The new movie from director Aaron Katz is about the relationship between a Hollywood actress (Kravitz) and her personal assistant (Kirke).
As the assistant travels across Los Angeles to unravel the mystery, she must stay one step ahead of a determined policeman and confront her own understanding of friendship, truth and celebrity. Premiered at SXSW 2017 Film Festival.
Jack took a sip and gave a small smile, “It’s good, daddy. But….”
“But?” Aaron questioned with a slight stern voice. It was beyond past Jack’s bedtime but he had insisted on staying up until Aaron came home and by the time that came, he had wanted some piping hot chocolate.
“I should have asked [y/n] to make it.” Jack mumbled softly, taking another sip.
Aaron chuckled, “Did I not make it like [y/n]?” You had been babysitting Jack for almost a year now, falling into the job on accident when you had substituted his class one day. Jack had adored you so much that he made Aaron hunt you down to become his new babysitter.
“No…[y/n] doesn’t use the packets, she makes it from scratch and adds big fluffy marshmallows.” Looking up at his father, he sighed. “I really like [y/n], daddy.”
“I’ll make sure to get her recipe.” Raising a brow, he nodded. “I like her too, buddy.”
Jack handed off his mug to his father, nestling into bed, he hesitantly spoke out. “Do you like her, like her?”
Tucking him in, “What do you mean, Jack?”
Yawning, Jack closed his eyes. “I wish she never had to leave. I wish she could be my second mommy.” Before Aaron could utter a response, Jack was fast asleep, dreaming about building a gigantic fort with you.
Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Aaron quietly left his room. His son’s last words were replaying in his head. Sure, he had found you to be attractive, it was one of the first things he had noticed when you had introduced yourself. He was stunned by your beauty and captivated by your charm involving children. Aaron noticed that kids gravitated towards you and Jack being no different.
Never had he thought about pursuing something with you until now. It was extremely important to him for Jack to like any woman he would bring into his life. And if he could guess, Jack would never like anyone more than he liked you.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed your number. “Hey, [y/n]. Sorry for calling, did I wake you? No, okay good. Oh no, no, Jack’s fine. Actually he just fell asleep, but I wanted to ask you something.”
Aaron didn’t hate meeting with the president. He didn’t hate working with him. He just never liked looking the man in the face, having to listen to him talk with such glee in his tone. Sure, he enjoyed being bent down over a desk and fucked until he was sore, but the prospect of listening to that man rage on and on about his political opponents and feeble achievements? Dreadful.
“Aaron, welcome!” Jefferson greeted cheerfully as Burr walked into his office. Aaron took a quick notice of Thomas’s usage of his first name and fought back a glare.
Yay, Aaron thought sarcastically, sitting across the President’s desk and setting his folder on top, purposely over the papers Thomas had set out.
“Those fractions you wanted weren’t coming out right, so I gave you percentages instead. This shows the number of people who are minorities in low-economic places and this colour shows the number of minorities who are jobless.” Aaron said, taking out the papers from the folder as he spoke and pointing to the graphs and numbers he had out.
“Who took the time to find those numbers?” Thomas asked, sounding tight in his voice.
“Does it matter? We have them. Here’s your past wrong public opinions, and here’s how you need to change them. You can figure out your own out, you’re good enough at it, what you need to do is backtrack on how you said there’s enough jobs in America and promise new ones.” Aaron looked at Jefferson, furrowing his eyebrows at the look of pure rage on his face.
“My opinions are my opinions, my promises are my promises– this is my Presidency, Aaron, and I will not have you be deciding my policies.” Jefferson spat out, jaw tensing up. Aaron could assume that he was gritting his teeth.
“Well, your opinions aren’t based on facts.” Aaron said as calmly as he could, feeling his own frustration build.
“My opinions are what got me in this chair.”
“That, and you’re constant flirting.”
“I don’t like your attitude.”
“I don’t have an attitude. If you remembered anything from our run, you’d remember saying that.”
Thomas’s eyes narrowed, and Aaron knew he slipped. He quickly lowered his eyes, forcing his shoulders to drop as his President stood up.
“Perhaps this meeting can wait.” Thomas said formally, causing Burr’s ears to ring with anger. He hated how Jefferson pretended to be so wise and smart. He wanted to snap at the man, tell him to sit down and get back to work, but he knew better than to order his boss around. He knew better than to be angry at Thomas.
“Perhaps.” Aaron said, wincing to himself at the slight voice crack.
He raised his eyes, watching with an unmoving head Thomas walk around the desk and stand behind him. He felt his presence for a short moment, then tensed up as hands laid on his shoulders.
“So tense,” Thomas cooed into Aaron’s ear.
“Sir?” Burr mumbled, closing his eyes as Thomas started to massage into the tension in his shoulders. He relaxed, allowing the man to work into his knots. He winced every-so-often, though was lulled back down when soft pecks were pressed into his neck.
“What’s got you on edge, Burgundy?” Thomas whispered, sounding too soft. Aaron almost felt as though he was being cottled, but the idea made him far too frustrated and he shoved it aside.
“Nothing.” He mumbled, noting to himself the calmness in his voice. Having Thomas close kept him grounded. He hated the fact, he hated it with all of his being. He didn’t want to rely on someone’s presence for his own inner peace.
“Tell me, sweetie,” Thomas whispered into his ear, pausing the massages to his shoulders and bringing his hands down to Burr’s chest, hugging him close despite the barrier of the chair between them. Aaron couldn’t stop himself from leaning backwards anyway.
“Alexander.” He said simply, and the groan Thomas gave was mutual. Burr was glad Thomas and he shared the same hatred for the man. Hamilton was proving to be a sharp thorn in his side, especially with him trying to expose he and Thomas’s affair. It was nobody else’s business what happened behind closed doors– or in hotel rooms. It wasn’t Alexander’s business to write about Burr’s personal life, nor was it anybody else’s to know. He was doing no wrong. He was a widow, and he was having a few fun nights with his boss– the President. Thomas.
“What’d he do this time?” Thomas asked, squeezing Burr closer and nuzzling his neck, as if tucking his face away from the horrors the gremlin man could have done to them.
“Attacked my daughter and I– us. Said our affairs were harmful to her and her stability.” Aaron mumbled.
He was greeted by silence.
“It’s not,” Burr said simply, “If you’re fretting about it. She doesn’t care at all, in fact. Too busy dotting on someone of her own– don’t you worry about a thing.”
“You love me, don’t you?” Jefferson said the moment he was finished talking.
Aaron widened his eyes for a second, squeezing his hands into fists and touching his cheek against Thomas’s hair. Why ask something so personal? The answer to it was obvious– wasn’t it? This was for fun. He didn’t believe he developed any strong emotions– nothing but a certain type of frustration. Could Thomas and he work out?
