of your patrol routes.
But as your friendship, and eventual romance grew, you started noticing he’d show up at times you knew he was supposed to be elsewhere, or he’d straight up just single you out and command you, as team leader, to follow him.
“Hey.”
You looked up from where you were sitting on your cot. You’d just come in from your last patrol of the day as evening was dawning. Wash was there in the doorway, the fading sunlight at his back.
“Hi.” You replied removing the last of the power armor, leaving you just in the kevlar undersuit. The clunking of Wash’s heavy boots came towards you as you began to neatly put away your things. He stopped to stand a little ways away from you, far enough to be out of arm’s reach but close enough that you could see his chest piece slowly rise and fall with his breathing. He deemed this as a professionally appropriate distance to keep from a teammate. “Tucker and Caboose up top?”
“Yeah.” Wash put his gun down on the trunk at the foot of your bed and removed his helmet with a grunt. “Caboose is done soon, but I asked him to hold on for just a bit longer.”
The last of the sunlight was nearly gone now and the sleeping quarters was painted a deep indigo in the dim light of the hour. You could barely see Wash’s face now; you reached out and grabbed his gauntleted hand to pull him closer. He took a moment to look around, make sure no one else was in the vicinity. When he was sure enough, he let you pull him closer.
You held onto his hand, rubbing his fingers through the rough fabric of the kevlar suit.
“You look tired,” he said gently. Through the near darkness you felt his other hand softly stroke your cheek. You leaned into his feather-light, rough-textured touch, your eyes blissfully shutting. It was heaven to be the center of his attention, even if it was in secret.
“I just haven’t had enough time with you, is all.”
Wash sighed a little at that. You and him were together, but not really. He said he wasn’t ready to say what it was, and he also didn’t want anyone else to know. You chalked it up to be because he felt like he had to maintain the Strict Leader image, and Strict Leaders didn’t cavort with subordinates, even though you were sure no one would really care. You didn’t ask, you just knew that you liked him, and he liked you enough to share these tender moments with you. That’s all you wanted.
He bent over a little to place a chaste kiss to the crown of your head, then another to your hairline, and then another to the tip of your nose. You giggled a little at that. Wash hefted a soft little “heh” at hearing your giddiness. He was being brave tonight. There was a beat where he didn’t continue, but you craved his affection. You grabbed him at the top of his chest piece and pulled him down to his knees to be level with you. Wash grunted in surprise at your boldness.
“More,” you whispered.
He was quiet for a moment. It seemed like he was looking around again, but the room was almost completely dark now. His hands, which usually found themselves awkwardly gripping your shoulders during your little encounters, gently slid their way down your arms, one grabbing one of your own hands, the other, finding its place on your outer thigh.
On instinct, you both leaned in. This was the first kiss on the lips he’d granted you in a week and a half. Mostly it was shy and awkward flirting, and chaste, hidden kisses on the cheek or forehead, with the occasional proper kiss every now and then. He was still unsure of what to make of your relationship, and if it was even appropriate. Tonight, with this kiss, it felt like all of his worries, all of the trying to keep things hidden, didn't matter.
His lips were somehow soft, even though there wasn’t a chapstick around for lightyears. At first, you thought it might be another quick peck, but as you pulled away, Wash chased you. He pulled you closer with the hand gripping yours until you were chest to chest. The kiss swelled quickly. All of his walls and hesitations fell as your teeth bumped clumsily with his. He wrapped your arm around his neck and held you tight by your waist. You felt his hand on your thigh grip hard, as if he was trying to stop himself, but you didn’t want him to stop. His mouth moved against yours in such a way that it made your heart feel like it might explode, and your stomach flutter with lightning nerves. You never knew he could kiss like this.
Just as he grazed your bottom lip with a soft clench of his teeth, you surprised him again. “David,” you moaned his name quietly against his mouth. That seemed to snap him out of his frenzy. His lips slowed against yours and he pulled away, just enough to where you could still see the lines of his expression in the dark and feel his breathing on your face and neck. You weren’t sure but he looked surprised. His eyes were wide open, and his lips looked slightly swollen, shining in the dimmest light with your saliva. You were out of breath from the intensity of the situation, but he seemed completely in control still, if not a bit caught off guard.
“What did you just call me…?” You thought maybe you had crossed a line by using his real name, but he didn’t seem angry.
“…David.” You didn’t dare to speak any louder than a whisper. “Is that… okay?”
