Requested by: DeadMarvel2
OC: Frances Washington

The city of New York was never at rest, there was always some sort of activity in the streets, whether it'd be chatter or the sound of horses neighing, the energy was alive at all times.

Among the bustling streets and shops, there was one person who was intrigued with a book, thankful to be out in the sunshine and excitement.

Her hair waved in the breeze, long strands of golden. People pushed past her as she walked along, attempting to both read and move through the city. The pages kept flipping at her fingertips, every word and line making her want more.

However, she didn't look up soon enough, for her footing slipped and went tumbling. To her luck, there was a pile of crates filled with apples to her left. She thought quick enough to grab it and save herself from further embarrassment.

Avoiding anyone's eyes, she dusted off her rather elegant but simple dress. She picked up her book, and heard someone clear their throat. She hesitated to stand up all the way, but she gave in and stood, holding the book to her chest.

When she saw who it was, she let out a gasp and smiled. "Alexander!" The young man in front of her smiled back, nodding his head towards her. "Frances, what's a girl like yourself doing here?"

Frances chuckled. "I couldn't stand staying in a house all day long. I just had to get out and see the world around me." Tilting her head, she said, "And what are you doing out here?"

Alexander shrugged, straightening his brown jacket. "I was talking to Aaron Burr, a few blocks up. He didn't seem at all interested in what I was saying, but he's just like that I guess."

He let out a long sigh, before adjusting his ponytail. Frances could sense there was something else he wanted to say, which was almost always the case with Alexander.

As if reading her mind, he said brightly, "Would you like to join me on my next stop uptown?"

Her eyes lit up at this. Alexander knew she liked adventures and just being able to get out of routine once in a while. She was definitely not the type of girl who waited for things, that's why she connected so easily with Alexander.

"Where would we be going?"

Leaning in closer to her, Alexander placed his hand in hers, eyes briefly looking at the cover of the book she held. "Your father's place."

Frances raised an eyebrow, and her friend realized his mistake. "Ah, I mean, your step father."

She gave him a look and he chuckled, "Look, he asked me to stop by and discuss some things about-" Frances eagerly leaned closer to him, with a hint of energy in her voice. "What kind of things?"

It took a moment for Alexander to reply, but when he did, he just said, "Things that you aren't allowed to know." A little taken aback, she murmured, "Well, what can't I know? I'm the General's daughter after all!"

They began to walk along the cobblestone streets, making sure to not run into any passerby. "He doesn't want you to be thinking about the revolution, you know that, Frances. I mean after all you've been through..." Stopping mid sentence, Alexander made eye contact, an unsettling type, with a red coat. Frances didn't notice her friend stiffen and have a change in tone as they passed the smartly dressed man.

"You just have to do chores and things around the house, like any other woman." At that, Frances almost stopped him. "Wait, are you saying that women can't help in this revolution?"

Alexander pulled the protesting woman along with him. "I didn't mean that. I just meant that it's what you're expected to do. Frances, you know that I personally don't question your authority as-"

He was cut off from a loud sound of someone laughing across the way. Frances distinctly knew that laughing, and she lifted her head and faced the source of the sound. Her stomach flipped and her heartbeat quickened.

Standing across the street, hair pulled back into a ponytail, jacket delicately cleaned, and voice rumbling, was Lafayette. That's what everyone called him. But he would otherwise boast about his title, Marquis, to any lady who crossed his path.

Frances was interrupted in her daydreaming by Alexander who said abruptly, "Let's go say hello to Lafayette." Before she could utter a word, her feet began picking up pace alongside her friend's, and she dusted off her dress again.

When they reached Lafayette, they noticed he was having a discussion with someone he must've met in a bar nearby. Alexander gave Frances a look, whispering to her, "Just wait a second." She nodded, and he let go of her, walking towards Lafayette.

After tapping the other man on his shoulder, Lafayette turned to Alexander. Frances got a good look at his face again, and her heart pace quickened again and her body heated up.

The French man laughed and shouted, "Well, hello there, Alexander Hamilton!" Profusely, he patted his friend on the back several times, going on about something that he had heard.

Alexander cleared his throat, sneaking a glance at Frances, who was completely mesmerized by the French gentleman only a few feet away from her. "Laf, you remember Frances, right?"

"Huh? Frances, who?" Lafayette turned and looked to where Alexander was nodding, and he laid eyes on Frances, who was tightly gripping a book, a strange look on her face.

When she noticed he was looking at her, Frances almost dropped her book. Alexander smirked, noticing how flustered she was. He didn't say anything, even though there was so much he wanted to.

