The Winter’s Ball
Alexander Hamilton x Reader
Ft. Eliza, Angelica, Peggy, General Phillip, John Laurens, and Aaron Burr
Author: Lil Lambie
Warnings: Cheating, implied smut, angst, kissing, mentions of war, possible incorrect timeline
Request: (anon) alex x reader where you’re one of the schuyler sisters who rly gets along with him @ the winters ball but you have to leave for studies in london and when u come back he’s engaged to eliza and ???!! ANGST
A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. I completely forgot about it. But I absolutely loved writing this one. It’s an emotional one and it’s honestly one of my favorites. Peggy is like a little girl in this one, even though I know she was like 17 at the time. But I just like to imagine her as a daddy’s girl. This was going to possibly be a two parter but I just said screw it. Enjoy!
“I’m not really looking to court anyone.” you said, looking down at your lap, playing with your long red dress.
Angelica smiled at you in mirror as she fixed your hair into a braid. “There will certainly be someone courting you at the Winter Ball.” she smirked
You laughed and sighed. “I just don’t want any distractions.” you let out a long breath, relaxing your shoulders. “I’m leaving for London in less than a month. I don’t want to have anything tying me down.” you looked down at your hands and ran them over your red dress.
“You just need to relax.” you heard Eliza from the other room. She walked in smiling in an emerald dress. “Are you ready yet?” Eliza walked up next to Angelica and smiled at you in the mirror.
“(Y/N), you are truly beautiful. Inside and out.” she rested her hands on your shoulders.
Angelica’s smile grew wider and put her chin on your head. Eliza and Angelica squeezed you tight. “I love you all so much.” Angelica said.
“ELIZAAAAAAA!” you heard someone screaming down the hall. She ran in and thrust her face in her sisters’ stomachs. Peggy smiled up at you. “I didn’t want to be left out.”
The three of you turned and embraced her. She was small in her little yellow dress, her hair dark and curly falling on her shoulders. She was only blossoming into the beginning of an adolescent. She insisted on coming to the Winter’s Ball with her older sisters.
“Ready to go, my darlings?” came a soft voice at the door.
“Papa!” Peggy flew off and ran into her father’s arms. He smiled, dressed in a dark blue army coat with a puffed up collar and a general’s hat. Philip Schuyler hugged Peggy and bopped her on the nose.
“You look absolutely gorgeous, Margarita.”
“Thanks, Papa.” she smiled.
Phillip put her down on the floor. He pulled out a golden pocket watch. “The Ball should be starting soon. Are the rest of my gorgeous darling’s ready to go?”
“Yes, Father.” you all said in unison.
“Very well, then. Off to the carriage.” he kissed each other daughter’s foreheads. “I shall see you in a moment.” He started off for the door. “Coming, Peggy?” he smiled.
She ran at him and held his hand. They walked downstairs and out of the mansion to the carriage.
You took a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
The atmosphere was full of socialites and charming soldiers. Hums of violins and a piano played over conversations. Philip stood in the middle of his daughters. He linked arms with you and Eliza, each of you on the other side of him. Peggy held Eliza’s hand and Angelica smiled as she walked beside you. You walked into the Winter’s Ball. Something swelling in your chest.
“Be careful, my darlings.” he smiled, as Angelica and Eliza separated from him. “Excuse me, loves, but I have some business to tend to.” he kissed all his daughters’ foreheads and hugged you goodbye, then walked over to a group of men in matching blue coats, chatting about politics.
You turned around to see three men in blue army coats decorated with golden lapels and brass buttons. They all smiled charmingly at you. One of the men with dark skin smiled at you.
Angelicia scowled at him. “Burr. What a pleasure.” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Burr shook it off with a laugh and took a step closer. He reached for Angelica’s hand but she slapped his hand away. “Get lost, Burr. You disgust me.”
“The only thing I’ll get lost in is your eyes.” he grinned.
“Go!” Angelica shouted.
