cadeteyes asked: I absolutely love your fics. If you're looking for another idea, how about, to go along in your hamilton reincarnation stuff, Ham and Burr meeting for the first time in their new lives (and maybe somehow John didn't pay attention in history class so he doesn't know the details about how ham died until they see burr? I'll leave that up to you)
OKAY let’s do the THING, I’m assuming that
this is set, like, the same day they meet Lafayette. Also, bonus Schuyler sisters and Hercules
Mulligan. EVERYONE, BASICALLY EVERYONE IS
HERE, because Burr’s luck is bad like that. …it’s possible that this got away from me a little bit.
Has Alex made some bad decisions in his life? Well, no, actually, this particular go-round
has overall gone pretty well for him (those couple of times he’s gotten into
fights with people much bigger than him notwithstanding) but then again he’s
still young and busy, it’s usually free time that gets him into trouble. He digresses.
Alex has made some bad decisions in his time, is the point here,
possibly many bad decisions in his
time.
However, he’s pretty sure this is not one of them. He’s pretty
sure that the exact correct response to finding an old friend from another
life, who, incidentally, is still rich enough to play poker with God, is to
call all your other old friends from other lives and go out drinking. Literally not a single one of them is legal, but
Lafayette solves that problem on the spot by whipping out his phone to text
Hercules.
“Stand together,” Lafayette orders, gesturing at John and Alex. He snaps a picture, sends it to Hercules with
I found you a couple of loud-mouthed
presents, we’re coming to you, and Alex grins, pulling out his own phone to
text the Schuyler sisters—Laramie sisters, now, but it just doesn’t roll off
the tongue quite as well. Lafayette
conducts them imperiously through the city to a bar—nondescript, plainly titled
Cato’s—and when the man at the bar
sees them walk inside, he grins like it’s Christmas.
Anonymous asked: So about this Jedi AU I see that you have all the things about John and Ham but what about Burr? Ham and John have perfect moral compass that doesnt stray but what about Burr and maybe straying between Jedi and Sith and getting corrupted by TJeff idk
All right, my bespectacled buddy, how fortunate, because I have Thoughts about Jedi Aaron Burr. Also, there is now a tag for this AU.
I suppose I should mention that I actually have no idea where the Sith fit in this universe. For a story of sweeping good and evil, the Sith and the Jedi are the logical ends of the spectrum, but a revolution…isn’t that simple. For every General Benedict Arnold ready to turn on his country for wounded pride, there’s a plain soldier ready to go too far in defense of what he believes is freedom, ready to tar and feather someone for the crime of an accent or a birth–the line blurs. The opponent of a revolution is, in fact, lack of emotion. Passion drives a revolution. The Jedi…are not at ease with this. Honestly, the Sith are probably sitting in some corner of the galaxy sulking over the fact that they are suddenly quite superfluous. Between the Empire and the Continentals, there’s more than enough chaos to go around.
First, Aaron Burr is actually the best Jedi–he’s not like Washington, putting up a good facade while he gets secret-married and bides his time for a revolution, nor like Lee, who basks in the glory and honor of being a Jedi Master. Burr really believes it, there is no emotion, there is no ignorance, there is no passion, there is no chaos, there is no death. He’s uncannily good at it, taking whatever the universe throws at him with the same serene smile. He’s so good at it, in fact, that his Master, upon recommending him for Knighthood, added that they would do well to find him something to fight for. That he could be great, if he had something to fight for.
Even a Jedi needs ideals, is the thing.
The first time Burr meets Alexander Hamilton, the feral Force user challenges him with if you stand for nothing, what’ll you fall for?
He…doesn’t have an answer, he doesn’t even think he understands the question, and that…that’s new.
Aaron Burr goes to Washington, with his glowing Jedi record and an offer of help, and it goes about how it did in reality/the musical.
Washington: I am in dire need of assistance!
Burr: Hey, I am 100% down to be a secretary.
Washington: It’s not that dire, take it easy. Hey, angry fighty barely-not-a-teenager Hamilton, you want a job? No? Sure you do.
Aaron is left standing there, overwhelmed with emotion for the first time in his life, and the envy is almost baffling. But it’s all right, it’s fine, he can take a couple of deep breaths and let it go, there is no emotion, there is no passion, and he smiles and smiles and nods and takes the command he’s offered as…the word consolation rises in his mind and he dismisses it with a vengeance. Aaron Burr is a Jedi, like his Master and her Master before her, and his Master crafted a new lightsaber form, she was a genius, her Master did a lengthy stint on the Council, he commanded respect–no lineage of theirs is unstable enough to need consoling. He has a legacy to protect. The hot twist in his gut is only discomfort at how wrong-footed Hamilton makes him, the rushing in his ears only the Force spinning wild in the war.
Aaron Burr fights in the war. Makes quite a name for himself, actually, as crisp and efficient in every way. It’s not a bad reputation to have, especially once he brings that reputation to bear and puts down a mutiny about a year before Monmouth. Admittedly he’s not close with his men, but that’s fine. He’s a Jedi, their commander, and that’s all he needs. Even once he suffers a mild Force burnout and a much more serious heat stroke over Monmouth, he is still of use to the army, even if he can’t fight anymore, and that’s fine, that’s enough, he’s all right with that, because there is peace, serenity, harmony, Force.
He crosses paths with Hamilton often, the man apparently permanently installed in Washington’s orbit, opposite Lafayette and beside Washington’s own padawan. Burr refuses to admit to that flare of bitter heat through his chest every time Hamilton comes bounding up to him, grinning, and greets him like an old friend, spilling joy-irritation-grief-anger-laughter through the Force. Hamilton is a never-ending torrent of emotion, always preferring to fight a battle rather than let it stand, and just being around him feels like it’s contagious.
It doesn’t help that Aaron still feels (or rather, refuses to feel) that twist of envy every time he watches Hamilton spin words out of thin air, feels him move through the Force like he’s a part of it–abrasive and emotional as he is, Hamilton is better than Aaron, and he doesn’t understand why. Peace over emotion, serenity over passion, and yet…and yet Hamilton is wild as anything and still better.
It’s made worse by the fact that Hamilton doesn’t seem to notice. He considers Burr a friend, and he thinks Burr is brilliant–that’s just how he works. Hamilton doesn’t grant friendship to fools, and therefore all his friends must be as wickedly knife-edge sharp as he is, Laurens and Burr and Lafayette and Washington and, and, and….
Hamilton is a hurricane, and all that can be done is to let him sweep you up and trust that you’ll understand eventually.
He is not, cannot be, will not be jealous. He is a Jedi and he will let go his emotions and if letting go feels more like swallowing down, these days, then surely it is only the stress. He just needs to meditate. It will go away.
And now here is a question. Suppose a man spends all his time, for years on end, forcing himself into the trap of the Jedi code and withstanding Hamilton Feeling in his direction constantly, whether it’s the man’s oddly pure and childlike delight with having friends or his eternal aggravation with Burr’s indeterminate politics and philosophy and everything else. Now suppose that man finally, finally, loses his temper.
i think one of my favourite things in hamilton is the line ‘and they say im a francophile, at least they know i know where france is’ bc it implies that aaron burr is so secretive that he wont admit that he knows where france is and that just resonates with me
