Fandoms of the Past (Random One-shots)

Rescued pt. 2 of "Against Orders"*

(*- Benjamin Tallmadge x fem!reader)

You were shaking as Rogers sat across the fire from you. Your hands were tied in front of you and you tried not to look at your captor. He'd been drinking and holding a pistol. He was dangerous. You weren't so naïve as to not realize that. That didn't stop you from hoping against hope that someone would rescue you. As a woman, you weren't exactly trained for these types of situations.

As you sat there, your mind wandered. You didn't want to die. Not now. You'd hardly had a chance to live, always being under the gaze of a chaperone. First your parents, then your uncle, and finally Ben's father. Oh...Ben. The boy you'd watched grow into a handsome and brilliant young man. The warrior with a gentle heart that you loved with everything in you to love. And you never got the chance to tell him. If you could, you knew you'd tell him now. He needed to know before the war separated you forever. Now it seemed like you'd never get that chance.

"So who are ya ta young Benjamin?" Rogers questioned, his eyes on you, sharper than any drunk had a right to. Instead of answering, you merely turned your gaze away from him and refused to speak. He chuckled darkly. "No matter. Considering how close ya were ta him, I can guess. He'll come for ya and then I can get justice for my men." You rolled your eyes. Of course that's what this was about.

"War kills. That's its nature," you stated, "You cannot blame Captain Tallmadge for that." Rogers scoffed and you turned your head away again. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw movement behind Rogers. Was that Ben? You caught the gasp trying to escape your throat and pretended to cough. You couldn't give Ben away.

"Perhaps I could trouble you for water? It is the least you could do. I know for a fact that enemy prisoners are treated far better than I am at the moment." Rogers met your gaze for a moment before nodding. He stood up and began walking over to you. To your surprise, it wasn't Ben that came through the trees. It was Caleb. His rifle was raised at Rogers and you breathed a sigh of relief. Your relief was cut short by the feeling of someone behind you. You opened your mouth to cry out when a voice stopped you.

"Don't scream, Y/N," Ben whispered as he began to undo the ropes binding you. Caleb had Rogers distracted. "Ben," you said softly. As soon as you could, you stood up, turned, and wrapped your arms around him. "I'm so glad you're safe," he told you before leading you away from Rogers and Caleb, quickly and quietly.

"What about Caleb?" Ben grinned at you. "He'll be fine. We have a plan. My job is to get you to safety then meet up with Caleb in the morning." You didn't argue as you let Ben continue to lead you away. You trusted him explicitly. The two of you kept going until you entered a small town where several continental soldiers were milling about. Ben took you to the inn and paid for two rooms.

"Will you stay with me? Until Caleb gets back? I don't want to be alone," you asked him, your voice a near whisper. He smiled. "I will stay as long as you wish." For a moment, the two of you sat in silence. The air in the room felt thick with something unspoken, but you let it hang there until you couldn't take it any longer. Both of you opened your mouths and spoke.

"I love you," you declared in unison. You blinked in surprise at him before dissolving into giggles. Ben's laughter soon joined yours, filling the room. You stopped laughing before he did and you watched his face. It had been a long time since you'd seen him so carefree. With a grin, you leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Ben stopped laughing and stared at you with wide eyes. "Sorry!" you apologized, but Ben stopped you. He reached up to cup your cheek. "Please never apologize for that, love. I've wanted a kiss from you for longer than I can remember," he admitted then cleared his throat, "I, uh, I don't want my father to find you a husband. I want to be your husband. When this war is all over, I want to marry you, if you'll have me."

You leaned in to rest your forehead on his. "Of course I will, Benjamin. You've always my choice. My only choice." The grin on Ben's face could have put the sun to shame. You both shifted and got closer until your lips were nearly touching. Just before you could completely close the distance, someone cleared their throat.

You and Ben jumped apart to see Caleb leaning against the door frame with a smirk. You hadn't even heard the door open. "I know I said I was okay with this, Tallboy, but there are some things a brother doesn't need ta see," he quipped. Before Ben could reply, you grabbed a pillow and chucked it at your adoptive brother. He laughed as it hit him in the chest. "Alright. I get it." You made a triumphant noise. "Good. Now, shoo." Ben stood with a laugh as Caleb stepped forward to grab his shoulder. "Come on, Tallboy. Let's leave the lady be." Ben quickly pecked your lips. "I love you," he whispered before being pulled from the room.