Wash was quiet for a beat. You weren’t sure where you stood with him at the moment, until he closed in on your lips again with kisses that were short but hot. “Yeah,” he said between every exchange. “Yeah, it’s really okay.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Is it okay if I call you–”
“Agent Washington!” A loud and childish voice at the door cut him off. Instinctively, you pulled backwards, away from Wash like he was a spitting fire, ending up on your back on the ground with the side of your head throbbing after having smacked against your trunk. At the same time, Wash had shot up to his feet like a spring, shoulders tense and hands up, as if he had been caught in a robbery.
Caboose seemed to notice nothing. “Agent Washington, I am very tired and would like to lay down now.” The man did not wait for a confirmation or reply. He simply stowed his gun away and began stripping himself of his power armor on the way to his cot, right next to yours.
It is heavily dependent on which arc we are talking about when it comes to Wash. This will be pre-implantation of the Epsilon A.I.
،، a penny for your thoughts ”
a snapshot into this character's yandere tendencies ⛃
cw(s): yandere themes
🅨🅐🅝. 🅦🅐🅢🅗🅘🅝🅖🅣🅞🅝
He has never exactly known what to do with these emerging feelings. He had no place to go, so he ended up in Project Freelancer. He met you. Things just happened, and now he can hardly spend a waking moment without you on his mind. You are his place, but he knows your heart belongs more to the leaderboard than to him.
He becomes more skilled as a way to prove himself to his darling. If he can't win them on his own, then he'll have to attract them through his status. It leads to many long nights stewing in his sweat and thoughts of what it would be like to date you. He has a tendency to idealize you, seeing you as something greater than just a Freelancer―a human who may outpace most but is still prone to failures.
He constructs this version of you in his mind that accepts him and all his flaws. If he is just good enough, just nice enough, just perfect enough to be bumped up another ranking, then he'll receive what he can't cease daydreaming of.
He's persistent in a way that doesn't command all of your time. You both are busy, to say the least. He understands that. It doesn't mean he'll pass up an opportunity to come to your aid at the expense of his own reputation.
He grows more desperate when the Director puts more distance between you and him. His emotions are a liability. He needs to get them in check. He's weak. He's stupid. He's inefficient, ineffective, and nearly useless. The words ring loud in his mind, echoing into his actions. He's never felt the Director's scolding cut so deep before.
He's become better. Is he still not enough for you?
Wash is the kind of person who needs to have deep feelings of trust, emotional safety, and connection for sex to be accessible. For him sex is an act of vulnerability and genuine connection and he treats it with a certain reverence.
If he were to have sex with someone he didn’t have that authentic romantic connection or intimacy with, it would be mechanical and dissociated. Purely about physical release / alleviation from tension ( emotional, sexual, or physical). He would be unlikely to seek this out, especially after project freelancer
When he does feel the trust and deep romantic connection sex is often very present, grounded and intense. The first couple times with someone new, he may be anxious. Checking in repeatedly “you sure?” , “is this ok” . When met with reassurance and patience he will grow more confident and self assured.
Gentle switch. Wash can switch betwen gentle dominance, (pinning you down, giving firm instructions) and gentle submission. Letting you take the lead, give direction, praise.
Kinks
Praise kink.
His life before the after project freelancer was defined by criticism. He has difficulties accepting praise or positive feedback from others without outright dismissing it. Sex is a safe space for him where the defenses break down and he can actually believe it.
Ride his cock and tell him “You”re so good for me” “You feel so good inside me” “such a good boy letting me play with your cock” . He’ll whine and whimper and buck his hips into you.
When on the receiving end on penetration he needs lots of reassurance. “You take me so well” “you look so beautiful right now” “you being so good for me right now” . He will relax into the sensation and allow himself to be taken care of.
Service/obedience
He is a man accustomed to taking orders and likes it when you tell him what to do. It helps him get out it his head and reduces any anxiety he might have about performance or not being good enough. He Especially love it when he is giving oral and you become assertive.
“Just like that”
“Look at me”
“Use yout fingers”
If you grab his head and grind into his face he moans and is in adoration of you. He likes the idea that you are using his body for your pleasure. Face sitting and riding him.
Oral fixation
Loves giving oral. In part because he likes giving pleasure and in part because he likes the experience. Your taste, the way you squirm, your heat. He can get lost in the sensation and will go down on you for hours if youll let him
Breasts- if you're someone with breasts he finds himself drawn to them over and over. He wants to gently suckle your tit but would never outright ask. He massage and lights kisses licks ahd gently sucks.
If your riding his cock in cowgirl pose and you lean forward put your nipple to his mouth durinf sex he losses his restraint.
buck up wildly into your and moan loudly
If your praise him “such a good boy” “that right…you love my tits dont you” he wil cum immediately in a way that leaves his whole body shddering.