No, He thought, Thomas is too untamable. I am too solid. He’ll drain me out.
He must have spent too much time thinking, because Thomas spoke once again; “You know I’d lock him up in a second if I could. I’d have you live as stress free as possible– you’d be treated like a prince.”
“I’d prefer king.” Aaron said without thinking. He did that a lot with Thomas.
“You can be my king, then. I’ll be your prince,” Thomas’s hands gripped at Burr’s suit, fiddling with the under shirt, “We’d work so well together.”
“We can barely work well together now,” Aaron whispered, closing his eyes as silence took over the room.
“There’s more to people than politics.”
“But when lives run around them?”
“Take a new route.”
Burr chuckled at that, opening his eyes and raising a hand to go through Jefferson’s hair. Thomas, even through what he’s lived, still had the amazing ability to pull off childish answers.
“Take a new route…” He humoured.
“Mhm. The one that says; ‘Tell the guy who’s snuggling you, ‘I love you’, or else lose your job’.”
“I love you, Tom.” Aaron tested the nickname, the sentence feeling foreign on his tongue. He hid his face into Jefferson’s hair before he could pull up to give him a questioning look. He didn’t want to hear a tease at the moment. He wanted to feel someone next to him, he almost felt desperate for it. For Thomas’s scratchy hands and too-gentle grip to keep him secure.
“I love you too,” Thomas whispered, “… stop telling me my opinions are dumb.”
Aaron Hotchner #14,16 Prompts: 14. “It’s just one of those things. He loves her, she loves him and everyone can see it, but them” 16. “I need you” with a bit of smut?
Hotch was complicated, Y/n had decided. She never really knew what to think when she was around him. He was different for her. It was something she had a hard time explaining, despite the fact that he knew she could take care of herself, he always seemed to be there to protect her. Y/n had spent countless night overthinking everything he had said or done that day, whether it was a moment where he had rested his arm on her shoulder, a compliment he sent her way or just the way he looked at her. She knew she had to push any unprofessional feelings aside because in this job relationships never lasted. She that from experience and she didn’t want to go through that again. Not to mention she knew the unspoken rule, co-workers could not have intimate relations. Besides, it was Aaron Hotchner. He had enough going on in his life and he didn’t need someone to add to that. Even if he wanted someone, she had no chance, did she? They were just good friends, co-workers, he couldn’t feel that way and he wouldn’t break rules. He was married to the job and raising his son, Jack. She knew that despite how much Jack liked her, it just wouldn’t work and she was trying to respect that. It didn’t help that Prentiss and JJ teased her every time Hotch made a moment towards her or communicated with her in any way. She hated that it gave her hope in the possibility of them being together. She shouldn’t have hope. The team had just arrived back in Quantico a ten hours ago after a case. Y/n was looking forward to going home to sleep and spend time with her dog. A year ago she had bought a golden retriever from a shelter, the pup was just a 9 months old at the time and had been in an abusive home before. Y/n had seen the way the little girl pup had whimpered when someone went to touch her or flinched at sudden movements and it had made her heart ache. She immediately chose the puppy and brought her home. At first it had been a struggle to get the little pup to trust her, but Y/n had refused to quit. She spent hours before and after work giving the puppy love and patience as she earned her trust. After a few months Y/n could happily say it was worth it. That skinny, sad puppy was a happy trouble maker. Y/n found the name Stitch suited the puppy the best, as it reminded her of her favourite disney movie and in a way she and Stitch had stitched each other’s hearts back together. After a case Y/n felt 10 time better going home now that she had someone to greet her. She would never admit it, but Hotch was a huge part of the reason why she was glad she had Stitch. When she started taking Stitch to the park 11 months ago she had run into Hotch and Jack. Jack had immediately fallen in love with Stitch, which had led to hours of the three of them playing ball with Stitch. It had become a continuous event for them to do when they didn’t have a case and Y/n loved it. She loved seeing that Stitch made people besides her happy, she loved seeing Jack light up and the rare smile of Hotch’s face. She had been there when Haley died and she was happy to see them overcoming her death. Not in any way did she feel happy that Haley had died, in fact they had been good friends and had spent a lot of time together since Y/n had joined the team. Y/n had been the one that they asked to babysit Jack when they couldn’t be there and Y/n couldn’t be more grateful. She adored Jack and it was nice to spend time with him, she didn’t know if she would ever have the blessing of having kids and she was able to accept that. It didn’t stop her love of children though. Today was one of those days, Hotch had phoned her letting her knew he was going to go to the park with Jack. Y/n had already been there by the time they arrived and was throwing a ball for Stitch. She didn’t know if she would ever be able to get over how the little boy’s eyes lit up when he saw her and Stitch. It was such a positive feeling and she clung onto it like if was a drug. It led to her and Hotch sitting there on the bench as Jack ran around with Stitch. “Did you sleep at all?” Hotch’s question took her by surprise. Of course it was normal for Hotch to be concerned, he was always concerned about his team, but the way he said it seemed different than when he asks the others these kind of questions. Y/n shook away the thought, not wanting to allow herself to have any hope. “A little, it wasn’t much, but I never sleep much anyways.” It was hard for her to admit. She had suffered from insomnia for years and it was something she never really talked about. She kept her eyes on Jack and Stitch hoping that if she did so he would drop the subject, but he was as stubborn as she was. She nearly jumped in surprise as she felt his hand on her knee. “Are you having nightmares, Y/n?” He sounded truly concerned for her and she could feel herself warm up at how his words and the lack of space between them. How could one man make her almost feel like putty in his hands. “No, no its not like that. I promise.” Y/n wanted to reassure him, but she wasn’t ready to tell him everything. It wasn’t time. She just wasn’t ready for that, maybe eventually, but not now. It seemed as though he could sense her hesitance towards the subject because he backed off and moved away. “If you need to talk, when you are ready to, I am here.” He sent her a small reassuring smile that made her heart race. “I know. Thank you.” They spent a few moments talking about the previous case when Y/n’s phone went off. With a sigh she pulled it out of her pocket to see that it was JJ. She glanced at Hotch as she debated whether to answer it or not. As if sensing her hesitance he instantly nodded at her phone, “Get it.” Her finger slides across the screen accepting the call. “Whats up, JJ?” “Garcia and Prentiss are heading over in 20 minutes. Are you still coming to get ready together?” A groan escaped her lips before she could stop it. How could she forget about going out with the team tonight? Garcia had been talking about it for days. Y/n could hear JJ laughing on the end of the line, “You forgot didn’t you?” “Yes. I am so sorry, JJ. I’ll be over in a little bit. I have to take Stitch home from the park.” “Speed it up, pretty lady.” A laugh escapes her lips, “Yes, ma'am.” JJ hung up without a response causing Y/n to look at Hotch. “Cutting this short?” “Unfortunately. JJ, Garcia, Prentiss and I are meeting up so we can get ready and carpool tonight.” Hotch seemed to furrow his brow in confusion before he remembered. He just nods his head as he purses his lips. “Jack, Y/n has to go.” Hotch’s voice caught Y/n by