#burrfayette

[moiioii]

I could have done numbers in 2015 if I wasn't six ( /YnY)/

[majiniesthings]

is this how burrfayette works

[fanciful-follies]

What do you think of Burrfayette?

A very good ship. There’s not a lot of it out there but what I have read/when I write drabbles for it I really enjoy it

[vomitingreblogs]

Today’s the Day!

Lafayette woke up to a something poking his side, the frenchman was confused but grew confused in a matter of seconds. He cussed under his breath and rolled away. Normally he would tell the person to knock it off but he was too tired to do anything, all Lafayette wanted was to sleep. But then the poking got worse. This time, two hands grabbed his shoulders and began shaking. Lafayette grew irradiated as the heavenly bliss of sleep quickly started to escape him, he took his pillow from underneath his head and swatted the person waking him. The person was knocked back and Lafayette smiled a little. It was oddly satisfying. He curled around the blankets and sighed in content as the heavy feeling of sleep returned to him. Unfortunately it was short lived when he was pushed right off the bed.

“Ah!” Lafayette gasped, startled and winced a small “ow” under his breath.

Now he was annoyed. He sat up and stared at Aaron, who was smiling with amused eyes. Lafayette normally loved that look but it wasn’t amazing to look at when he was dead tired. He glanced at their clock and growled slightly. It was freaking midnight.

“Mon amour,” Lafayette paused to yawn, “I will murder you if you don’t have a good reason for waking me up at this hour.”

“Think Gil,” Aaron all but giggled.

Lafayette raised an eyebrow, wondering what has gotten into Aaron. “I don’t know. It’s too early to think.”

Aaron laid down on his stomach and scouched to the edge of bed until his arms dangled off. His two hands cupped Lafayette’s face and brought it closer for a kiss. Despite tired and annoyed, Lafayette closed his eyes and smiled, kissing back without a thought. It was a soft kiss. That’s what Lafayette loved so much about Aaron, he was soft and adorable and his. Only his. Only he knew about the tattoo on his lower back. Only he knew that if Aaron was pissed then it was easily solved with a hug. Only he knew that Aaron still sometimes cried himself to sleep. Only he knew that Aaron drank his coffee with french vanilla cream. Those were his and his alone. Just like he was Aaron’s. When they parted, Aaron give a small peck on his nose before pulling back. Lafayette’s smile doubled. So much love and adoration in those two brown eyes.

“It’s our wedding day,” Aaron whispered, barely containing his excitement.

Oh my god… How could Lafayette forget?! It what they’ve both been raving about for months! Without a second thought, Lafayette stood up and picked Aaron up. He spun them around the room, laughing their asses off in pure joy and love. Aaron clenched onto him like a monkey begging to be let down before he was thrown across the room. Lafayette laughed and almost complied with his soon to be husband. He hugged Aaron tightly and fell back in their bed. They laughed breathlessly and until exhaustion overcame them and they passed out. It’s a big day and they needed their rest.

[ashilrak]

"Mine, mine, mine...", "You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're mine." and "I worship you.", possessive Lafayette with Burr. Mordern.

Darker vampire au, with all that entails

“You’re so beautiful,” Lafayette said, circling Burr. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Aaron shook his head, the words he was trying to get out muffled by the cloth Lafayette has forced between his teeth. His wrists struggled against the rope tying his arms behind the chair. 

Lafayette shook his head, stopping in front of Burr. “Tsk, tsk.” He wagged his finger at Aaron before dropping his hand to press against the cuts on Aaron’s chest. “You’re not supposed to make noise, you know. Silent and pretty, pretty and silence, just for me. Mine, mine, mine…”

Aaron shook his head.

Lafayette clicked his tongue. “You’ve never known love like this before, have you?” he asked. “I worship you.” He lifted his finger and looked at the blood that had gathered at the end of it. He admired the red gleam of it for a second before bring it to his mouth and wrapping his lips around his finger. “No one else has loved you like this.”

Aaron’s eyes were wide. 

“I’ve been told time and time again I shouldn’t play with my food,” Lafayette muttered, moving to sit on Aaron’s laps, straddling his thighs. “But I’ve never been very good at playing by the rules.”

Lafayette threw his arms over Aaron’s shoulders, a mockery of a lover’s embrace. Aaron let out a high-pitched whine, and Lafayette smiled wide, revealing sharpened canines. “Ooooh, you make the prettiest sounds,” he breathed, voice full of wonder.