He just feels so complete cared for… it’s overwhelming. He will be shy and embarrassed afterwards.He may lay with his head on your chest after sex but it would take some serious encouragement and emotional safety for him to be vulnerable enough to suck on your nipples again after sex. Even if he desperately wants to.
Edging (receiving) - gets turned on by being brought to the edge and having to beg, especially when you bring a playful energy.
Sensory play (receiving) and very content dependent. Would need an emotionally safe environment and only certain sensations would be ok.
Possessive - it turned on by the idea that you belong to him. When hes fucking you from behind might growl “mine”. When he is more dom might demand you say it “who do you belong to”.
Positions ( him penetrating x reader receiving )
Anything that allows for eye contact and/or closeness especially if the relationship recently became sexual in nature or when he is feeling protective.
Missionary
when he feeling protective he enjoys being prompted on his forearms above you. Allows him to cage you beneath him and to feel your entire body against his. He can check your facial expressions, kiss you, or bury his face in your neck. He can control the pace and simultaneously feels fulfilled and attentive to your pleasure. This is probably his defult, especially early on in a relationship before he feels more comfortable completely letting go.
Sometimes gets lost in his pleasure and drops his head into the crook of yout next. If you bring yout legs to wrap around him it adds to his feelings of being accepted and chosen and he feels more free to take without fear of being too much or not performing right.
If you are able to bring your legs up and over his shoulder this position would leave him incredibly aroused and leaning more into that primal feeling. His hips would snap no longer gently. If you starter touching yourself while he fucked you like this… he would become completely focused on angling this thrust and pace to make you cum.
Cowgirl/you riding him-
This is his one of his favorites when he wants to let go and for you to take the lead without the level vulnerability required as him being penetrated.
There are a couple different reasons this position is so appealing for him. He enjoys watching you use his body for pleasure. He feels chosen and useful. It takes the pressure of him to make decisions or perform and he can jusy focus on how he feels and how you look above him.
There are also times where this position can make him feel incredibly cared for. If you crawl up on him and whisper “let me take care of you” he basically becomes putty. He looks at you with an awe and reverence as you grind and bounce on his cock and steadily bring him to orgaism.
If you lean forward and kiss him or bring your breast to his mouth and offer him praise, it makes his his jerk involuntary into yours. He’ll cum quickly. He may be embarrassed after but with reassurance he’ll be alright.
Lotus position 🧘
Ideal for maximum intimacy and emotional reconnection. Slow gentle rocking motion means it’s more about being together less about chasing pleasure. He feels held while having you in his lap with his arms around you. He can kiss you face and neck, run his hands across your body, and feel grounded. Lots of whispered promises “im here” “your safe” “i love you” . Most likely would take place after an emotionally intense revelation or post nightmare.
Doggy style (one all fours) / (chest and face fully pressed into surface)
Ideal for when he is feeling possessive, jealous, or needs to burn off steam. Allows him to get lost in his pleasure. He will often lean forward to feel yout body more fully against his, to speak directly in your ear. He may even bring a hand gently around your neck or down between your legs for additional stimulation. He may also press your upper body down if he knew it eas a position you're very comfortable with.
This would not be a position he initiates very often, but if you requested it he would love it. Wash isnt bold by nature and would feel apprehensive about not being able to see yout reactions, especially if he knows that its painful for you, even if you like the pain.
Positions (wash receiving)
When wash is getting fucked its more about him letting go in a situation where he already feels safe enough to be vulnerable.
If he is with a partner who is larger then him, he would likely enjoy positions where he feels held. Sitting in your lap, spooning, sitting face to face, or missionary with his legs tucked up towards his chest.
summary; you suddenly decide to kickstart an independent life without Washington.... sorta... this is before he met the reds n blues
a/n; this whole fic is just a hamilton reference sry and it consists of confused wash n idiot reader
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"It must be nice to have Washington on your side."
You pause. "Excuse me? Is that... a Hamilton reference?"
"Maybe," the soldier says, leveling his weapon at you. You catch your breath in your throat. "Shame you won’t live long enough to find out."
"Wait—!"
A gun goes off.
Looking up, you see Agent Washington standing above you, wielding a rifle. He huffs and gestures with his head. "Come on! I think that's the last of them!"
You blink at him. Holy fucking shit that guy was actually onto something.
...
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"Wash, I quit."
The agent completely freezes in his armor. He doesn't even do that little idle movement he always does—he looks like an ice statue.
"Uh. What?"
You shut your luggage with a click. "I said I quit. And it was a Hamilton reference. And that guy was right!"
Wash firmly settles his hands on top of your suitcase. "What? What are you talking about?"
"I was out of bullets," you mutter, halfheartedly pulling your belongings under his weight. You meet his visor with a twinge of cringe. "Should have aimed my pistol at the sky while we were at it. Real bummer, right?"
