Banana Bus Squad Oneshots

The Small Red Soldier - H2ODelirious x Reader

I fell to the ground as shots rang out through the air. Of course I'm a soldier and here I am lying in the mud like a bloody coward. Just what I came here for... supposed liberty yet I'm too afraid to take my stand. I sigh and push myself out of the mud and crawl towards the bushes. Why? Why can't I do it? I was so willing to earlier when I was with my courageous friends but now they're dead at the hand of those bloody red coats. I grab the barrel of my musket and pull its' strap over my shoulder. The cold mechanical metal sits there on my lap while I just stare at it. The steely look of it mocking me as if to say 'fight you coward!' I throw the gun away from me causing it only to land a few feet away from me. I pull my head into my knees and homd my head hoping the sounds of gunfire will cease. It was just all a sick reminder of their deaths.

"Get up!"

I look up to see a strong soldier adorned by a red coat. His eyes look harshly down upon me and I slowly stand. He leaves no remorse for me as he grabs me by the arm and pulls me towards the clearing. My feet stumble over the bodies of my dead comrades as I'm shoved along. I hear a few shots ring out still into the air causing me to jump each time. They must be finishing off the last few survivors. I sighed sadly knowing I was walking towards my death.

"Hey boys! We got ourselves a captive!"

The man holding me roughly shouts out to nothing. I still hear yells of victory and soon many red coats enter the clearing most likely to see what they'd won. I felt disgusted being eyed down by all these men. There were many tales of what happened to a female soldier captured by the reds.

"Jon! Get over here!"

A smaller male wearing the same crimson red scrambles towards us. I assumed by now that this man holding me was the officer in charge of this battalion. Jon stood tall once he stopped in front of us but I could see where most would call him weak.

"Jon, this is yours."

I was shoved towards the small man roughly causing me to fall onto my knees.

"You did well soldier thought a reward was in order. Enjoy her."

I felt sickened as the officer sneered talking about me as if I was property. The small boy nodded and picked me up the same way his officer had. I was quickly bound by my hands forcing me to follow my new 'owner'. He didn't ease up in his pace the entire long twenty mile journey back to the red's base. The only rest I received was any stops the battalion made together. It was torturous to me as the marched uniformly at the exact same pace. I never expected the reds to being this dedicated to military order. It was quite all unnecessary. No matter my complaints or resistance I was forced along with them throughout the night and into the next day. I was completely exhausted by the time we had finally reached their base. Frankly I was more surprised they weren't ambushed in that entire trek at least once. I certainly wasn't the only tired one for as soon as the soldiers were dismissed by their officer everyone beoke formation. Tiredly holding themselves up as they trudged to whatever makeshift place they were staying the night. Of course I didn't get off easy, many men approached Jon congratulating him on his rare 'prize' and the man seemed to refuse to grow weary. I finally caved to my eanta and begged him for rest. His eyes looked at me sympathetically and nodded as he lead us further up the road.

"I have my own house, luckily. Family's had it for a few generations. Just me now... well I guess you as well."

I remained silent as he dragged me along. I couldn't believe I had been so careless to get myself captured, and even worse without much of a fight. It brought shame and guilt into my mind as it swirled around. I regret not shooting with my friends it made their deaths seem so meaningless. I knew what was to be my soon fate especially if I was alone with a man who now "owned" me.

"Don't worry you'll get used to me eventually. I'm not like the others."