surprise, but she quickly stands up. “I’m going to go say goodbye to little man.” She jogged off leaving Hotch alone in thought. He couldn’t help but watch how she ran up behind Jack and picked him up, spinning him as he giggled. Jack seemed so happy around her. Hotch couldn’t even blame the dog for that considering Jack seemed to have as hard of a time letting Y/n go as he did the dog. Y/n had Jack on her shoulders and she was spinning in circles as the dog barked. They all seemed so happy, almost like a family and in that moment he realized that he couldn’t keep avoiding what he felt. Even Jack had been urging him on, he had admitted he wouldn’t mind Y/n being his new mom. They all liked her, why couldn’t he just accept it? Why couldn’t he just make a move and see? Getting ready with the girls was treacherous. All these women were lethal in their own way and they all had a secret agenda for that night. Garcia, Prentiss and JJ, though wanted to have fun, also wanted to make make sure Y/n captured attention. They had convinced her to wear a black dress that ended mid thight. It was tight and showed off every curve. Not only did Y/n look good, but she felt good too. Since they were running a bit late, it was decided that Y/n would drive there because not only was she the fastest driver, but she also knew how to avoid traffic lights. This led to her parking the car while the rest of the girls went in. “Where is Y/n?” Reid asked. They all knew the girls were riding together. “She’s parking the car.” “Ah using her spectacular driving skills because you are latte, babygirl?” Prentiss rolled her eyes as Garcia and Derek flirt. It seemed as though only, her, Rossi and JJ noticed that Hotch was watching the door. Immediately when Y/n walked in it seemed like all eyes were on her. “Damn you did good, ladies.” Garcia slapped Derek upside the head as everyone laughed. “Thanks for the compliment, Derek.” Y/n slid into the seat beside Hotch with a smile.
There was lots of playful banter within the next two hours, but everyone except Y/n could see that Hotch became annoyed every time someone came over offering to buy her a drink. It was continuous and it seemed as though the most she rejected, the most desirable she became. Y/n was dancing with Garcia, when Hotch got up and started heading over. It seemed as though the team was holding their breath as Hotch asked her to dance. “What is up with those two? They have been like this for two years now.” Derek had already lost the bet the team had going on. He had originally said within a year to a year and six months, one of them would make a move, but it hadn’t happened yet. “It’s just one of those things. He loves her, she loves him and everyone can see it, but them” The rest of the team stare at Rossi in shock at the words that escaped his mouth. “What? I’ve had three wives. I know things.” As Y/n and Hotch started making their way back to the table the team was at it seemed one of the previously rejected men had gained some alcohol induced confidence. He grabbed her ass. It wasn’t even a subtle grab, it was a full on ass grope and a noise of shock escaped Y/n’s mouth. What the hell even was that? Who does that? There was laughs following the man’s action and Hotch was enraged. He didn’t think before he swung. Hotch just felt a sense of satisfaction when his fist hit the man’s jaw and he fell to the floor. It seemed to light something within the man because he got up and stumbled as he tried to punch Hotch back. Y/n had never seen such a look in Hotch’s eyes as he knocked the man to the ground again. The man only laughed as he held his bloody nose. “You might want to keep an eye on your woman, you know in case she decides she can find someone to do her better. With a body like that, I’m surprised she sticks to one man.” Hotch looked like he was about to attack the man again when Y/n did something she thought she never would. She didn’t know what came over her, but she threw her arms around Hotch’s neck and kissed him. She knew she shouldn’t have done it, but it was as though she had no control over her own body. All she could think was how sexy he looked defending her and how defensive he had become. For a second Hotch was in shock, but as soon as he regained his senses his lips moved in sync with hers. Y/n couldn’t help, but smile into the kiss, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt as the team whistled and cheered them on. Morgan’s voice could be heard throughout the whole bar, “Finally. Its about damn time.” Y'n’s hands slid into Hotch’s hair as he gripped her hips firmly. Kissing Hotch was better than she had imagined, he was passionate, but gentle and she felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins and she felt like a little girl again with all the cliche butterfly feelings. With a soft tug on his dark hair, a quiet groan of approval escaped his lips. He had a hard time controlling himself as he pulled her closer, urging her body to press right against his and his hands slid a little slower, until they were almost on her ass. He had always known he wanted her, but he had never known how much until this moment. He pulled away slightly as he struggled he get his breath back. “Do you- Do you want to leave?” He was hesitant to ask, he hadn’t been with anyone in what felt with a long time and he also didn’t want to disrespect her. He couldn’t help, but stare at her lips as a smirk spread across them. “I thought you would never ask.” Without giving him time to register her answer inside his mind she grabbed his hand and led him back to the table. “Are you heading home?” Derek had a suggestive look on his face as she grabbed her bag. Y/n simply winked in response as she led Hotch towards the door. “Play it safe you two.” Rossi called as Y/n opened the door. “Have a good night. I know I will.” Her response left them gobsmacked as the door closed behind the two of them. Hotch led her to his car as she stole kisses from his lips. He tried to control himself because he knew that they would never leave the parking lot if he let her gain a response. As soon as he sat down in the drivers seat and had started the car, her lips were on his neck. He knew there would be a few hickies in the morning from the way she was sucking and nipping. “Y/n if you don’t stop, we wont be able to leave.” Y/n seemed to ignore him and she crawled over onto his lap, making it easier for her to slowly bring her lips to his jawline. When she reached his lips, she didn’t kiss him. She gently brushed her lips against his, taunting him and making him want more as she shifted her body so that she was straddling him. His hands glide up her thighs and onto her hips, underneath her dress as he groans. Hotch brings his head forward crashing his lips onto hers urgently. Her hands roam his chest as their lips move in sync. Her fingers found the buttons on his dress shirt and started undoing them. She had every intention of teasing him in every way possible before they could head to one of their places. She presses her crotch down on his, only to groan in surprise and approval. He was already hard and she could feel the bulge begging to come out of his pants. She couldn’t deny that knowing that she did that to him turned her on. Y/n rolled her hips against his causing both of them to groan as his hands were on her ass and he groped it earning another moan. Their lips broke apart as his head leaned back against the seat. “Fuck, Aaron”, it was rare that she called him by his first name, but it slipped out as she continued to grind her hips against his. It felt like electric currents were shooting up their bodies. Getting lost in desire, Y/n reaches between them and starts undoing Hotch’s belt and pants. His left hand finds its way to her breast, his hands immediately massaging it through the thin material. He couldn’t remember a time when he had wanted someone more than he wanted her at this moment. Y/n brought her hands to the bottom of her dress and starts pulling it up until it is over her head, leaving her in just her bra and pulls it over her head. In that moment Y/n looked into his brown eyes that were filled with lust. “I need you. I need you right now.”