His hands insist on being in the same place. "What? Hold on. What do you mean you quit? You already packed? Wait, are you leaving now? I'm so confused!"
You sigh, resting your hands on his and gently squeezing. "I'm sorry, Wash. This hurts me more than it hurts you. I depend on you too much! I need to see the world and find myself. You know, live, laugh, love and stuff."
He sputters and stumbles over his words, and you're too sad and occupied to even try and understand them. "Wha— Depend on me too much? Hurts, you more?? What are you saying???"
"Exactly," you sniff, lifting your hands together. You smile at him bittersweetly. "I'm nothing without you. That's the bad thing. You're an entire freelancer, and I'm some kind of sidekick. Like, a freelancer outside of freelancer or something. I'm sorry but I can't live, laugh, love in these conditions. I have to go, Wash. I'll come back when I do."
Wash falters. "You're leaving just like that? You should have talked to me first."
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You frown behind your helm. "You're sadder than I thought you'd be."
"Of course I am," he says, his voice cracking. "You're my only friend."
A sudden realization dawns on you, and you violently cough. "Nevermind. Guess I'm not quitting."
"Y-You're not?"
You open your luggage with a newfound perspective on life. "No. You're crazy if you think I'm gonna leave you after everything."
"But you were—"
"Sshh."
Stepping closer to Wash, you clink your helmet fangs between his like a puzzle.
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... "I was planning to do another Hamilton reference but I ran out of ide— "
"Ssshhhh."
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gonna run off with the hc where helmets being pressed together is a gesture of affection
ALSO if you're confused wtf just happened, yeah me too,,, i made this fic ONLY bcuz of the first few lines... the 'read more' is a bonus
AND PLEASE TELL ME IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE IN ANY WAY 😭😭 I DONT MEAN TO
Wash has always been kind of shy, being at the bottom of the leaderboard and getting a light bullying from the other freelancers will really do that to him
Wash isn’t shy around new people, he’s a freelancer but around someone he finds attractive? You bet he’s shy.
So cute, he mumbles and stutters on words, is thankful that his helmet hides his constant blush
Wash doesn’t comprehend anyone liking him either. Being backstabbed by his team and the people he trusted most have left him a bit scarred to say the least
When you join the freelancers, he doesn’t speak to you much, but he definitely watches you working out and sparring
Wash gets really blushy when North catches him and gives him a light teasing. He gets extremely panicked when he sees North talking to you
But he gets really thankful when you walk up to him and talk about how North said Wash was looking to spar
Even though he spars with you for months, he refuses to take off his helmet around you, worried he’ll blush
He also keeps his talking to a minimum, preferring to listen to you
The shyness and butterflies upon seeing you never really go away. He just keeps it to himself
When the project finally falls apart, his biggest regret is not saying anything to you. He has no clue if you were even alive. He would curse being shy
He would promise himself that if he ever saw you again, he would get over his shyness and just kiss you
When Wash sees you again on Chorus, he feels his shyness come back. He goes up to see you, stuttering and blushing again because it’s you and you’re beautiful and alive.
And when you say his name, he feels like is going to short circuit, it’s like music to his ears
He’s trying to ask how you’re alive and where you’ve been, wishing to himself he could get up the courage to just do anything to show how much he’s missed you
But he doesn’t expect you to ask him to take off his helmet and reminisce about how he had always refused in the freelancer days
And when he finally does, he knows his face is red and he can’t meet your eyes
You reaching your hands out to his face and meeting his lips definitely makes him short circuit.
Wash would definitely return the kiss after he gets his bearings. He would want to do it over and over again but he’s too shy to initiate
Wash would wait for you to reach back in before he would indulge. It would take him months to finally and truly believe that you share his feelings.
Based on this request: Ok, I am between Lafayette and Washington from Turn, but how about something with one of them taking care of his S/O (maybe she is just sick or was injured)
Here you are, lovely! *Familiar characters are NEVER mine!
Fandom: TURN: Washington's Spies
Warnings: Mentions of illness, it's a little short, but mostly pure, sweet fluff
Pairings/Characters: George Washington x fem!reader
You had to admit that you had missed this side of George. During the war, he was always gone so you rarely saw him but now he was home with you. That was something you were extremely grateful for in that moment. You were sick as a dog. The entirety of the Revolution, you managed to stay well and safe. You'd had nothing more than a mere cold. Now that he was home, your body decided to punish you. Fortunately for you, George was an excellent caregiver.
