Pairing: Eliza Schuyler x Reader
Summary: There are 10 things a person should never do under any circumstances. Throughout all your life you did 9 out of those 10.
or the story of two little girls who fell in love and of two women who had to bury those feelings.
Word count: 1,668
Time period: Hamiltime
Warnings: None (yet).
Note: This is a big work that’s going to be divided into three parts. Each one with 3 ‘crimes’. It may be confusing at the start as to what exactly are the crimes (or maybe it’s really obvious and I think is not) but at the end, I think everyone is going to get it. Also, I was experimenting with the narration again so… let’s see how that goes. I hope you like it, guys! ♡
Extra information: I didn’t mention it in the text but the reader is the same age as Peggy, so is one year younger than Eliza and two years younger than Angelica. Oh and they’re neighbors.
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You were seven when you felt the closest to hell, but God forbid your mother to heard you say that or she would take you to church every single day.
Heat pushed in on you, making you felt claustrophobic even though you were outside. The humidity was almost overwhelming; it was like breathing in bath water. Your cheeks were tinted in a beautiful red and sweat rolled down your forehead sticking strands of your bangs to your skin. It was not pleasant at all but the daisies surrounding you made it all worth it.
You wondered if there were daisies in hell. ‘Maybe if Lucifer was given some flowers he would smile and wouldn’t be as bad as people in church say he is’ you thought, playing with one of the blossoms in your hand ‘Or maybe he and God could go and have tea…’
Somehow that line of thought ended with you making a flowers crown. It wasn’t perfect, the ones your nanny used to make were way better but it was good enough not to crumble at the touch and it looked pretty. You were proud of yourself.
And just when you were planning to go back home to show your creation to your mother and father someone approached to you. It was a girl. She was even redder than you, —you didn’t know if it was for the weather or because she apparently had been running— with her ponytail almost undone and her eyes full of tears.
Both of you looked at each other with surprise, not having anticipated finding someone else.
“Why are you crying?” you couldn’t help to ask.
She sniffed, rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her dress “I’m not cr-crying…”
“Yes you are” you pointed out, standing up and searching in your pockets for the handkerchief you always carried with you “But that’s alright” you assured her with a smile, handing her the white object “We all cry, even my mum does it sometimes”
She shyly accepted the handkerchief and softly wiped her tears away “But I don’t like it” she mumbled “Peggy makes fun of me”
“My sister. She says I look ugly when I cry”
You observed her again, thoughtfully this time. And noticed her long and still wet eyelashes, her button nose and how bright her eyes actually were. It was almost unbelievable that someone dared to say she looked bad.
“I think you look more like an apple” you acknowledged and she frowned, not being pleased with your statement “B-but a nice apple! Like those my nanny uses to make a pie. They’re bright red and beautiful. Totally the best apples!” you explained yourself, maybe getting too excited about it because you somehow made her laugh. It was a soft sound, sweet and contagious. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.
“You could be the Apple goddess” you proposed, taking your flowers crown and softly placing it on her head.
“Why not just a queen?”
“I don’t know” you shrugged “I just think goddess sounds prettier than queen”
She seemed to think of it for a moment, moving her lips to form the words in a soundless whisper. Then nodded and stared at you with a bright smile.
“Yes, it sounds prettier”
When you were ten, you heard the word for the first time in the mouth of someone who was not your parents: Love.
You were still young, a child with three friends who were playing in their father’s fields.
“Love is all mom talks about recently,” said Peggy, mouth scrunched into a frown.
“Such a nonsensical concept” Angelica added, stretching beside her “If I could be tempted to it, it would be for someone whose mind challenges my own, a storm in wit”
You tilted your head back, letting the sun brush gently down your face and feeling Eliza’s fingers still braiding your hair softly.
“I’d do it for someone who brightens my day and motivates me to be better,” you said with a little smile on your mouth “Someone who makes the stars seem to shine brighter”
Peggy looked at you, then at Angelica and laughed lightly.
“You’ve just said the same thing the fairy tales do” she teased, but then her eyes seemed to be filled with excitement and curiosity as she sat closer to you “It must be that you are already in love with someone!”