"the hushed conversations under Aaron’s duvet during the early, tentative days of their newfound relationship" OMG you have to write about this! You can't write this sentence and not to write more! Please?
Robert had stayed over often enough for it to be a routine, now. It was still early days, still those tentative first weeks where they were just getting used to each other again, mapping out the territory of their new relationship, but they were starting to build a sort of routine, and it had started with Aaron suggesting Robert leave some clothes at his.
Until now, Robert had been heading back to Victoria’s to shower and change after spending the night at Aaron’s, but now he had a drawer of Aaron’s dresser for some clean clothes and underwear, a set of pyjamas to sleep in so he could stop borrowing Aaron’s too-short tracksuit bottoms, and a random mess of his face-wash and moisturiser, and toothbrush, sitting on one of the lockers.
It felt real.
There was a lot they hadn’t done yet, as a couple, there was a lot Aaron still wasn’t ready for, but Robert couldn’t bring himself to care, if he was honest. What they had now, it was so much more, the nights they would stay up and just talk, and learn all the things they’d never had time to learn about each other during the affair.
It felt good.
It was past one am, now, the Woolpack quiet, pub shut for the evening, the rest of the Dingles who called the pub home in bed. He and Aaron had gone for a few pints, after work, and watched a shitty film in the backroom before they’d decided to go to bed, Aaron asking if he was going to stay with a hopeful smile on his face.
It was a new expression, one Robert hadn’t seen before, at least. Aaron would bite his lip slightly, looking at him with wide eyes and an almost shy smile, inquiring if he was going to head back to Victoria’s for the night.
Robert didn’t want to be anywhere Aaron wasn’t.
Shifting slightly so he was lying on his side, looking at Aaron intently. “Where’s your dream place to go on holiday?” he asked, continuing their new nightly routine of twenty questions, asking each other all the things couples should know about each other.
Aaron looked thoughtful, hair still damp against his forehead. He’d gone for a shower, before bed, his usual routine, Robert had noticed - he’d always been a shower in the morning guy, himself, but Aaron had shrugged and admitted he liked to wash the day off.
“Ibiza,” Aaron said, decisive.
Robert snorted. “Ibiza? You’re such a lad!”
Aaron rolled his eyes. “Alright, you wanker,” he shook his head. “What’s wrong with Ibiza? It’s got the sun, the alcohol….”
“The girls,” Robert mocked, earning himself a shove from Aaron.
“Haha.” Aaron rolled his eyes. “I went there once, you know.”
Aaron nodded. “Best holiday I’ve ever been on,” he admitted. “First time in my life I felt like I could be happy.”
“Why?” Robert asked, genuinely curious. He’d never much been interested in going to Ibiza, if he was honestly - he’d done the posh resorts in Spain, and Italy, with Chrissie, holidayed in Greece with mates once, when he was twenty one, but he’d never been too bothered about going to Ibiza.
“There was no hassle, no problems,” Aaron shrugged. “I got to hang out on the beach and drink with my mates, felt like a proper teenager.”
Robert gave him a soft smile. “I might not be up for Ibiza, but we should go on holiday,” he nudged, reaching across the space between them in Aaron’s bed, tangling their fingers together.
Robert thought for a second, thought of all the places in the world he wanted to see, all the places he wanted to go with Aaron. “Anywhere,” he declared. “Anywhere where I can have ya all to myself.”
BurrMads: Burr being kissed around the neck, soft touches under his sweater, James snuggling into the smol boy's neck and praising him
SORRY! This has been in my inbox for quite a while! I did not forget about it, I just needed a break from daily fic writing! More under readmore
was a long day. It was always a long day, for both of them. Still,
even through his own haze of gentle exhaustion- the feeling of a
productive, if challenging, day of work- Aaron recognized the look on
day?” Aaron gave his boyfriend an encouraging smile. Usually well
kept together, even in private, James let out a long, quiet sigh as
he dropped his bags on the floor. James’ coat dripped as he pulled it
off and hung it on the staircase railing to dry. “I don’t recall it
went off.” James spoke in short, sharp tones as he peeled his
sweater off- also very wet.
considered the sight- his boyfriend sad and wet, versus the actions
he could take. “Do you want to talk about it?”
From any other person, the response would sound rude and hurtful.
Aaron knew James by now though. He’d never been one for many words,
even compared to Aaron himself.
you want me to get you some dry clothes?”
let out a soft sigh this time, shucking out of his dress pants and
standing in a mere shirt and boxers. “No thanks.”
raised a brow- would James rather stand there in the middle of the
kitchen, half dressed?- but then James wasn’t just standing there, he
was striding over in quick, purposeful steps. In one quick motion,
Aaron found himself with an armful of James. Instinctively, his hands
closed around the slightly smaller body. James tipped his head down
until wet hair, nearly dripping, rubbed against the side of Aaron’s
face. Distantly, Aaron thanked the fact that James preferred a short
* Burr x Reader * Modern * Requested by anonymous * Request: reader is in love with Lafayette but he’s getting married and the reader is just…*suffering.* And then after Laf gets married, Burr realizes something’s off and the reader has to spill. And then she and Burr are in a soft and happy relationship
A/N: Yet another one I pulled from the depths of request. I used a shit ton of italics in this one. Yeah anyway, there’s some probably wrong French translations. Also, wedding planning is a pain in the ass and no where near as easy as I made it sound. I just shortened it. Trust me, it sucks. Oh, and the suit I’m picturing Lafayette in is the one Daveed wore to the White House. But I hope you all enjoy.
Word Count: 3,456
“Mes amies!” Lafayette greeted the group warmly. You looked up at your friend and smiled. His curly hair was pulled back like always. His eyes sparkled happily. His happiness was contagious. He dropped into the seat next to you. “I have great news!” He said.
“What?” Alexander asked his energetic friend.
“Adrienne is coming here from France!”
You all exchanged blank looks. “Who?” You asked.
Lafayette looked around at your confused faces. “Have I not mentioned mon amour before?” You recoiled, physically recoiled, at his words. Mon amour. My love. He had a girlfriend. “We’ve been engaged for years now.” Correction, he had a fiancé.
