Hamilton One-Shots!

Mirrors, Butterflies, and Weddings

Eliza

"Angelica," Eliza's voice rang out through the air softly. She stood infront of a mirror looking at herself in a floofy white dress.
"What is it?" Angelica walked to her sisters side with grace and a sense of ergency. She placed her arm around Eliza, carefully so to not disturb the dress to much.
"I don't know Angie. Butterflies. I just-I'm worried?" Eliza stumbled over her words. She turned her head to face her sister.
"It's your wedding day. That's normal. It'll be fine." Angelica smiled and kissed Eliza's forehead. She watched her sister fiddle with the cuffs of her long sleeved white dress.
"I know-but it's just, uh, stuff. Like-I don't know. I'm worried. Butterflies. I don't like them," Eliza leaned her head on Angelica's shoulder. Angelica wrapped her arms around her sister.
"Eliza, I won't say you shouldn't worry, but remember Alexander loves you. He really does." Angelica ran her fingers through Eliza's fine dark hair.
"Thank you Angie," Eliza said, tightening her arms around her elder sister.
"You're welcome. And don't forget, I'll always be there for you. You may be getting married but I'll always be your sister." Angelica pulled away from the hug and smiled to her sister. Eliza took a deep breath and looked back to the mirror. She looked beautiful in her wedding dress.

Angelica

Angelica turned her head when she heard a knock in the door.
"Don't worry, I'll get it." She pulled away from Eliza and walk to the door. She open it a few inches and saw Alexander. She smirked a bit.
"What are you doing Alexander?" She asked.
"I wanted to see my soon to be wife, she said that her wedding dress was lovely but I haven't gotten to see it." Alexander pressed himself against the door, trying to get Angelica to open it.
"You're not supposed to see the bride in her dress before the wedding. It's bad luck," Angelica responded. She kept her eyes on his. His beautiful, deep, thoughtful eyes. She loved his eyes.
"Com'on." Alexander smiled. Angelica felt a bit of her own butterflies when she saw his smile.
"No Alexander. It's bad luck." She closed the door and left him outside. Angelica turned to face her sister, who was still looking in the mirror.
"Today's my wedding day," Eliza breathed.
"Yes, and you look beautiful." Angelica strode over to her sister. She wanted to reassure her more, but couldn't find the right words. She was caught in her own thoughts of Alexander. And how she shouldn't be having those thoughts of her sister's soon to be husband.

John

"This is wrong," John whispered to himself outside of Alexander's dressing room. He turned to face one of the many mirrors that hung in the hallway of the house.
"What you two have been doing, it's wrong." He looked at himself. His freckled face, his curly hair pulled back, his lying lips. John looked to the ground, ashamed of himself. Ashamed of his thoughts and actions. He turned back around and slumped himself against the wall. He slid down, not caring for his fancy clothes, and settle down on the floor. He sat there for a while, just thinking to himself.
"You need to stop this. He's getting married." John whispered. He ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't like this. He didn't like how he felt. He didn't like how he knew what he was feeling was wrong. He didn't like how it didn't feel wrong. John didn't like how he felt so conflict about this. He thought what he was doing should either be right or wrong, black or white. He didn't like all the shades of grey he was falling through.
"Hey John," a voice rang out from the other end of the hallway. John quickly stood back up and dusted himself off.
"Hi Alexander." John felt butterflies.

Alexander

Alexander walked into his dressing room with John by his side. They made their way to the mirror and stood infront of it.
"I suspect you didn't get to see Eliza?" John inquired. He looked at Alexander through the mirror.
"No, Angelica said it was bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding." Alexander brushed his hand against John's. John pulled his hand away a bit, just enough for Alexander to notice.
"What's wrong John?" He turned to him, clearly a bit concerned, but a look of lost was strewn across his face.
"Alexander," John started but trailed off. He looked at the floor.
"Yes?" Alexander raised John's worried face to his own, then added, "my love,".
"This isn't right Alexander." John looked into his eyes. Alexander didn't shy away from it.
"Why isn't it right John?" He asked, titling his head slightly but retaining his lost expression.
"Well, for one, your getting married. Not to mention..." John looked back to the floor.
"Me getting married doesn't change much," Alexander said. He dropped his hand back to his side.
"How does it not?" John's eyes started to tear up. He blinked, not wanting to have any let free.
"It doesn't." Alexander tried to reassure him.
"Shouldn't it though? What we do- what are doing is wrong. Marry the pretty girl. Forget about this. Forget about us. This was wrong." John looked at them in the mirror they were infront of. He saw Alexander's pained expression and wanted to do something- to comfort him, but didn't.
"Why is this wrong? The 'pretty girl' doesn't mean the same thing to me as you do. Yes, she is beautiful. And yes, I do like her. But not like I love you. It's completely different. If I had to choose, I would choose you." Alexander entwined their fingers.
"This is wrong though," John squeezed Alexander's hand.
"What makes this so wrong?" Alexander brought his other hand up to John face.
"You know what makes this wrong." John brought his face closer to Alexander's, mere inches away. Alexander's eyes flickered to John's lips.
"I don't care. Just because people say this is wrong doesn't make it so," Alexander sighed. He tried to get John to look at him, but he seemed content in his struggle not to.
"Alexander," John avoided looking into his eyes but brought his gaze up to his face.
"I don't care what people say John," Alexander brought their lips together after saying that. Alexander brought his hands to John's waist. The boy's bodies seemed to link together perfectly through the kiss. John ran his fingers through Alexander's hair. Alexander pressed himself against John. John smiled.
Alexander felt butterflies.

Hey guys. What's up? I am like, completely bored. If you guys have any ideas or want me to write about certain ships, totally comment or message me. I'm open to it and completely bored so I'll most likely get to writing it soon. So yeah, thanks for reading.
-Reece