Fearless // Lafayette x Reader

8. She Attends a Wedding

They didn't have to go back into battle until quite a while after Christmas (so Alex told them, which they believed since he had direct contact with the General) so the group made the most of their time.

Then, about three weeks later, they all received strangely formal invitations to -

"'Alexander Hamilton and Elizabeth Schuyler's wedding'?" John looked down in disbelief, corners of his mouth turning up in a grin. Ever since he'd let slip that Martha Washington had named her feral tomcat after him, the group never stopped teasing Alex about his thing with girls.

Yes, those two'd only known each other for about three weeks, tops.

But anyone who saw them could tell they were meant to be.

(Y/N) had gotten to know the Schuyler sisters a bit at the ball, and now Angelica and Peggy were helping her get ready for the wedding. Angelica was fixing her hair, while Peggy chattered away.

(Y/N) was daydreaming a little bit, absentmindedly listening to Peggy's happy ramblings.

"...and I'm going to dance with John, of course, like at the ball. Oh, he'll remember me, won't he? Of course he will. And (Y/N) will dance with Lafayette, obviously, and -"

"Woah, woah, woah," (Y/N) cut in, laughing. "Who said anything about me and Lafayette?"

"Oh, please." Peggy fixed her with a knowing look, causing her to hold in another laugh. "Anyone could see the way you two look at each other!"

Angelica shook her head, taking a pin out of her mouth and analyzing where she should stick it.

"And Angelica..." Peggy paused for a minute. "Who would you dance with?"

Angelica sighed, unraveling a wad of cloth out of (Y/N)'s hair to form a curl. "Peggy, could you go get me the extra set of pins from the bathroom?"

Peggy skipped off, closing the door behind her.

At once, Angelica slumped back against the bed, pressing the heels of her hands into her temples.

(Y/N) crawled over to sit beside her. "Are you okay?"

She let out a breath. "Yeah, it's just...I don't know. I'm kind of stressed out right now, with the wedding, my sister..."

(Y/N) looked directly into Angelica's brown eyes.

"Angelica," she said carefully, "who would you dance with?"

Angelica hid her face between her knees.

"You like him," (Y/N) said softly. "That's why you've seemed down all day. You've been stressed out about your sister, and you get defensive every time someone mentions you and the wedding in the same sentence. You like Alexander."

She didn't confirm or deny it.

Instead, she lifted her head, her normally bright eyes strangely dulled.

"Don't tell Eliza," she whispered, her voice straining.

"I won't," (Y/N) promised.

As the door creaked open, Angelica sat up, brushing a stray curl out of her eyes. "Now, let's see what your hair can do."

~~~

The ceremony was beautiful.

When Alex stood up there, his hair slicked back in a clean ponytail, head tilted upwards, he was almost unrecognizable. But it was the look in his eyes that was the most changed. It wasn't the hunger, fire for revolution that she so often saw, or the crazed concentration when he was writing. This was a look of pride, love, joy. He loved her more than anything in the whole world.