Aaron watches Alexander chew at the string of his hoodie, eyes focused behind his glasses as he stares at his laptop, hands hovering over his keyboard.
He’s always so interesting to watch when he works; lips forming words that Aaron can’t hear while his brows draw together. He almost looks angry, as if the assignment has personally offended him.
Aaron wouldn’t be surprised if that were true. Most things seem to offend Alexander.
He’s not sure how long he’s been staring at Alexander, but suddenly he’s meeting his gaze, and Aaron realizes with a slight start that his intent inspection of him is probably coming off a little creepy.
“Can I buy you a drink?” He asks before Alexander can say anything, before he can ask why Aaron was staring.
“A drink?” Is Alexander’s slow response, and he blinks a few times, like Aaron’s question isn’t registering in his mind.
Aaron nods. “Coffee. Seeing as we’re already in a coffee shop.”
please please write a drabble version of your post about aaron distracting robert from cooking!
your wish is my command, anon! a soppy drabble version of this post i made when i was mid-meltdown about how beautiful the mill kitchen is.
“You know,” Robert commented, glancing at Aaron as he stirred the sauce carefully, half an eye on the hob. “We’ve got a perfectly good kitchen table.”
Aaron grinned, at a slight height advantage as he sat on one of their kitchen counters, wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms, and an old jumper of Robert’s, the sleeves too long on him. Robert would never admit it aloud, but he found Aaron’s habit of pulling his sleeves down over his hands endearing, and even more so when Aaron did it with Robert’s clothes.
(As long as it wasn’t one of his nicer jumpers. The one occasion Aaron had stolen on of Robert’s favourite Ted Baker jumpers and yanked the sleeves down after his wrists had nearly given Robert a legitimate heart attack, Aaron oblivious to the reasoning behind Robert’s meltdown.)
“We’ve got a lovely kitchen,” Aaron agreed, reaching out to steal another piece of the chorizo Robert had on a chopping board, neatly sliced into small pieces. “But I like sitting here.”
Robert rolled his eyes, slapping Aaron’s hand out of the way so he could add the chorizo to the pot he was slaving over. “You’re a child, you know that?” he commented, heart swelling at the bright smile on Aaron’s face as they teased each other.
It had taken them a long time to get to where they were now, happy, and solid, building a real life together. It had taken months, and months, and hours of counselling, and hard conversations, and more than one screaming match, but they’d gotten there.
Of course they’d gotten there.
Their love, the way they felt about each other, it wasn’t something that could just be pushed aside or forgotten, it wasn’t something to just be moved on from. If it had ever been that simple, their affair would never have gotten out of hand the way it had, they wouldn’t have fallen so desperately in love with each other they way they had.
Their love was worth it.
“You love it.” Aaron laughed, reaching for his half drunk cup of tea. It was a quiet Saturday evening, Liv over at Gabby’s, the two of them with the flat to themselves for once. “Anyway, it’s your fault for picking out cabinets that are perfect sitting height.”
Why won’t everyone just go away? Why do they insist on telling him everything is okay when it obviously isn’t? Why do they keep trying to hug him? There is only one set of arms he wants around him right now and that’s not possible.
Closing his eyes, Aaron tries to remember the feel of Robert holding him. Has it really been almost a week since his husband had pulled him in tight just as they were walking out the door of their home, kissed him long and hard and made him promise they would return as soon as humanly possible? Aaron had laughed and rolled his eyes. Reminded Robert they had all the time in the world. They lived together and worked together, it wouldn’t kill him to spend some time out with family.
Aaron almost chokes on a sob. Why had he been so glib about it? After everything they had been through he should consider every moment they have together damn near a miracle. They had survived more in the last few years than most people in their entire lifetime. They had wanted each other, loved each other, resented each other, loved each other again, hated each other or at least tried, tolerated each other, liked each other and somehow became best friends. Then they found their way back to loving each other, when they definitely shouldn’t have been able to. It shouldn’t work but somehow they made it.
A hand on Aaron’s shoulder draws him out of his thoughts. He looks up into his little sister’s tear streaked face. He knows she’s hurting. That he should try to comfort her, but he doesn’t know how. He doesn’t know how to pretend with her. She’s too smart for that. He could try to tell her they’ll get through this, but she’d know his words are just an empty promise. That he’s just as lost as she is. Robert’s been her family just as much as his. How would they work without him?
Context: Robert & Aaron are expecting their baby in a few weeks and they decide to go shopping for the baby.
They had around 6 weeks left to prepare for the new arrival
and after much putting it off till the next weekend, they were finally battling
the challenge of trying to get in some way, shape or form, organised. They only
knew of one shop that stocked for baby things, the massive one in Hotten which
they presumed every single parent in Yorkshire shopped at.
On entering the store, they were faced with a mountain of
different objects, none of them looking familiar at all, as well as this there
were signs to different departments and a sea of pregnant women swimming
through the shop.
“Maybe we should just come another time when it’s less
busy.” Aaron said tunring to leave the shop before being pulled back by Robert.
“The baby could come any time now and we don’t even have
enough to look after a doll let alone a baby.” Robert stated as he began to
look around the shop.
After what felt like hours of measuring, fitting and
checking they had gathered up quite a collection: a car seat, a crib, a moses
basket, nappies upon nappies, a pram, bottles, dummies and a heap of other bits
and pieces they couldn’t resist buying – all that was left was the clothes.
They found a large corner of the shop which was filled with
baby clothes, ranging from new born to toddlers, immediately they headed over
to the new born section. After a few minutes Robert noticed Aaron had picked up
a lot of white baby grows of various sizes and had thrown them into the
“Are we having a baby or a convict?” Robert smiled picking
up all the plain white one pieces.
“It’s what new born babies wear innit.” Aaron said taking
them off of Robert and analysing them.
“She can have some nicer clothes as well,” Robert smiled
looking at some of the clothes hung up on the wall racks, spotting a little
yellow dress with a floral pattern on it, picking it up to show Aaron, “This is
“We are not dressing our daughter in floral, there’s enough
of that from her Daddy.” A smile creeping onto both of their faces at how
domestic they sounded right now, talking about being fathers.
For a few more minutes, they looked at some different
outfits they could buy, eventually deciding they had chosen enough given that
she would grow out of them in a few months, plus the amount they would be
bought by all their families.
Walking around the shop Aaron came across a small little
teddy bear, similar to one he had as a child yet this one was new and had a
slightly warmer smile on its face. Soon, Robert came up behind him and spotted
the small toy in his husband’s hand, recognising it to be a similar toy to
which he had as a kid, one he remembered having from birth.
“We should get it.” Robert muttered from behind Aaron,
causing him to jump slightly.
