I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS EARLIER, BEcAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND THE POWER OF “ENTER”
Randomly had an idea for a oneshot involving Anastasia, so here’s just a little thingy. Dunno if it’ll be a fic. I’ve been watching too many Satisfied animatics tbh. YAY HAMILTON (anyone remember “yay Hamlet”? Because I do)
SO without further ado, an exclusively tumblr (for now, at least) tidbit of writing from yours truly!
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POV: Anastasia (Hamilton OC, MC of Second Chances) Modern Hamliza wedding
How do I fix this? I can’t stand to see that look on his face. Amongst all the smiles and the laughter, there’s John. A fake smile. A fake laugh. So much pain in his eyes. Dammit, Alexander! I weave my way through guests and other members of the wedding congregation, toward him. My best friend.
“John.” He looks up at the sound of my voice, immediately turning away. I grab his arm, but his gaze remains averted.
“I’m fine,” he mutters, fake smile still in place. I reach up, placing a hand against his cheek and turn his head to face me. He’s gotten better at masking his emotions to others, but he’s never been able to get them past me. My dear, sweet John.
“Tu ne vas pas bien. Vous souffrez tellement. Vous essayez de le cacher, mais je peux le voir (You are not fine. You’re in so much pain. You try to hide it, but I can see it),” I say. He closes his eyes and leans into my touch, sighing and momentarily letting his fake smile drop away.
“I’ll be fine,” he says instead. I scowl.
“John-” The music starts up, and he pulls away from me to shuffle to the front of the congregation, linking arms with Angelica. I huff and move into my own place, linking arms with Aaron.
“Everything alright?” he asks under his breath. I shake my head, glancing back as my shoulder is tapped. Hercules gestures down, and I look down at my sister, Nicolette, the flower girl.
“Est-ce que John va bien (Is John okay)?” she asks. I smile softly at her.
“I’ll tell you later, oui?” She nods, and I turn back around, keeping my soft smile as I walk down the aisle. John puts a hand briefly on Alex’s shoulder as he passes, and I feel my heart break. I don’t know if I can do this. I part ways with Aaron, taking a few steps over to stand beside Peggy. Alex glances at me, a lopsided smile on his face, and I look away from him. Nicolette grins gleefully as she tosses flower petals along the aisle, holding onto Hercules’ arm as she does. They reach the end of the aisle, and Nicolette breaks away to go and sit with my mother and the Washington’s. The music shifts, and the guests rise, turning to watch Eliza make her way down the aisle. She looks beautiful, like royalty, and so, so happy. I know why John doesn’t want to speak. He doesn’t want to take that happiness away from her. She reaches the end of the aisle, smiling at her parents, and joins Alex at the alter. I momentarily meet John’s eye, and he appears close to tears. There’s a gentle tap on my arm, and I turn my head to look at Peggy.
“What’s wrong?” she whispers, leaning a little closer to me. I frown.
“This wedding has just a few too many heartbroken people,” I whisper back. She pauses, before I watch her lift her head slightly, looking toward John. She glances at me again and I nod. There’s a small frown on her face, and she leans into me slightly. I notice her fingers intertwining with mine, and I squeeze her hand. We both want him to be happy.
“If anyone has a reason why these two should not be together, speak now, or forever hold your peace,” the priest says. John’s head bows slightly, and he lifts his hand to wipe away a tear. My restraint shatters.
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