Aaron grew very still as Lafayette dipped his head down.

“I wonder if I should turn you,” Lafayette whispered, lips brushing Aaron’s neck. “You’re one of a kind, I’ll never find anyone else like you. You could be mine forever…”

Aaron tilted his head to the side, away from Lafayette.

Lafayette laughed. “Oh no,” he said. “Don’t do that.”

Aaron let out another high-pitched sound. “I’ll take good care of you, my beauty. This won’t hurt…much.”

// Possessive/Obsessive Spouse Sentence Starters // Ko-Fi

[ninjoots]

This is for the Lafayette and burr anon!! I for some reason am having trouble copy and pasting photos!! Hooray!! (It occurs to me that I don't think you wanted it to be shippy. I am really sorry)

[ninjoots]

Hi I love your work can I request hugging from behind for Burr x Lafayette

Lafayette yawned as he flipped a few pancakes, making sure they were golden brown perfection on both sides. This was a very important thing to him because the breakfast was for a very important person.

Aaron Burr, his beautiful, sweet, innocent, salty boyfriend, was currently in the other room. He was sleeping on the couch, exhausted from their date to the panic!at the disco concert the other day. Lafayette smiled at the memory of how much excitement was in his boyfriend.

“Come to sleep.”

Aaron’s thin arms wrapped around Lafayette’s waist, leaning his forehead on the taller’s back. Lafayette smiled and mumbled, “Good morning, Aaron~” Aaron hummed in response.

Aaron whined, “It’s too early, come to sleep.” Lafayette smiled and set the spatula down, turning around and kissing his boyfriend.

“Pancakes. Then sleep. Deal?”

“Deal. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

[fanciful-follies]

"Is that my shirt?" BurrLaf?

When Lafayette heard that Aaron had fallen ill, the first instinct he had was to make hot chocolate for him. 

Alex had made fun of him for it, saying that people don’t drink hot chocolate when they’re sick. He should bring Aaron tea. Or orange juice. But Lafayette just waved the advice aside, not really trusting Alex when it comes to caring for people or making them feel better. Alex isn’t patient enough for things like that.

Besides, Aaron is Lafayette’s boyfriend, he knows what he likes.

Even before they started dating, Lafayette noticed how Aaron would always eat some kind of chocolate at lunch, whether it was a Hershey bar or some other form. And Lafayette had seen the bag of Hershey kisses in the man’s room whenever he went over under the guise of needing to study.

So he’s pretty sure he knows what he’s doing as he walks over to Aaron’s dorm holding a thermos of freshly made hot chocolate. He just hopes Aaron is awake. He hadn’t technically called to make sure it was okay to stop by. But Aaron is always happy to see him.

“Aaron!” Lafayette calls out as he knocks on the door, making sure to keep the hot chocolate steady. “It’s me, I brought you something! A surprise!” He knocks a few more times when no one answers, leaning in the press his ear against the door. “Are you all right in there?” 

He’s considering going to find an RA when he hears movement on the other side, and then he’s leaning back, a smile already on his face before he even sees Aaron standing there looking tired and slightly confused. 

“Gil?” He croaks out, voice hoarse.

Lafayette immediately wants to swoop down and wrap Aaron up in a hug, but he refrains, remembering that Aaron is not always a big fan of affection, and probably especially so when he is feeling under the weather.

“I have brought you something to make you feel better,” Lafayette says, holding out the thermos. “Hot chocolate!”

Aaron actually lets out a soft moan at that, and he reaches out to take it, fingers curling around the thermos. “Thank you. That’s…very thoughtful.” He sounds surprised, as if Lafayette is not always thinking of him.

“Anything for you!” Lafayette exclaims, meaning every word. He slides in beside Aaron and shuts the door, already making his way over to the bed to sit down, figuring Aaron won’t mind. “Alex did not believe me, that you would like it, but I knew.”

“Well, Alexander will take any opportunity to argue,” Aaron mutters, coughing into his hand before taking a sip from the thermos, humming as he does. “This is good.”

Lafayette beams at him. “I am glad you like it. Are you feeling better now?”

Aaron laughs at that, the sound crackly and rough, but it makes Lafayette’s stomach flutter all the same. Aaron has such a nice laugh. “I wish it worked that fast,” Aaron says, taking another sip. “But it’s helping.” His eyes move to Lafayette briefly before flicking away. “You don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to.”

“Where else would I go?”

