(Y/N) nervously marched into camp along with the new recruits who had just volunteered from (city name). She nervously wrapped her coat around her under the hot sun, covering her chest from any observant soldier passing by.
Ever since the brutal murder of her brother, (B/N), during the Boston Massacre, she had promised herself that she would get them back. She didn’t want to just stay at home and cheer on the determined rebels on the battlefield, so she donned the name ‘Christopher Jones’ and volunteered at the nearest center.
She has able to forge documents of her health inspection thanks to some help from the underground, making it to General Washington’s camp in a matter of weeks. Her hair had been tied into a low ponytail in the same fashion of men and after many observations, she had finally picked up on their walk.
While at training camp, she was able to prove herself worthy in the rifle and strategy areas, even earning the praise of General Rochambeau himself.
As of the moment, she was at the shooting range with the other soldiers in her company. (Y/N) had done far better than the others, evident by the multiple bullseyes that she had hit on the target. Others around her grumbled in disapproval, while some looked up in admiration.
(Y/N) was another round when she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. She looked over to see none other than George Washington looking down at her with a warm smile.
“You have aim, boy. Far better than any of my most trained soldiers.”
“Thank you, sir. My brother taught me when I was little so I have a little experience in this field. Hand to hand combat, not so much.”
Washington chuckled and led (Y/N) to his tent. “Why don’t I put you under training of one of my most trusted squads, is that fine with you? You have much potential and I hope to see it on the battlefield.”
(Y/N) blushed slightly at the compliment. “You flatter me, General. I’ll do my best to live up to your expectations.”
When they walked into Washington’s tent, they were met with the sight of a serious match of arm wrestling. On one side was a burly man with a blue sash tied around his head, and on the other, was a struggling young man with bright eyes and freckles. Surrounding them was a man with curly hair tied into a ponytail and a sword by his side and another man with a wide smirk, holding a quill and paper.
They all looked up when Washington cleared his throat, falling into position and saluting him.
“What can we do for you, General?” said the man with freckles.
Washington looked over to (Y/N). “I have a promising new recruit and he needs someone to train him on the proper ways of combat, so I came to the four of you.”
(Y/N) nervously smiled. “Christopher Jones of (colony name), a pleasure to meet you all.”
The man with freckles approached (Y/N) and shook her hand firmly. “John Laurens. The giant over there is Hercules Mulligan, and the two back there are Alexander Hamilton and Lafayette.”
Lafayette winked at (Y/N). “Prepare yourself, mon garcon. Our training won’t be easy.”
(Y/N) nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ll work extra hard. How can I not when I’m in the presence of the famous Revolutionary Squad!”
Mulligan smiled. “Revolutionary Squad?”
“Yup. Back home, you guys are known as the heroes of freedom. It’s hard to believe I’m actually meeting the four of you,” (Y/N) looked over to Hamilton. “Miss Eliza won’t stop talking to you. Whenever she comes over to my family’s bakery every morning, she tells me all of her most sensational stories about you.”
Hamilton laughed and wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder. “If Eliza likes you, then so do I. Nice to meet ya, lad.
Laurens dragged (Y/N) over to the table and set a drink in front of her. “Drink up. Tomorrow, you’ll be aching to the bone.”
(The next day)
“Up and at ‘em Chistopher, it’s time to train!”
Laurens swiftly removed the blanket off of (Y/N), causing her to hiss at the nipping cold. “Yes sir,” she sleepily replied.
She tidied herself up and threw on her (f/c) coat before heading out of the tent. After narrowly avoiding being decapitated by Lafayette and Hamilton’s swordplay, (Y/N) found Laurens waiting for her in a clearing, a small distance away from the camp.
He welcomed her with a warm smile, causing (Y/N) to feel butterflies building up in her stomach. “Alright, Christopher, today we’ll be working on hand-to-hand combat. You can’t always rely on your weapons on the battlefield.”
(Y/N) eagerly nodded.
“So let’s begin, shall we?”
Laurens threw a punch towards (Y/N)’s gut, causing her to yelp in surprise. She retaliated with a punch of her own and an all-out brawl began. (Y/N) tried her best to land a hit on the freckled soldier but his astounding speed and agility was too much for her.
He attempted to deliver a gut wrenching blow to her stomach, but (Y/N) took Laurens by the collar and judo flipped him over her shoulders. But just as she thought that she would win, Laurens gripped (Y/N)’s wrist and brought her down with him. She fell on top of his chest with a soft thud when they collapsed to the ground.
When she opened her eyes, a light blush spread throughout (Y/N)’s cheeks. Now that she was closer to him, she noticed a tinge of orange in his emerald green eyes. It was pretty on how it complimented his freckles. He looked kind of cute…
‘Wait, what am I thinking?! I just met this man yesterday and I find him cute. Bad (Y/N)! You joined the army to fight the British, not adore attractive men!’
(Y/N)’s thoughts came to a halt as she gazed down at Laurens with an anxious laugh. “Yes?”
“Please get off of me, you’re crushing me,” he informed.
Her blush deepened. “Oh my, forgive me! I didn’t mean to cause you any discomfort,” she said as she helped him up.