"Really, George, you don't have to do this," you muttered, but he merely gave you that smile. The one he knew you melted for. The one that also said you weren't getting out of being pampered and taken care of. "I know I don't have to. I want to, my love. You were so strong while I was away and you always take care of me. Now it is my turn to return the favor. Whatever you need."
"What I need is for you to rest, George. And to stop worrying about me." He simply shook his head again and helped you lie down. "I shall return with tea in a short while." You rolled your eyes with a smile as he left the room, muttering about how he'd better get someone else to help or that tea would be ruined. George evidently heard you because he laughed outside the now closed door.
George spent the next three days caring for you. Anything you could even think about wanting or needing, George got it for you. Your only complaint was that you missed being close to him. It was your own doing as you made him sleep elsewhere while you were sick, but you still missed him holding you. And clearly he missed it as well. On the fourth night of your illness, after you had begun drifting off, you felt the bed move.
Your eyes flew open and you gasped until you noticed it was only your husband. "What are you doing?" He shushed you and held you close. "George, you will make yourself ill." He looked at you with a pout. "I have missed my wife. I no longer care if I catch your illness. I've only just got you back and now I've been unable to be close to you again."
His words made you swoon. To the outside world, he was General (now President) Washington. A leader of men and the strategic mind that lead them to victory. But to you, he was simply George. A loving, caring husband who did not always share what he felt, but when he did, it was tender words spoken softly between you. Gentle kisses to your forehead and slight squeezes to your hands. The George the world saw was a hero. The George you saw was so much more.
"Very well, but do not blame me when you feel as lowly as I have." George chuckled at your statement as he helped you settle back down. He climbed in next to you, his arms instantly finding you and pulling you toward him. You let out a little sigh of joy. George pressed another kiss to your forehead as you rested your head on his shoulder and chest. "Rest well, my love," he whispered before blowing out the light. You snuggled closer to him. He would most likely be sick come morning, but neither of you cared. In his arms, you felt safe. You felt warm and cared for you. Being in George's arms was being home.
(a/n: I hope you like it! I chose Washington as I'd already written something similar with Lafayette.)
screen love - trifect • sweet boi - chevy • paris in the rain - lauv • sunkissed - khai dreams • fool - cavetown • your text - sundial
hostility is the first thing that came to mind when describing the relationship between you and wash when you first met
wash wasn’t exactly the most friendly person when you first met each other
you didn’t hit it off immediately or were on the best of terms when you first met but it was something you could always use to tease him about
even after the two of you made up nothing more than platonic interactions happened
every once in a while you’d make a joke here and there but that was usually as far as anything would go
it wasn’t until you were forced to interact with each other as one of the few people around after getting stuck in a random canyon after crashing on chorus
although you have to admit the experience was a bit… jarring to say the very least
while you don’t stop antagonizing him completely, you start to slow down after a conversation that the two of you have one night
it’s not a particularly interesting conversation
at most, it probably lasts thirty minutes and you don’t really learn anything of real value
even so, a conversation with someone late into the night gives you a bit of clarity on a person even if it was on somebody you wanted to avoid as much as possible
there’s not a specific moment when your relationship passed the line of friendship to romance
it was simply a progression that happened over time before either of you realized what had actually happened
but if we’re being specific on when either of you realized the change in the relationship that you had, the first person who realized that change was washington
it’s a bit awkward, to say the least
you don’t really notice it though, wash’s personality wasn’t really all that different before he realized it after all
he doesn’t really vibe with the whole pda thing (and you don’t really care either way to be completely honest)
because of this when the two of you are alone he’s a simp really soft
it gives you some serious whiplash sometimes
he unironically uses cheesy pickup lines on you
wash: “i’m no photographer, but i can picture us together.”
y/n: “aw.” (sweetie… please no…)
corny
the personification of a “how to be a good boyfriend” article (source: wikihow)
doesn’t really understand what you mean when you ramble about your “couple aesthetic” but he’s supportive
it doesn’t change the fact that he bought sky fall blue paint instead of bluebell blue paint but still, he’s trying
supports everything that you do
wash literally has no interest in ghosts whatsoever but because of you he has now a complete history of every single haunting that have taken place in texas
neither of you says you’re together directly
one day you just have a conversation and it just comes out
y/n: “aw, babe, you had a crush on me? that’s embarrassing.”
wash: “we’re married.”
y/n: “still…”
everybody is just like ??? when did y’all get married ???
he’s just very proud
the reason you don’t try to bring up your relationship with wash is that when you do he’ll never shut up about it
it’s not even on purpose and he never realizes when he’s doing it
The Worst Kind of Event (Washington x platonic fem!soldier reader)
The Worst Kind Of Event
(Washington x platonic fem!soldier reader)
Request:- @t0xcat
“” hey! could i possibly get a washington x platonic fem solider reader where he basically sees her as his daughter and has been fighting by his side for a long time and then she’s sent away to south carolina for the battle of yorktown and he receives news from one of the soldiers that she died and washington and the rest of the hamilsquad has a funeral for her n stuff,, sry if it’s confusing!! have fun writing!! 💖💖 “”
~ Warnings: angst, a couple swears, soldiers and war, death, lots of tears ~
{{I'm so sorry if it sucks I've never done angst before, hope it's okay!!☺️💗}}
Words: 3.1 k (so I may have got a little bit carried away?!)