Aaron blinks at him a few times, seeming unable to answer, but eventually he just shrugs and smiles into the thermos, eyes still on Lafayette’s. Then he’s moving over to the mattress, sitting down next to him.

And Lafayette takes the time to inspect Aaron, taking in the bags under his eyes and the slowness to his movements that isn’t usually there. He really is feeling sickly. Lafayette wishes he could take it all away. But then Lafayette’s eyes move down to Aaron’s clothing, and he feels his heart leap.

“Is that my shirt?” He asks, smiling, but Aaron chokes on the hot chocolate, spluttering as he turns to Lafayette. “It looks very good on you!”

“I-it’s not, I mean, I…it’s mine!” Aaron says all of this quickly, and Lafayette watches him in confusion. He picks at the shirt which is hanging off him, the sleeves slipping down to cover his hands. “This is mine,” he says firmly, not looking at Lafayette.

Lafayette stares, taking in the familiar navy blue sweater he has worn multiple times. That is definitely his. “It is yours,” Lafayette repeats slowly, wanting to laugh when Aaron nods frantically. “From when, little Burr? Back when you were six feet tall before you shrunk?”

Aaron opens his mouth but then snaps it back shut before ducking his head, realizing his mistake. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I am not,” Lafayette tells him softly, reaching out to run his hand down Aaron’s back. “As I said, it looks very good on you. I think I like you in my clothes. Perhaps you should wear them all the time.”

Aaron’s lips quirk up at that, and he turns his head to look at Lafayette. “I think I might look a little ridiculous if I wore them all the time.”

Lafayette just shrugs, disagreeing completely. But he humors Aaron and lets him drink the hot chocolate in silence, keeping his hand on Aaron’s back and rubbing small circles against the fabric of the sweater. 

Eventually Aaron finishes, and he licks his lips as he puts the thermos down on his desk, and Lafayette is tempted to lean over and kiss him, to taste the chocolate lingering on his tongue, but then Aaron sneezes, and Lafayette just smiles at him, pressing his lips to his forehead instead.

“Do you have any medicine to take?” He asks, frowning when Aaron shakes his head. “I will go buy you some!” He’s not even standing all the way before Aaron is tugging him back down, looking hesitant for some reason.

“I’m just tired,” he assures Lafayette. “I should sleep. Can you…will you stay?”

Lafayette reaches for Aaron’s hand, squeezing it with both of his. “Of course I will stay. You do not even have to ask!”

Aaron rolls his eyes at that, shifting on the mattress so he’s lying down on his back. “Well how would you know I want you to stay if I don’t ask?” he grumbles, but he smiles when Lafayette moves to lay beside him.

“I just assume that you always want me to stay,” Lafayette says, wrapping his arms around Aaron and moving him so he is pressed against Lafayette’s chest. “Because I always want to stay with you.”

“Cheesy,” Aaron murmurs, but the word gets lost in his yawn, and he scoots closer to Lafayette, eyes already fluttering shut. “Why’re you so nice to me?”

“Because I care for you.”

Aaron only hums at that, but Lafayette peers down to see him smiling, so he chuckles and starts to rub at Aaron’s back again. They are quiet for awhile, just listening to each other breathe, but then Aaron shifts to look up at Lafayette. 

“I’m sorry I stole your shirt.”

“Do not apologize. I told you, I like you in it.”

“I just…” Aaron pauses, brows furrowed, but then he continues. “I wasn’t sure if it was weird. We haven’t…we haven’t been dating that long. And I should have asked, or-”

Lafayette shushes him, trailing a finger over his lips. “Stop worrying so much,” he whispers. “You may wear it any time. Keep it. I will take one of your shirts and wear it so we are even. Then you will see how nice it is.”

Aaron snorts, moving one of his hands to squeeze at Lafayette’s biceps. “I doubt you would fit into one of my shirts.”

“I accept that challenge.”

Aaron laughs, but then the noise is cut off by another cough, and Lafayette holds him tightly until it stops. Then Aaron sighs, pressing his face to Lafayette’s shoulder as he curls against him.

“Thank you, Gil,” he murmurs a few minutes later, his breath tickling Lafayette’s collarbone. 

Lafayette is about to tell him he has nothing to thank him for, but Aaron’s breathing is steady and slow, and Lafayette smiles, angling his face to press another kiss to Aaron’s forehead.

And he stays, more than happy to hold Aaron until he wakes.