He took a humble bow and kindly accepted the rejection. “Good evening, ladies.” he smiled as he walked over to another group of women. The kind that would fall for his charm. “Good evening, ladies.” you heard him say, ordering a glass of champagne for each of them.
Angelicia rolled her eyes.
“Please, excuse Burr. He has no manners.” A man with long dark pulled in a ponytail smiled at you. “I don’t believe I ever introduced myself, that summer night.” he bowed and kissed Angelica’s hand, then Eliza, then yours. He smiled at Peggy. “Name’s Alexander Hamilton. I’m General Washington’s, Right Hand Man.” he smiled.
He elbowed the man next to him in the ribs. A man with equally dark hair but curly and softer. “This here, is my Right Hand Man, John Laurens. A gentleman at its finest.”
“Good evening to you, Mr. Hamilton and Mr. Laurens.” you and your sisters said, curtseying.
“Thank you for your service.” Eliza smiled to Hamilton.
“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it.” he said to Eliza, but looking at you.
You talked with Hamilton and Laurens, with your sisters. You felt unease in the conversation. Peggy had gone to find your father. Alexander spent time with each of you individually. He took you aside last.
“Will you dance with me?” he smiled.
“Of course.” he took your hand and pulled you to the ballroom floor. You stepped in time with each other. He smiled at you.
“Forgive me, but I don’t think I ever asked you your name.”
“(Y/N),” you smiled.
“(Y/N),” he smiled, repeating it to himself. “It’s beautiful. It is pure essence, grace, and beauty. Everything wrapped into one.”
You blushed and looked down at your feet.
Alexander frowned. “Have I done something wrong?”
“No.” you said. You looked back at him and smiled. A tear slipped down your cheek. “You haven’t done anything wrong. It’s just, I know how you feel about my sisters. I know you are captivated and infatuated with them. You just take pity upon me, like any gentleman would. It matters not anyway, I will be departing soon.”
Hamilton stopped and you accidentally stepped on his foot. He ignored it.“Why would you say such a thing?” he frowned. His eyes bore into yours. Something continued to swell in you that you hadn’t felt before.
“Angelica is intelligent and beautiful. Eliza is kind and beautiful beyond words.” you laughed sadly to yourself. “Peggy is just a child. You are only a soldier with large and radical ideas, but have enough humanity in you to give me one last night of peace.”
“Forgive me.” Alexander said. He grabbed your hand gently, and pulled you aside. “I do not know what you mean. (Y/N), you have captivated me. You have stolen my heart. I’m helpless. You are different. You are grander than the rest. You are special.”
You sighed. Still holding hands with Alexander. “I don’t want war. Angelica believes in the Revolution and Eliza believes in love. She believes in you. How can I believe in something if I can’t believe in myself? I only wish to go to London for my studies, without the conflict of politics and opinions. I don’t want war. I don’t want anything tying me here. But I fear I have built these walls too tall. Too strong around me.”
You began to shake.
“I am afraid I cannot ever escape. I am afraid I will never feel love again. I am afraid I will never let anyone in. I am afraid of losing my father, my sisters, and my friends to the war.” you began to cry softly. Alexander wrapped his arms around you.
“I’m afraid of losing you.”
Alexander was struck raw with your words. His arms shook around you. He pulled you into his chest and let you cry on his shoulder.
“I will write you.” Alexander said. “I will not lose you to the war. You will not lose me.”
He cried. “We will be together in the end.”
Arriving in London a month later, to an empty room was a lonely one. It was a lonely first night. You unpacked and looked out on the view. A feeling of guilt filled you. You had left Alexander without saying goodbye, when you had previously spent every day with him after the Winter’s Ball. Except not on the day you left. When you boarded the last ship to London, before the war took it’s toll on the world. Trade and transportation would be suspended for several months to come.
Alexander wrote you every day. The letters would often arrive late, leaving you ten long love letters to catch up on. When you felt remorse, you pulled them out of their thin rugged envelopes and red wax seals, stained with dirt from the war and the journey across the sea. You wrote him back. You counted your days till your return. He counted too, saying another day away from you, was just another day his love only grew for you.
