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One Last Time (Burr/Hamilton)

(with @ask-alex-hamilton)

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Ink. Although most would dismiss this single-word statement as a non-sequitur or simply a product of Hamilton’s growing delirium, Burr, instead, saw it as an astute observation. After all, the more Hamilton bled, the paler he became. Warm, olive skin steadily morphing into something dull and ashen. So, if Hamilton were, in fact, a quill, he’s be dipping into a dry well and wearily scratching his last words into a scrap of parchment, ink fading with every stroke. Indeed, “ink” was a very apt description. The fact that it was red was also fitting, considering the man’s passionate nature and fiery temperament.

What was even more fitting was the fact that Hamilton’s “ink” was being partially absorbed by the sleeve of Burr’s coat, darkening the already dark wool and outright staining the cuffs of his white shirt peeking out past his wrist. Much like the ink from Hamilton’s quill was used to sully his political reputation, the warm red ink from Hamilton’s veins was sullying his clothes.

Not that he cared very much about his clothes in that moment. Hell, Burr was at a point where he’d put down every article of clothing he owned to soak up the blood if it meant he could take his bullet back.

But there was no reversing this. Even if he managed to get the stains out of his clothes, his reputation, his legacy would be stained for all eternity. And that thought had Burr mourning his own fate as well as Hamilton’s, as selfish as it was.

“Just…” His words caught in his throat, vision slowly slipping out of focus.  “…I didn’t want…” Aaron found himself holding the other man tighter as the moisture in his eyes started to spill over, mingling with the endless sea of blood. “…I didn’t…want this..”

[acanofpeaches]

rlly fucked up thinking about modern!hamburr, openly together & stupidly happy even if they argue over everything, and a parallel of history/the musical happening but instead of hamilton getting shot by burr in a duel, he gets shot by an unknown gunman during one of Washington's addresses and burr has to just watch as his security guards restrain him from getting near Hamilton even though there's so much blood and hamilton isnt moving and burr is so scared because hamilton is never still lol fck

BONUS sad points if while Burr is struggling to get to Hamiton he says what real Burr said after the duel: “I must go and speak to him” because he’s sure once he gets to him Hamilton will start saying SOMETHING because he never shuts up, and Burr starts thinking off all the times he told Hamilton to be quiet and now maybe he has to face the possibility that he’ll never hear Hamilton say anything again and it’s just too much because why does everyone who has loved him die???

[acanofpeaches]

i suppose that was rude. shift gears into modern Alex being really affectionate on his bf randomly. sneak hugs. random cheek kisses. clinging to him while talking to the rest of the revolutionary set, out of habit. burr is always 1000% embarrassed but alex is so cute he wont tell him to stop.

Alex’s acts of affection start simply: a light touch at Aaron’s wrist when they’re out with the others, while Alex references something he said the night before, saying, “…and then I thought the reallocation of funds would make the company thrive. Right, Aaron?”

Aaron tenses when Alex’s fingers curl around his wrist, snapping his gaze up to Alex’s. What he finds are Alex’s big, brown, keen eyes staring back at him.

“Yes,” Aaron says. “That’s what you said.”

He doesn’t shake away Alex’s grip. Although, he later wishes he did, when Alex intertwines his fingers with his and they hold hands, displayed on the table for all to see.*It’s not that he has a problem with Alex touching him. He likes it a lot — he is his boyfriend, after all — but it’s best in private when it’s just them. Alex has no subtlety, and often gets overly affectionate and handsy in public. Aaron wishes Alex had some semblance of restraint (a futile wish, truly); there are some things that should be kept just between them. It’s exclusive, he shouldn’t have to share it with the world.

He tries to not give it too much attention — it only encourages Alex — but it’s difficult when Alex is hanging on him all the damn time.

Aaron has just about had enough when Alex finds him in the library and pounces on him. Startled, Aaron makes such an undignified yelp and then he hears a familiar chuckle trilling behind him.

“Gotcha,” Alex says in Aaron’s ear, wrapping his arms around Aaron from behind.

“I’m busy,” Aaron hisses.

Alex rests his chin on Aaron’s shoulder, and nuzzles against his face in a way that Aaron likes (it’s unfair, he’s using tactics against him). “Come home. You’ve been here all night, and I miss you.” He pauses. “And I’m hungry and you know I am so awful at cooking that I’d burn water.”

“Alex,” Aaron says through gritted teeth. He will not look away from his laptop screen. He will not turn to look at Alex. He will not lean into his touch. He will not give in.

But then Alex kisses the side of Aaron’s mouth, and Aaron lets out a frustrated sigh. “People can see…”

“What?” Alex’s question is sharp in his ear. “Are you embarrassed?”

“No!” That’s ridiculous. Aaron breaks his promise to himself and looks to his side at Alex. “I just. It's—,” Aaron says, stumbling over his words and proving exactly Alex’s point, because okay, maybe he does feel a little exposed being so vulnerable in front of others.

Of course Alex notices—he notices everything—and Aaron is well acquainted with the grin growing on Alex’s face to know trouble is about to follow.

And that’s how they got kicked out of the library for making out.

“I will never understand you,” Alex says as they rush away. He obviously isn’t mad with Aaron, he’s got his arm linked in Aaron’s and is looking up at Aaron with genuine warmth.

Aaron supposes he’ll allow it. He did shove Alex out of lap when the librarian came over to scold them and, well. It’s hard to deny Alex when he’s looking at him like that.*It doesn’t occur to Aaron until months into their relationship that there could be more to Alex’s public displays of affection than just fondness, or intention to tease him.

He wonders if maybe Alex does it because he thinks if he lets Aaron go, he will disappear, like everyone else in his life.

Aaron understands that.

Alex does not quiet his affections; this time, it’s with the entire crew present — John and Herc and Gilbert and Peggy — and Alex is clinging to Aaron’s side, and then stands on tip-toe to kiss Aaron on the cheek.

Aaron’s face immediately feels hot and he knows everyone else is staring at him—

—but then he decides, go ahead, let them stare, and then he kisses Alex back.