Laurens pat (Y/N) on the shoulder and grinned. “Don’t apologize, lad. You’re impressive compared to the new recruits, I can see why the General took notice of you.”
He took a rather large pistol out his coat pocket and handed it to (Y/N). “I still need to evaluate you so the rest can work on improving your skills. Next up is target practice.”
(Y/N) gave him a sharp salute. “Yes sir!”
“Goodness me, Lieutenant Colonel Laurens sure does take everything out of you,” (Y/N) collapsed in a chair next to Mulligan. After target practice, he had tested her on stamina, strategy, and knowledge of current affairs. She was both physically and mentally drained.
Lafayette chuckled and passed (Y/N) a drink, to which she gulped down. “Take it easy now, you have to rest of the day off, mon garcon.”
“Really?” (Y/N) whispered weakly.
“Really,” he assured her in amusement.
“Thank the lord!” Hamilton sat down next to the exhausted female and looked at her thoughtfully.
“So tell us Christopher, why does such a young boy like you want to join the army?”
“Do tell us,” Mulligan encouraged.
(Y/N) grinned slightly before chugging down another drink. “Alright. Well, my brother, (B/N), was an active supporter of the Sons of Liberty. He always told me that one day, he would join the army and fight for my future. That he would bleed and fight for me. But (B/N) was impulsive and rather violent. Every day, he would come home with scratches and bruises from fights he would get into with Loyalists.
I eventually began to agree with him, and soon enough, I picked up on his habits. So we joined a couple of his friends in Boston to participate in a protest against the taxes. Soon enough, it turned violent and the guards opened fire on the crowd. (B/N) ended up dying on the spot, leaving me to drag his body away from the chaos.
After that day, the papers named the mishap as the “Boston Massacre”. Appropriate name right? I went through the stages of grief during the next couple days but it was during that time that I realized that I should join the fight for freedom. That (B/N)’s death wouldn’t be in vain and that I could play a part in forging a new future. A safer and happier one.”
Silence engulfed the tent as everyone’s eyes lay on (Y/N)’s petit figure. “Wow Christopher, that’s some story you have there,” Mulligan commented.
“That just gives us more reason to fight. We can’t have innocents dying anymore,” Hamilton nodded.
“Here here!” Lafayette raised his fist in the air.
The three men smiled at her with such love, it reminded her of the way (B/N) would gleam whenever he talked about joining the ‘freedom fighters’.
“Thank you everyone that means a lot. I won’t let you down!”
Outside the tent, Laurens couldn’t help but smile at the young boy’s enthusiasm. Christopher was special, that’s for sure. He did well for a new recruit, heck, even better than most of the generals (*ahem* Charles Lee). The young lad was more feminine than most men in the army. The way his (E/C) eyes glistened was stunningly beautiful. He was kind of pretty…
‘Get a hold of yourself John, you’re not gay! At least I think I’m not gay. I mean, Alexander’s not that bad in the looks department but… bad John! Don’t think about stuff like that!’
Oh Laurens, if only you knew…
An Enigma Wrapped in Mystery Part 2
Who? Who is that? Why does everything hurt? And why is it so dark?
(Y/N) groaned in pain. Her head throbbed and she felt numb all over. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times before seeing a deeply concerned Dipper hovering over her. “(Y/N)!”
“Thank god. I thought you were out for good,” Dipper sighed. He carefully helped her up and shifted her weight onto himself, supporting her with his remaining arm. (Y/N) looked around and observed her surroundings. They were right back at the entrance of the mine. The scratches and bruises she had attained were completely gone and their backpacks were still intact. Bill had done it.
“What happened?” (Y/N) asked weakly.
Dipper shook his head. “I don’t know. One moment I was fighting the manticore and another, I was outside of the mine without any injures. I’m so confused.”
(Y/N) smiled nervously. “Maybe we’re just lucky?”
She winced in pain and stared down in shock at her hand. On it was a red triangle with the infinity symbol in the center. It was a symbol of the deal she had made with Bill. Dipper looked down at (Y/N)’s hand and his eyes widened. “Where did you get that?”
His voice held concern with a mix of fear, as if he has hiding something. “Oh this? I’ve had it for a while now. I just thought that it was time to get a tattoo. Pretty cool, huh?”
(Y/N) cursed in her mind. She hated lying to Dipper, but it was for his own safety. “I should head home now. Grandpa expects me home for dinner and I don’t want to worry him.”
Dipper frowned. “I’ll take you. You seem too weak to get there all by yourself.”
“I’ll be fine,” (Y/N) replied uneasily. She shifted her weight off of Dipper to emphasize her point. “I’ll stop by the shack tomorrow. I just need to take a nap, that’s all. See ya.”
She took off running back towards the junkyard despite the soreness of her legs. She had to make her next move very carefully. Her instincts told her that Bill was not one to be trusted, but in her situation she had no choice.
But what he had said made everything seem off.
“Everyone’s hiding something from someone. Pinetree over there is hiding tons of things from you.”
Even she had her own secrets, but the way he said it was wrong. It was as if Dipper knew about Bill to her prior encounter.
