The Crabby Crawfish - A Book of One-shots

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Laurgelica = John Laurens x Angelica Schuyler

This is a fanfiction for the ship Laurgelica which is hands down AMAZING. Anyway, it took me FOREVER to realize that they would be perfect for each other. I guess I get crazier by the day. Aaaanyway, I ship Lams, and Hamgelica and Hamliza. This is everything! SCREEEEEEEEEEE

Oh, by the way, we're just assuming that Angelica wasn't married at the time of the winter's ball, Laurens was present at Hamilton's wedding, and basically everything that's in the musical. Also that Laurens wasn't married.

Thanks to Awkwardmusicalkid for editing this 'n' stuff.

:) Enjoy! (:

Angelica averted her eyes; she couldn't handle seeing Alexander and her sister together. It was too much. Of course, she wouldn't change anything for the world, but it was still painful. An open wound.

"All right, all right," a young man calls. Angelica looks up and finds it to be... John Laurens, was it? She had trouble with the names, mostly because she couldn't stand Alexander's company enough to talk to them. Really, she worried that Alexander would see her talking to them and realize that he wanted her instead of Eliza. Whenever she imagined it she was met with anger, at herself for thinking of it, at the imagined Alexander for not living her sister, at the real Alexander for stealing her heart. But she was also met with the hope that someday it would come true, and Alexander would love her as much as she loved him.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize she was supposed to make a speech until Laurens raised his eyebrow as at her, "Angelica Schuyler."

Angelica blushed but forced the feeling away. She could not have Alexander think she was in any way attracted to him.

She stepped into the raised platform, watching her coral dress swirl at her feet. Even though traversing the two steps only took a second, to Angelica it felt like a lifetime. To Angelica, it felt like a thousand pounds were being heaved into her shoulders, but also being lifted. She shook off the feeling, beginning her speech: "A toast to the groom!"

The room echoed her, and she let the sound engulf her, closing her eyes to better appreciate it.

"To the bride!

"From your sister, who's always by your side.

"To your union...

"And the hope that you provide...

"May you always be satisfied."

The memory hit her like a rock. She grasped the handrail, attempting grace, but for a few horrifying seconds, she thought she would tell the whole room her love for Alexander, and wouldn't be able to take it back.

"You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied," he'd said. Angelica but her lip. That was even truer now.

What she hadn't thought of in a while came rushing back to her. She saw Alexander and his friend, John, he called him, conversing with smiles. She saw them holding each other's hand. She remembered wishing Alexander would hold her that way, look at her that way.

Until he did, and her life became even worse.

Angelica forced her grip on the handrail to loosen. She lifted her gaze, taking a long shaky breath. "To the groom!" she cried, letting her tears fall, one after another, patterning her skirt.

She raised her gaze to the sky, hoping no one would recognize her pain, at the same time hoping someone would. "To the bride!

"From your sister, who's always by your side!"