You had worked with George for 3 years now. You'd come along way from the scrappy blood thirsty recruit he's met all that time ago. You'd joined the revolution after your parents had been killed in an attack from the British soldiers. You'd had enough of standing by and letting others fight for you.
When you first approached him he didn't take you seriously, something he would quickly learn to regret, you attacked his name and ended up in a duel on your second day on camp. It didn't go anywhere because George had stepped in, he had sent you to his tent while he dealt with your opponent, a one Alexander Hamilton. He wouldn't hear slander against his mentors name, no matter who it came from.
Three years later Alex was the closest thing you had to a brother, you loved him dearly. He was always by your side, you'd saved eachother lives many times over. Be it from enemy fire or from eating food John Laurens had prepared, he said he could cook but Washington had warned you never to accept food off him unless you wanted to spend a few days with the nurses throwing your guts up. He was also one of your best friends, the three of you were practically inseparable, you'd fight, eat and sleep together. The three of you were Washington's aids so you'd all room together. You didn't mind, you'd much rather have them with you and know where they were rather than worry about their whereabouts; as you often did when you couldn't find them about camp.
You'd also made friends with a tailor who'd frequent the campsite, you recognised him as the boy who worked with the tailor your father had gone to. When he'd first seen you he did a double take. Where was the sweet young girl he'd often played with when their fathers had been busy. You quickly grew inseparable, he'd seen first hand what this war had done to you. He adopted an older brother role, watching out for you on the campsite.
There had been a group of soldiers who'd decided you'd be an easy target and grabbed you on your second week, they had planned to rough you up a bit and steal your rations, making its a regular occurrence. Unfortunately for them Lafayette had been watching and followed you out. He'd had trouble with those particular men before and had a horrible gut feeling that they were going to do something bad. They didn't get the chance because he'd followed, grabbing the leader and shoved him against the wall, his friends looked on mouths agape as Lafayette was explicitly clear about what he would do to them if they ever bothered you again. You'd been thankful for him ever since. The five of you grew to be a close knit group of friends.
"Hey (Y/N)!" Alex grins as you sit down next to him with your tray "they're giving out assignments at 7, they said some of us will be going as far as South Carolina.." he says nervously, John was from South Carolina which meant it was likely he'd get selected, he knew the terrain which would prove useful to the troops. The last they'd heard south Carolina had been secured but a LOT of blood had been shed to get there. It was likely that just as much would be to keep it that way.
"He better make it back' you say, trying to sound strong, your voice betraying you with a slight wobble.
"Who better what?' John asks and he slides info the seat across from you
"Nothing" Alex says quickly, too quickly. John just gives him a strange look before he starts to eat his own dinner. Hes barely half way when Washington comes up to the table
"Laurens, Y/L/N, with me," he says gruffly. You have just enough time to shoot a look to Alex, who looks worried, before you're following George to his office. You and John half speed walking, half running to keep up with the general. He wasn't happy, not one bit, you could feel it in the air. "sit down, both of you" he says shutting the door to his office. You share a worried look with John and take a seat.
"Sir?" John asks after a few seconds of silence, there was something wrong, George was stalling.
"You're both shipping out to South Carolina tomorrow" he says finally "first thing in the morning, I'm not sure how long for but you'll both be back before you know it" he says confidently, well, like he was trying to be. If only he could have guaranteed that..
You and John left the next morning, Alex and George had both gotten up hours earlier than they should've to see you off. Hercules and Lafayette had said their good byes the might before, the five of you shared dinner together. You'd be lying if you'd said there wasn't a tearful goodbye. Alex took it really hard. As soon as he'd heard south Carolina he knew John would be going. You, however, were a complete shock and it shook him to his very core. You both were excellent soldiers, he knew you could handle yourselves but he couldn't help but worry.
George hugged you both and saluted which you gladly returned, he wasn't big on goodbyes so he said "until we see eachother again" and smiled, you could feel the love through those few words and you wiped away tears and hug him again, Alex and John quickly joining, he was the closest all three of you had to a father which made you your own little family.
"We got this' John says squeezing your shoulder as you join the other troops in the carriage.