Then one day.
They stopped coming.
SEVERAL YEARS LATER
Your father greeted you with a worn out smile. The war had begun to take its toll on him. He felt weak as he wrapped his arms around you. The war seemed to take hope out of everybody. Even though it was a joyous day when you returned and all of your sisters squealed as she hugged you, something felt wrong. Eliza embraced you reluctantly.
You returned home to your old bedroom. Peggy had taken it over. She had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She spoke eloquently and worked feverishly during the war as a nurse. She fought in the battle too.
Your family held a ball and grand dinner in the honor of your return. Many handsome soldiers arrived for the momentous occasion. Some with familiar faces. You smiled at Laurens as he walked in. They all looked a little older. Almost a decade older when it hadn’t been nearly that much time. Their eyes and smiles were tired but still, they tried to put on a show. Just like your father. Alexander was the last to arrive. Eliza ran to the door to greet him. He had been gone fighting a battle alongside General Washington, only a week ago.
Something shattered in you when you saw him kiss her.
She wrapped her arms tight around Alexander. He kissed her hand. That’s when you saw the ring.
“(Y/N)! Wait!” You ran upstairs to your room and slammed the door behind you. You cried into the velvet sheets.
A soft knock came at the door. “Go away, Eliza!” you shouted.
You didn’t respond.
He took this as an invitation. He closed the door softly behind him and sat on the bed next to you. “(Y/N),” he cried, “I’ve missed you so much.”
You stared into Alexander’s eyes. Filled with an abundance of sorrow and anger. “You courted me! You wrote me, Alexander! You promised. You said every day without me, was a day you could not live.”
“I did not lie to you, (Y/N). I never did. I said I loved you because I did. I still do. But you weren’t here. Some of your letters, I felt irritation in them.”
“The war, Alexander! It hasn’t only taken a toll on you. It has to me too. I was after all, living in enemy territory. I was only safe and not bothered because of my father’s abundant wealth. I had been planning on going to London, far before this Revolution began. When I arrived at the Winter’s Ball. I had no intention of falling in love. But you changed that, Alexander. You gave me hope in the misery of London. Many tried to court me. But you had stolen my heart. Now you have shattered it.”
“(Y/N).” Alexander pleaded. “I’m sorry. I am sorry I had not the patience to wait. It was torture without your body on mine. I could not wait. (Y/N). I wrote Eliza during the war. Angelica too. But that doesn’t change my love for you. I feared you would never return or that you were lost to me. (Y/N), I was a coward. I was selfish. I still am. I love you and your sisters. But I have always been fond of you. You are nothing compared to all of them combined.”
“Then say that you love me, Alexander. Say that you will be mine.”
“I-I-I can’t.” he cried.
“Why not?” your voice cracked. “Is this all just a lie? You only do this because you had no intention of breaking my heart. But, Alexander, you were a coward. Yet, I am foolish enough to take you back, when your heart belongs to my sister.”
You moved closer to each other. Alexander’s hand trembled as he combed his hands through your hair. You closed your eyes. His lips touched yours. The kiss was full of all emotion. Guilt. Lust. Shame. Sorrow.
“Say, you’ll be mine.” you whispered, your forehead pressed against Alexanders. “Say, that you love me. Just say it.”
Alexander kissed you slowly and you pushed him down against the sheets You sat on top of him and kissed the tears on his lips. They didn’t feel like home anymore.
Alexander pulled you up and pulled away. “I love you, (Y/N). But I cannot be yours. I have made a commitment. I cannot leave Eliza.”
“Say you’ll be mine!” you cried.
“I cannot leave my child!”
The words struck you.
He smiled with his eyes full of his tears. “Phillip. We named him after his grandfather. He is beautiful. He’s captured my heart. Every time he smiles I fall apart. I will not forget the love we had. I will always love you, (Y/N). More than you can ever know.”
Alexander kissed you one last time.
You felt love.
One last time.