"I-I'm-hello!" Brushing a few loose strands out of her eyes, Frances stuck out her hand to the man, waiting for him to shake it. Lafayette jumped off the table he was perched on top of and made his way to her, taking her hand and kissing it.

Frances was positive her cheeks turned a bright red. The way she felt about Lafayette was unusual, she admired him so dearly, though she knew he would never feel the same. He was quirky and charming, everything that made her weak in the knees.

Lafayette let her hand go, before saying, "I-how you say?..." He trailed off and looked back at Alexander for support. Maintaining a steady eye contact with his friend, making sure he got it, Alexander said, "I am pleased to meet you again..."

Nodding his head, acting as if he knew that all along, Lafayette turned back to Frances and furrowed his eyebrows, thinking. She thought it was adorable how he looked so infuriate and in deep thought. "I am pleased...to m..meet you again."

Frances giggled. "Well, it's always an honor to be in your presence, Lafayette." Hearing her words, his face lit up and jumped up. "Merci beaucoup madam!"

She fiddled with her hands, unable to bring words to her mouth to say. As much as she wanted to give him a hug, and stay like that as long as she could, she thought better.

"Although I'd like to continue this conversation, Alexander and I should probably be heading to my step father's house." A breeze whooshed past, and Frances dropped her book in surprise, from both the wind and the uneasy love feeling.

Before she could reach down and pick it up, Lafayette beat her to it. He swiftly picked it up and opened it, flipping through the pages, eyebrows raised. Seemingly impressed with the material, he handed it back to her. Their fingers brushed together and there was undeniable tension that Frances tried to ignore.

"Thank you." She shyly tucked a strand behind her ear, her cheeks still rosy red. Alexander stepped in. "We'll see you around, Lafayette."

Thankful that she was saved, the two began to walk off, Frances turning to wave to Lafayette, who had already turned back to talk to some other woman. Sighing, she faced front again, biting the inside of her cheek.

For a while, Alexander and Frances walked in silence, no apparent reason as to why. But it wasn't long before someone spoke. "I noticed you were a bit flustered back there with Lafayette." Holding back a smile, Alexander chuckled, "Anything you'd like to tell me?"

Deciding whether or not to tell Alexander her feelings towards Lafayette, she walked alongside him, kicking at stray stones. Her heart was still throbbing, as she never felt so weak and in love in her life. She knew she could trust Alexander, he was one of her closest friends.

Crossing her arms over her chest while holding the book, she sighed, "I kind of...have feelings for Lafayette." She shut her eyes and blurted, "Look, you can tease me all you want, go ahead, I don't care, he's too pure for this world and I just get that-"

Alexander shushed her. He dipped his head closer to hers, to keep their conversation more private. "I honestly think it's adorable you're crushing on Lafayette." He whistled playfully. "The guy has muscles, am I right?"

Frances blushed profusely, hitting her friend on the arm as they turned a corner on the street. "You're just making me feel like some lovesick fool with that teasing."

"Isn't that what I do best?" Alexander looked over at the woman beside him, her cheeks still glowing a pink color. "Oh...!" Frances didn't have enough time to think of a good, witty enough reply to his comment, so she just rested her head on his shoulder as they walked closer to her home.

Alexander, who had been eyeing her book for their whole walk, asked, "What are you reading there, if you don't mind my asking?" Frances shook her head, pushing her hair over her shoulders, feeling the sweltering heat really getting to her. "I thought you'd never ask."

She held it up in the sunlight. Pulling at his collar, which had been tight at his neck most of the day, Alexander stated the title loudly for almost all of the street to hear. "Common Sense? Are you serious? Angelica beat you to that."

Frances pouted, putting the book back under her arm. "Well, she actually didn't read it before me. She was the one who heard it from me." Chuckling, she ducked her head down.

The breeze picked up and they picked up their pace of walking. A few birds tweeted loudly above their heads, singing songs and melodies, soothing to the ears of the people. Frances couldn't refrain from humming along.

Although her heart was still beating at the abnormal pace it did around Lafayette, she felt comforted, breathing in the fresh air and spending time with her friend. The city was thriving, she didn't know why her step father kept her inside all the time.

Holding her book tight to her chest, she tried to keep up with Alexander. And in that moment, trying to keep up with her friend, thinking about the handsome Lafayette, the revolution, something about just made her smile and take a deep breath of relief.

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A/N: Thank you again to DeadMarvel2 for this request! I had a great time writing this, getting to work with an OC, Frances.