As it turns out, you in fact, did not have this, far from it. Upon arrival it seemed as all was okay, you'd been thinking the worse but once you got there it didn't seem so bad. You had a part of your family with you and that was all you needed. The conditions were rougher than you were used to but it wasn't so bad, you shared a tent with John so you attest had someone familiar to talk to.
One the second day you were sent out into the field, there was enemy fire and you were sent as back up. John was by your side laying against a rock when it happened. A loud crack and a searing pain erupted across your side.
You'd been shot.
The medics did everything they could, they allowed John to travel back to base with you but there was nothing more to be done. He sat by your side while you lay in the bed. He did his best to cheer you up, even with tears in his eyes he told you it was going to be okay and you'd be fine. You knew better.
"John" you said quietly and he stopped mid sentence, he could see the light behind your eyes was dimming
"Yes?' he whispers back, knowing his voice would betray him if he raised it any higher
"I want you to write this down, f-for when you go back" you choke out as he scrambled to get a pad and pencil. He scribed down your final words, a letter for each of your family. You used the last of your energy to sign each one.
Alex had been looking forward to your return for weeks. He'd received a letter from you and John the first week, you'd sent it the first day. He'd received letters from John since but he didn't think much of it, field work was tiring and he knew you put 100% into your work and probably fell into bed as soon as you'd had the chance. John's letters were short, but that was to be expected, hed never been half the writer you or alex were.
"You're going to wear out the deck" Lafayette chuckles from beside him
"I can't wait to see them" Alex says happily as Hercules grins up at his friend. He's sat on the desk with a notebook as he sketches some new designs for a dress, he'd already made you one since you left, he was so excited to see you and show you the three others he'd designed.
Alex stood on his tippy toes as the ship came into view. He could see soldiers peering over the edge of the ship, there were less than those who'd left three weeks earlier but that was to be expected. He couldn't see you or John. He looks to Washington who'd joined them as the ship docked. Soldiers flooded off the ship, happy to be home on dry land after the travel at sea.
They waited patiently as soldier after soldier disembarked, as the crowd on the ship dwindled they began to grow worried. Finally John emerged, he looked ill.. no not ill, heartbroken, he looked heartbroken. Hercules felt his stomach drop as they ran to the deck, the crowd of soldiers clearing as Washington marched up to the ship
"John?" He asks as Lafayette helps the grief stricken man off the boat and back onto dry land. "What's happened?" He asks carefully, not daring to utter your name. John just shakes his head as tears filled his eyes for what felt like the 100th time since it happened. Alex felt his knees give out as he collapsed, laf catches him just in time, practically having to hold him up. No.. no this couldn't be happening. Everyone had told him you'd both be coming back, where were you?!
George's face had hardened a thousand years, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. He turned away as they threatened to spill over. He gently lay a hand on John's shoulder and squeezed it, it was all he could do before he marched away to his office. This wasn't supposed to happen, you and John were supposed to come home okay, he'd warned the general to keep an eye on the both of you, to keep you safe. He needed you to be safe. You were the closest thing he'd ever come to having a daughter. You'd saved his life more times than he could remember, you'd also kept Alexander out of trouble more than enough times which he was, of course, grateful for. When he'd heard your story about your parents he'd been moved, most people would've crumpled at that hardship but you only took it in your stride to power yourself. That's what he loved about you, that you took everything like gave you and used it to your advantage. You were also incredibly kind and would do anything for your family.
He thought back to his last birthday, he hadn't wanted anyone to know it was his birthday but you'd decorated his room with balloons and a handpainted banner and had your whole little family there to celebrate, you'd even found a cake for him to make a wish on. He'd promised you he'd return the favour for your next birthday- god your birthday was in less than a week.. he had so many plans but now none of them could happen.. you couldnt be gone, you just couldn't.. he knew better but it was easier to kid himself at least for a few short moments.
The boys were a mess, they'd help John off the boat and to the room he'd shared with you and Alex. They were silent on the trip, Alex and John settled on his mattress while Hercules and Lafayette took Alex's. Your bed was left empty, no one could bear to look at it, they all snuck glances and felt an intense pang of pain at the sight of your made bed, complete empty.
"H-how?" Hercules asks quietly, he didn't want to know the answer but he had too
"Shot" John replies, equally as quiet, he hadn't spoken more than a few words to anyone since it had happened "second day.."
"You- you didn't mention it in your letters" Alex mentions as John turns to look at him "it wasn't something you could mention in your letters" he corrects quickly
"Three weeks ago?" Laf asks quietly as tears fill his eyes. John not only had to go through it alone but he had to keep it to himself for three weeks? My god "Mon ami' he sighs softly as he goes over to hug his friend, Hercules following quickly. They stayed there, all crammed into John's bed for what seemed like hours, just existing, they didn't say much except to comfort eachother, there was nothing else they could do.