“We’ve already bought her half the shop, we can’t buy her
anymore.” Aaron argued with a slight reluctance in his voice.
“Then we’ll put one of the thousand other ones back and get
this one.” Robert smiled picking up a random toy from the trolley which they
had no real desire to buy. “This can be her teddy, you know the one everyone
keeps forever, the one they seemed to have all their life which is just
special, for no particular reason.”
This caused Aaron to chuckle slightly as he knew the exact
kind of teddy Robert was going on about, especially seeing as though when they
first moved into Mill he found Robert’s in a box of his old sentimental things
– his husband was such a soft lad and he loved it.
“Yeah okay.” Aaron said placing the small teddy bear gently
into the shopping trolley, before looking back up at Robert and placing a quick
kiss to his lips, “Come on.”
As they went to leave the section they bumped into a rather
pregnant woman and her husband who was reading through the description on one
of the products they had picked up.
“Blimey, you’ve got a lucky little one!” She smiled sweetly,
nodding towards the many items they had in their shopping trolley. “How old is
she?” She asked, noticing the little dresses.
Her comments had completely thrown the two men, no one other
than family had ever really asked them about it. “Erm,” Robert began noticing
Aaron hadn’t spoke, “She’s not made an appearance yet.”
“Oh bet you’re excited, is she gonna be your first?” She
beamed, earning a nod from both men who were now smiling towards her, “This is
my second, but if he’s anything like his older sister he won’t be making an
appearance for a while.” She laughed gently, holding her bump.
“There’s so much to buy, we didn’t realise how much there
is.” Robert smiled looking back down at the trolley. “It’s all worth it
“You’ll get used to it,” She smiled, reassuring him and
Aaron, “I’m Georgia by the way, nice to meet you. And that one over there is
Jamie – he’s triple checking everything, typical of him.” She laughed glancing
over to her husband.
“Robert.” He said in response to her.
“Aaron.” Aaron followed his husbands lead, introducing
“Well, it was nice to meet you both,” She said, starting to
follow her husband as he went over to the food area, “Good luck with the little
They began walking over to the till after their
conversation, deciding to leave the shop before they became bankrupt from
buying too much,
“She was nice.” Aaron commented, thinking about their
“Yeah,” Robert agreed, looking around the shop some more on
the way to the till, “Two though, that must take serious skills.” He laughed.
“You never know.” Aaron smirked, hinting maybe their little
one on the way wouldn’t be their only one…
This one is a bit of a shorter one but I’m unsure of whether to add more to this, maybe shopping with the newborn or them meeting Georgia again? Who knows? Let me know what you think!
Pairing: Lafayette x Reader, slight Aaron Burr x Reader
Prompt: Reader is replaced in friendship, angst for anon
Words:1753 (My longest one yet!)
You and the Hamilsquad had been friends ever since preschool. Every Friday night would be another movie night, which included junk foods, homemade pizzas and bonfires.
There were bad days where things happened in families and people were upset. There were relationships and broken hearts. Stress levels would go high and moodiness would be a problem.
But through everything you all stuck together. And now the five of you were starting the next phase of your life.
All of you ended up going to the same college. The four of them were rooming together, and you were rooming with the Schuyler sisters.
The first semester was going great. Friday nights still happened, and everyone went out to lunch together at least once a week.
Junior year was when everything started to change. It was a very slow progression, so you didn’t take notice of it until it was too late.
“So Y/N when are you finally going to tell Lafayette that you’re in love with him?” John asked you, as the two of you were walking to lunch after class.
“I don’t know. That’s not really how I work,” you told him, walking ahead to the cafe everyone was meeting at. He sighed and shook his head as the two of you walked into the cafe.
You saw everyone sitting at your regular table. Except there was someone new sitting next to Lafayette and Angelica.
A new girl that you had never seen before.
You sat down next to John as the two of you crammed into the booth. You barely fit into the booth. You were half on the seat and half off.
“Oh sorry Y/N. I guess there’s to many of us. Why don’t you slide a chair over to the table,” Lafayette told you before turning back to the girl sitting next to him.
You felt slightly hurt but brushed it off.
“Okay now that everyone is here, I want you all to meet Johanna. We have Chem together,” Laf stated.
“Thank you for letting me come and join you. You can call me Jo. I already know all your names, Laf told them to me on our way here,” She told you all, putting her hand on Lafayette’s arm.
Everyone started to chatter excitedly asking her questions, even asking if the two of them were dating. Jo denied it, but you could tell that she wanted him. You couldn’t tell what Lafayette was thinking, which hurt your poor heart.
That was the first time you noticed a small change. But you brushed it off, not really thinking anything of it.
The second time you noticed the change is when there was a movie night.
It was supposed to be at your place that night, but the had all decided, without your input, to have it at Jo’s place.
You were a little upset, you had spent the entire day cleaning and baking treats for tonight.
Nevertheless you made your way over to Jo’s place.
They all greeted you quickly before putting in a movie.
“What are we watching?” you asked tentatively.
“Horror films!” Jo replied, settling her way right next to Laf and John, the spot that you would usually occupy.
The group never watched horror movies. You hated them, so they never watched them. They’d promised you.
“Oh I’m sorry Y/N. I forgot that you hated horror movies. We’ve already picked out all of the horror ones we wanted to watch. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” Laf told you. You swore that you saw a smirk on Jo’s face, as if she was taunting you.
“Yeah. I guess I’ll go home.”
You picked yourself up over everything that was laying in your way, and quietly left the house.
The tears started flowing as soon as you turned the corner.
They were your best friends! How could they just all of the sudden forget something like that.
As you were walking home, you bumped into Aaron Burr.
“Are you alright Miss Y/N?” He asked stopping you. He looked concerned, and it almost made you cry again.
“Yeah, I’m just h-having a bad d-day,” You hiccuped, drying your tears as best you could.
“Are you sure? Can I do anything for you? A soda or coffee?” He asked you, handing you a tissue.
“A coffee actually sounds great. Thank you so much Aaron.” He nodded and guided you into a small coffee shop. Both of you got coffees and sat at a booth together. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, and you were thankful that he didn’t push you.
“Thank you for the coffee Aaron. I really needed that,” You told him, throwing your coffee cup away.
“Of course. Would you like me to walk you home?”
You nodded and the two of you set off not talking. When you arrived home you thanked Aaron once more before making your way to bed.
The third time that you noticed the changes was when Alex went off at you.
Having coffee with Aaron had become a regular thing. Your friends were ignoring you right now, so Aaron was the only person that you could hang out with.
The two of you would sit in the small coffee shop, checking each other’s homework assignments, comparing answers, and recommending books.
