Author's Notes Ch 1
Welcome one and all to my Peggy centric angst/fluff fest! This is basically an over glorified introduction, so it is a bit shorter than future chapters will probably be. I will try to update once a week, probably on Mondays. This is a slow burn LafayetteXPeggy. There will be no Lams on purpose. (Sorry, I just don't ship it) However, as always, read how you'd like. If you see a ship that I don't, you do you. Love each other.
As a side note, I DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, ENDORSE or PROMOTE SELF-HARM. Take it from someone who knows; the circle of pain is hard to break. Stay safe. I love you all. Please know you are amazing and beautiful in your own way.
Trigger Warnings; Allusions to self-harm and low self esteem
Peggy has always been overlooked. Wherever she goes, she's outshined by her stunning sisters, even though she's just as smart and talented. When important people come to their house, Peggy is just "the third Schuyler sister". The guest usually greets her father, then turns, saying something along the lines of,
"And you lovely ladies must be Phillip's daughters; Angelica, Elizabeth, and..." They then pause for an awkward moment before Peggy sticks put her hand and says, "Margarita, but you can call me Peggy," brushing away her emotions.
She loves her sisters of course. Angelica is always so brave and smart in her light pink halter top, black miniskirt and bright pink high top converse. Her curly chocolate colored hair gets in her eyes when she gets too passionate, and she brushes it away angrily with manicured nails, revealing her intelligent black eyes. Eliza is a total cinnamon roll, kind and pretty and warm, raven hair cascading over her sky blue hoodie. It's obvious she likes someone when her warm brown eyes stare shyly down at her blue-laced combat boots and she shoves her hands deep into the pockets of her glittery skinny jeans. She has anxiety, but it doesn't stop her from being nice to everyone she meets.
But for how smart and kind her sisters are, Peggy has to wonder at how clueless and cruel they could be. After every encounter that lowered her self esteem even more, her sisters would act as if nothing had happened. They didn't notice when Peggy started wearing long-sleeved tops, or when their little sister started listening to heavymetal/screamo/rap. She was invisible.
And there we have it! I again apolgize for how short this chapter is. I will post chapter 2 on Monday! Please review with questions, suggestions, or plans to fight instead of fleeing west. (YES!)
love and peace,
RN