Your funeral was held 3 days later, on your birthday of all days. Instead of George distracting you for most of the day while the others ran around preparing your surprise party they were preparing another event, the worst kind of event. George had sent Alex to the meadow with John to pick wild flowers to decorate your coffin with. He didn't want either boys around when you body arrived, he knew it would be too much for alex and John had already gone through so much. Hercules had travelled into town to purchase some food and drink for them, your favourites of course. Lafayette stayed with George, they'd both needed to be on duty so they worked through out the day, dreading as the evening drew closer.
There was a memorial scheduled to start at 8 but Washington had arranged to have a small private ceremony just before so at 7 he gathered the boys up and they went to say their goodbyes. Alex and John had done a beautiful job, there was flowers tucked into every crevice possible, a beautiful array of flowers taped to the top, George smiled, they'd practically emptied half the meadow for you.
"I'm going to keep this short" George starts after clearing his throat
"Like Alex" Alexander says with a teary smile, as you'd always responded when George said that
"Of course" George says as the other boys smile "(Y/N) was an incredible person, I'd always thought of her as a daughter and I'm going to miss her, a lot" he sighs softly as he places a hand on the coffin "I wish I'd told her in person.." he trails off gesturing for someone else to speak.
"I've known (y/n) since before I even started tailoring, we'd play together while her father was fitted for his suits. Her dad was a kind man who always brought extras of whatever lunch her mum had packed, for her to share with me. it's easy to see where she got her kindness from, and she was so kind, she didn't care what kind of person someone was, if she could help them she was going too" hercules smiles softly "she'd helped me on too many occasions to count, whether it be needing a model for a dress or shooting someone who'd come up behind me.. see told you she'd help in anyway" he chuckled as his eyes laid sight on the coffin "I'm going to miss your pretty face (y/n).. although I'm sure I'll see you in my dreams soon enough" he smiles
Laf was next, he approached the coffin and placed a hand on it tentatively, as I'd he was scared it would open suddenly "I am thankful everyday that I was brave the day we met ma Cherie.." he says quietly "since that day I've been thankful for you, your laugh your energy and your love. You've been an absolute light in our lives" he says softly as the other smile and nod "j'adore tu' he whispers quietly as he steps back so that Alex could step up
"W-we fought the first day we met.. Nearly ended up shooting eachother, I'm so glad we didn't because the last three years have been the best, a-all you guys have made me so happy, I truly feel like there's somewhere I belong" alex says wiping away tears furiously, he WOULDNT cry, not again "(Y/N) came to share the room John and I had and from the very first night I could tell we'd be the best of friends, she didn't mind John and I staying up talking for hours, she was the one who started card games that ended in a pillow fight" he giggles as Washington sighs
"You know how much trouble I got into because you woke up the general across the hall?" He chuckles
"Yeah enough that we were on washing up duty for a week" John laughs "still worth it though"
"Definitely" Alex smiles softly as he looks between the coffin and his friends "love you (y/n)" he whispers quietly as he steps back
John sighs softly "Is it wrong that I wish I'd been here?" He asks no one in particular "don't get me wrong, I'm glad I was there for her but I see it every time I close my eyes.."
"Were here for you son" George says gently as he pats John's shoulder reassuringly
"Like everyone's already said, she's incredible and it fucking sucks she's gone" John continues, he wasn't the best at public speaking, especially when he was upset "at first I was happy I wasn't going alone but now I wish it was me instead.." he says as the tears start to fall "it's so fucking unfair! Why do-"
"Hey" Alex says gently and hugs him tightly, the other three joining quickly, there was nothing they could do about you but they could be there for John and eachother and they'd get through it, they had to, for you. John pulls away after a few seconds and pulls something out of his coat
"B-before she.. I wrote these letters for h-her, there's one for each of us, she signed then end of them" he explains and he hands out the letters for the others to read. They stood in silence as they read their letters. John had already heard them and knew his own inside out, he'd read it many times but that didn't stop the sting of tears in his eyes. He looked at the others, Alex and laf had both sat down to read theirs, knowing they wouldn't be able to stand. Hercules stood frozen as he got to the end of his letter, his fingers hovered over where your name was signed, he sighs softly, a small smile spread across his face as he read the stupid joke you'd made John add as a ps.
Washington read his letter slowly, he was already trying to keep in together, he couldn't break down in front of them. The others had never seem him cry before. Unfortunately his eyes had other plans, the tears freely flowing from his eyes as he finished.