You had been together when Alexander went off at you. He had seen you through the window of the shop and came barging in, asking you what the two of you were doing together.
“Why are you with him Y/N?” Alex asked you angrily.
“We’re just having coffee and going over some school work Alex. Stop making it such a big deal,” you told him firmly.
“You’ve betrayed my friendship Y/N. I can’t believe that you would even speak to him!”
That was it. You were furious.
“Okay listen up Alexander. You have no right to come in here and tell me who I can and cannot be friends with. You and I were supposed to be best friends, but you don’t seem to care. You have been ignoring me and my texts everyday and you look at me like I don’t even exist anymore. You’ve got Jo now so why should you think about me!” You shouted at him.
“Okay Y/N do you want to know something? You’re just a jealous brat and now I know why no one is talking to you anymore. You’re so weak and pathetic. Why were we ever friends in the first place?” He shouted back before shaking his head and storming out of the shop.
You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
Aaron grabbed all of your stuff and took you home. He put all of your stuff away and laid you in bed. He covered you with the blanket and brought you some calming tea, sitting with you while you drank.
He didn’t leave you once that night, just sat there with you, neither of you speaking.
You finally accepted that they had replaced you three days after Alex’s outbreak.
You had been walking through campus, going to meet Aaron for lunch, when you had seen them all sitting at a table in the middle of the courtyard.
They were all sitting there, laughing, joking, and having fun.
The worst part about it was Jo.
She was sitting on Lafayette’s lap. He didn’t seem to care either.
You needed to get out of here. You could see Aaron walking towards you, looking confused, but then realization crossed his face when he saw what you were looking at.
“Alright, we need to get you out of here. And I don’t mean out of this area. I mean out of this school,” he told you dragging you to your apartment.
“Aaron what are you talking about? I can’t leave.”
“Yes you can. You can’t stay here, one day it’s all going to be too much and I’m afraid that you would do something drastic. You need a fresh start.”
You thought for a minute. You knew that you were in a really bad position right now, and a new start would be good for you.
“Okay but where and how. The term is almost over yes, but?”
Aaron sighed and sat you down on the couch.
“You know Spanish right? Sign up to be a foreign exchange student to Spain. You know the language and culture so it shouldn’t be too hard for you. And you can come back second semester of senior year or stay the whole year. That way you wouldn’t have to see all of them everyday,” He told you, watching for your reaction.
You thought about it for a second. Not seeing them everyday now sounded like a blessing. Your heart couldn’t take it anymore. You looked at Aaron.
“Where do I sign up?”
You finished your junior year and got ready to leave for Spain. You were going to a small town outside of Barcelona. You were really excited.
The packing was what killed you. You packed away all of your memories of everyone. It hurt really bad. You weren’t ready to throw them out so Aaron took them for you and stored them in his attic.
He drove you to the airport the day you left, waiting with you until it was time for you to board.
“Go on and make some new memories. You’ll be just fine Y/N. I’m proud of you,” Aaron told you.
You felt as though you were going to cry again.
“Thank you so much Aaron. For everything,” You told him giving him a hug.
He returned the embrace and gave you a small kiss on the head. You heard your flight being called so you broke away and grabbed all of your stuff, your eyes teary.
“Remember you can call me anytime. Even if it’s the middle of the night here. Okay?” He told you, handing you your last bag.
“Thank you Aaron. Goodbye.”
“Hey Y/N!” Your friend John was calling to you. You picked yourself up from the sandbox and made your way over to the table where everyone was sitting.
“Whats going on guys?” You asked, your small arms pulling you up to sit on the table. You sat next to Laf and looked at all of their smiling faces.
“We’re going to make a pack! We want to be best friends forever!” Laf exclaimed.
Okay so based in your fun adventures in the airport, imagine a modern!au hamburr where they're strangers both stuck like you, who meet while waiting for their flight, Alex the caffeine-driven politician travelling to international meetings and Aaron "did not ask for this" Burr the museum conservator who was overseas to see new paintings
H E L L YES. I’m gonna actually gonna write this out:
When he sees the red letters spelling out the word “cancelled” next to his 3pm flight, Aaron takes a deep breath through his nose, willing himself to stay calm. It’ll be fine. He’ll just get another flight, and everything will be fine. He’ll still be able to get home soon.
Or at least that’s what he thinks.
One of the airport workers tells him that there are no other flights until 7 that evening that are going to New York. She hands him a new boarding pass and a complimentary food voucher before waving him away and calling for the next person. Aaron walks off, pulling his suitcase behind him as he wonders what he should do. He could leave the airport, just go back into London and walk around and get some food to kill time. But that would involve getting another taxi, and Aaron is running low on cash. He’s pretty sure the driver won’t accept his food voucher as compensation.
Aaron checks his suitcase and goes through security, hoping that somehow his flight will magically move back up to leaving at 3 if he goes through all the usual motions. But the screen still shows it as being cancelled, so Aaron just walks around, nervous energy building inside of him. He’s tired, and just wants to get home and sleep in his own bed. Being stuck in an airport is the last thing he wants.
Around 5:30, Aaron walks over to check on his flight, and feels like the floor is being ripped away from underneath him; the screen is now telling him that his flight has been delayed until 10pm. Aaron groans, and a man standing next to him turns and smiles at him sympathetically.
“You too, huh?” He asks, running a hand through his hair. “You on the flight back to JFK?”
“Yep.” Aaron says, shifting his bag on his shoulder. “I’ve been here since 12:00, have probably walked the length of the airport three times.”
“I’ve got you beat; been here since 10:30. And I used my entire food voucher to buy one cup of coffee. They didn’t tell me that I had to use all fifteen dollars at once, so all I’m running on is an espresso and a bag of salt and vinegar chips. And yeah, it’s a combination that’s as gross as it sounds.” The man smiles at him again before holding out a hand. “I’m Alexander Hamilton, by the way.”
“Aaron Burr.” Aaron says, shaking the outstretched hand and giving Alexander a small smile. “And I can buy you something to eat, if you want. I haven’t used my voucher yet.”
“Oh, no, that’s fine! I don’t want you to use yours on me, I’ll be fine.”
“Come on.” Aaron says, motioning with his head towards the Starbucks that’s behind them. “We’re both gonna need another coffee to get through this.” He watches as Alexander considers his proposal, his teeth catching on his bottom lip. “You’ll be doing me a favor, anyway. I hate airports, and the company would be nice.” Aaron waits as Alexander continues to think. What he said is true; Aaron hates airports, hates the stress of navigating through them and the endless hours of waiting. He really could use the company.
“Well, alright.” Alexander agrees with another smile, and Aaron feels some of his stress subside.