“She is not” Eliza blurted out and you could imagine the little frown on her face “If you love someone he needs to court you and ask for your hand to marry you. And (Y/N) is not being courted by anyone”
Angelica smiled and patted her sister’s head “What a silly notion you have of love, dear”
“Wait, is not like that?” Eliza asked, turning her face to Angelica with a confused expression.
“Of course not, you dumbo” Peggy said among giggles “You love someone when the stork leaves a baby on your door”
“What does that have to do with love?” you asked back, noticing how Peggy’s hand got closer to you hair to take one of the flowers that Eliza had pinned in it just to be lightly slapped away by her sister.
“Ouch!” Peggy cried, giving Eliza a grumpy look “Well, you have to love someone to have a baby!”
“Yes, but you have to love them before that” at least that was what your mother had told you, “I think loving someone is when you give them the last cookie even if you want to eat it too”
The youngest of the Schuyler sisters laughed again “That can’t be love!”
“Because if it was, Eliza would be in love with you”
You stayed silent for a few seconds, analyzing different sceneries in your head to then finally turn your head to Eliza, whose hands had started trembling a little against your hair.
“None of you have a single clue of what love is” Angelica sighed, shaking her head. “It worries me that because of that you’d give your heart to someone who does not deserve it”
“We won’t,” you said, and the three sisters stared at you with inquiry in their eyes “Because we now have a
” you stated happily as you took off the small necklace you had around your neck. It was a simple gold chain with a gold heart hanging from it.
“A love amulet?” Eliza repeated as you gently turned around to place it in her hands.
“Yes, we just have to wear it when someone wants to courter us and somehow we will know if that person is the indicated”
Eliza and Peggy seemed to believe it’ll work and nodded excitedly. Angelica had a doubtful expression but finally nodded too. It was a sweet irony that she was the first one to wear it three years later.
You were sixteen the first time you felt it. It had hit you like a brick. Love.
Eliza was sitting beside you, her delicate fingers glided in circles at your hands.
“I can’t play like this” you whispered and she smiled.
“You don’t have to” was her answer, soft and melodic like the sound of the piano keys.
“Dix begs to differ” you joked resting your head against hers.
“Hmm” with a loving expression on her face, she placed her hands on the piano and played the little melody again. You pulled apart slightly, just enough for her to reach all the keys “Une, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…”
“Dix,” you said.
Eliza shook her head in a “no” sign and took your hands again, motioning you to play the piece.
You rolled your eyes but indulged her anyway, brushing the keys with your fingers in a soft movement “Une, deux, trois—” Eliza leaned in closer and placed a light kiss on your cheek, you smiled “quatre, cinq, six—” another one, this time on your chin “sept, huit, neuf—”
Before you could add the dix Eliza pressed her lips against yours. It was just a touch, it didn’t last more than a second. A chaste affection that was as soft as the spring breeze.
You tended to kiss a lot because that’s what children do, that’s what best friends do. You kissed on the forehead, the cheek, the eyelids, the nose, the chin… but never on the lips. Never like this.
You froze, she blushed, and the room was filled with silence. The soft and almost inexistent echo of the forgotten melody was the only thing you could hear. For the first time, the silence was not comfortable and it made your hands sweat and Eliza’s eyes to get glassy.
“I… didn’t…” her voice trembled, her gaze wouldn’t meet yours.
“Please don’t” you pleaded in a whisper. ‘Don’t say you didn’t mean it’.
She looked at you this time and you closed the distance between your mouths with another kiss. Tenderly and almost shyly you let your lips to brush against hers, slowly exploring the softness of the feeling and the taste of her breath. The movement was clumsy and innocent, slow and delicate… but then she kissed you back and it was perfect.
When you pulled apart, you were greeted with her flushed face and widened eyes. You to let out a little laugh.
“I swear to God if the only reason why you kissed me was to shut me up before I reached ten I’m not going to forgive you,” you said, pressing your forehead against hers.
She laughed too “It was one of the reasons, but not the main one”
Eliza placed her right hand on your nape and started playing absentmindedly with your hair. You closed your eyes and sighed contently.
The sound of her voice gave you butterflies, her smile made your heart skip a beat, every time you were with her you felt so complete… You should’ve known it before; of course it was love.