When she got home, Old Man McGucket was nowhere to be found so she headed straight for her room and collapsed on her bed. She held up her hand and examined the tattoo on her hand, feeling uneasy. Even though it was quiet, (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel as if someone was watching her. A shiver went down her spine as the temperature suddenly dropped. He was close.
“Sharp senses you have there, doll. I knew I made the right decision in making you my partner.”
(Y/N) jumped at the sudden appearance of Bill Cipher. The tattoo on her hand glowed hot red and a wave a pain shot through her arm. She internally winced inside but she hid it; she couldn’t show weakness in front of him.
“Cipher,” she greeted him. “Can I help you?”
“Yup, I have a job for ya,” he said. He floated next to her and put a skinny hand on her shoulder. “You see, Pine Tree and Shooting Star have been causing a bit of trouble lately and my plans have all resulted in failure. All my previous partners were all useless. That’s why I need your help.”
“Pine Tree? Shooting Star? You can’t be talking about Dipper and Mabel, are you?” (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you! If they’re against you, then you must be trying to destroy the world or something.” She backed away from Bill and made a bee line for her drawer for the protective crystal her grandpa had given to her when she first arrived in Gravity Falls. But before she could take another step, (Y/N)’s body tensed up as she levitated off the ground and floated towards Bill.
“Easy there, doll,” he said calmly. “Remember, you made a deal with me. I upheld my end, now it’s your turn.”
(Y/N) scoffed. “What do you even want, and of all people, why me?!”
Bill chuckled. “Simple. Pinetree has something that I want, so you just need to get it for me.”
“His name’s Dipper, not Pinetree. And I’m not getting you anything,” (Y/N) scowled.
“I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do. See that little tattoo on your hand? I’ve marked you which means that you do anything and everything that I want you to do. If I don’t like what you’re doing, then I discipline you.”
He snapped his fingers and an almost unbearable pain coursed throughout her body. (Y/N) gasped as her head spun and her ears rung. With another snap, the pain was gone.
“So I’m your puppet then? Another disposable human?” she asked quietly.
Bill clicked his tongue in disapproval. “I won’ get rid of you that fast. You show some promise, so I’ll keep you for a while.” (Y/N) dropped to the ground at the wave of his hand, grunting at the rough landing.
“What do you want anyways?” she asked harshly. She was angry at Bill for tricking her and angry at herself for believing him.
“Simple. I want you to bring me Pinetree’s journal.”
“Dipper’s journal. There’s no way I’d betray him like that,” (Y/N) growled. Another wave of pain coursed through her body, causing her to grit her teeth in defiance of letting out a yelp of pain.
“Remember, I’ll always know where you are at all times, no matter how hard you try. You belong to me now, doll,” Bill said rather sadistically. And with that, he disappeared into thin air.
The temperature returned to normal and (Y/N)’s tattoo lost its hot glow. Out of anger, she punched the floorboard out of anger. “I’ll never let Dipper and Mabel get hurt. Someway, somehow, I’ll keep them safe.
The next day, (Y/N) received a call from Dipper, asking her if she wanted to come with him and Mabel on another monster hunt. She politely declined, however, wanting to keep her distance from the Pine twins for their safety. With her grandpa out and about for the day, she decided to head to the lake for some time to collect her thoughts.
She sat at the top of a cliff with a couple of stone in her pocket, skipping them across the water from time to time.
“I’m such an idiot,” she said quietly. Who knew what dangers awaited her in the future? Bill seemed extremely powerful, and for her to be tricked that easily, it was a double no-no. She had to do something, but what?
(Y/N) buried her head in the hands and sighed. “And here I thought my summer would be normal…”
“What’cha think’in about (Y/N)?!”
(Y/N) yelped in surprise, nearly causing her to fall off the cliff if not for a strong arm pulling her up. “Grandpa?”
“Yes indeedy do!” Old Man McGucket sat down beside her and opened a rather butchered box. It was filled with numerous oddly made sandwiches, some barely looked edible. “I made ya some lunch, and since we haven’t had some time together, I thought we could have some grandpappy and granddaughter time!”
A light blush filled (Y/N)’s cheeks as she smiled at her kooky great grandfather. It was rare for her to see him like this, so she cherished every moment she got with him.
“Thanks grandpa,” she carefully picked one of the mystery sandwiches and took a bite. Her eyes lit up in surprise with the delicious taste.
“This is really good!”
Old Man McGucket laughed. “Glad ya like ’em. I remembered you liked (favorite meat) sandwiches so I was able ta wrangle up enough money and bought some!”
(Y/N) continued to eat in silence until her grandpa looked over at her in worry. “Somethin’s bothering ya, ain’t it?” (Y/N) frowned and looked away from him.
“It’s nothing grandpa. I’ll be fine?”
“You sure? I might be old, but Imma dictionary of information!” he exclaimed.
(Y/N) chuckled. “I’m sure. When I figure everything out, I’ll tell you grandpa.”
‘I can’t get you involved too’
“Sure thingy. I’m here whenever ya need me.”
(Y/N) grinned at her grandpa as her began to tell her stories of his childhood, occasionally laughing as he reenacted important events. But little did she know that she was being watched from afar.