Alexander follows Aaron over to the Starbucks and grabs a table while Aaron gets in line. Aaron orders them both a cup of coffee, and adds on two blueberry muffins as well before joining Alexander at the table and handing him his drink and food.
“Thanks.” Alexander says, taking a long sip from his cup and humming happily. “Really, I appreciate it. I’ll love you forever now that you’ve given me coffee” He takes another quick sip and then wipes his mouth, eyes flicking up to Aaron’s. “Sorry, that was kind of a weird thing to say.”
“You’re fine.” Aaron says with a chuckle as he takes a sip of his own coffee. “Although I might need to know a little more about you before I can return the sentiment. What were you in England for?”
“Work.” Alexander responds, leaning back slightly in his chair. “You know Senator Washington? I’m a part of his staff, and I guess that includes accompanying him on his trips to Europe. I was supposed to fly back with him two days ago, but I decided to book a flight for today. I’ve never been to Europe and wanted to stay as long as possible.” He takes a bite of his muffin and shrugs. “Although getting my flight delayed by seven hours isn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my time here. What about you?”
“Also work.” Aaron says with a nod. “I’m a museum conservator. I was up at the Victoria and Albert Museum.”
“Don’t hate me, but I’ve never heard of a museum conservator. What do you do?”
“The job description varies.” Aaron says with a wave of his hand. “I usually work with the general public, telling visitors about the different artwork and answering questions about the exhibits. But I travel a lot too, usually to help organize exhibits. The Victoria and Albert Museum has an exhibit going on called Curtain Up, and it’s celebrating theatre in London and New York, so I was up there to observe and help with everything.”
“That sounds amazing.” Alexander says, his eyes wide with interest. “How did you get into that?”
“I’ve always loved history, so the idea of getting up close and personal with it just seemed like the best thing. And I do love it, but the traveling can get a little exhausting.”
The two of them continue to converse easily back and forth, and Aaron is somewhat surprised to find that he’s enjoying himself. Alexander is interesting and has a lot of stories to tell, and it helps time pass quickly. And if Aaron finds himself looking Alexander up and down every now and then, his eyes lingering on Alexander’s lips, well, who can blame him? It’s been a long day, and Alexander is good looking.
Around 8 o’clock, the two of them walk over to their gate together and sit down. They sit in a comfortable silence for awhile, but then Aaron sighs, feeling a slight headache coming on. It really has been a long day.
“You wanna play a game?” Alexander asks, the corners of his mouth lifting up in another smile. “Pick a person in the airport, and I’ll tell you their story.”
Aaron raises his eyebrows, but then lets his eyes scan around the room, finally landing on a young woman sitting in a large coat sitting across from them; there’s a book open on her lap, but she isn’t even looking at it. Instead her eyes are also scanning the room, and one of her legs is bouncing up and down as she taps her fingers against the armrest.
“Undercover cop.” Alexander says instantly, but Aaron laughs and then slaps a hand to his mouth as the people around them look over. “Not kidding. The large coat, the tactfully placed book that she isn’t even reading, the glancing around. Totally an undercover cop.”
“Bullshit.” Aaron says with another laugh. “She’s probably just a nervous flyer.”
“But that’s not as interesting.” Alexander points out with a smirk. “Don’t worry, you’ll get better at the game if we play more. Take that guy over there.” Alexander says, pointing at a man in a striped shirt who is laying down on his back across four seats, one of his hands covering his eyes as the other is held out to his side, his hand rotating every now and then, probably in an attempt to crack his wrist.
“Uhm…” Aaron squints as he tries to come up with something. “He’s a mime.” Alexander snorts, and Aaron can’t help but smile as well. “A really bad one. He probably spent the last week in England trying to get recognized for his talent, but now he has to go back to his mime family to tell them he’s failed.”
“His mime family?” Alexander asks with a laugh, and Aaron shrugs. “Alright, not bad for your first one. My turn again.”
They play the game for the next hour and half until they finally get called to start boarding the plane. The rush of people causes Aaron to lose Alexander in the crowd, and a feeling of disappointment rises in him as he thinks about the fact that he might not see him again. But when he gets on the plane and makes his way to his seat, he’s surprised to find a smiling Alexander looking up at him from the window seat.
“Well, well, well.” Alexander says. “I’m beginning to think that fate wanted us to meet today.”
Aaron smiles as he throws his bag into the overhead compartment before sliding into the middle seat next to Alexander. He opens his mouth to say something, but then the safety announcement begins, so he just shoots Alexander another smile, which he returns, the skin around his eyes crinkling slightly.
Once they take off, Alexander puts in his headphones and sets up a movie on the screen in front of him. Aaron can’t see it well, but from the tune Alexander is singing under his breath, his able to conclude that he’s watching Aladdin. When Aaron glances over, Alexander takes one the headphones out.
“Am I being annoying?” He whispers, but Aaron shakes his head. “Good…do you want to watch with me?” He holds out his headphone to Aaron, which he takes with a smile.
In order to see the screen, Aaron has to shift closer to Alexander, and when he does, he thinks he sees Alexander smirk from the corner of his eye. Aaron drifts off somewhere in the middle of the movie, and when he wakes up again, he’s slightly embarrassed to find that he’s gotten even closer to Alexander, his head resting against his shoulder.
Aaron sits up slowly and looks over at Alexander to find that the other man is sleeping as well, his head leaning against the window and his mouth hanging open. Aaron smiles and is about to close his eyes and drift off again when suddenly Alexander shifts next do him, mumbling something under his breath as he moves so his head is now leaning on Aaron’s shoulder.
Aaron tries to stay as still as possible, not wanting to wake Alexander. After awhile, his head droops until his cheek is resting on top of Alexander’s head, and he falls asleep that way, Alexander’s breath warm on his neck and his hair tickling his skin.
They both wake up at the same time to the announcement that their plane is going to land soon. Aaron thinks he sees a faint blush on Alexander’s cheeks as he removes his head from where it had been tucked unto Aaron’s neck. Aaron smiles at him sleepily, feeling surprisingly well rested, and that makes Alexander smile back.
They walk off of the plane together around fifteen minutes later, making their way over to baggage claim. They don’t say anything as they both grab their bags, but Aaron feels like he needs to say something. It feels weird to just leave without saying goodbye. He’s also hyperaware of how much he doesn’t want to say goodbye.
“Well…” Aaron finally says as he reaches the exit. “I guess…uhm…it was really nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand to Alexander, not knowing what else to do. Alexander takes his hand, and when Aaron moves to let go, Alexander holds on tighter.
“Can I give you my number?” Alexander blurts out, his eyes wide as he waits for Aaron’s response.
“Yeah.” Aaron breathes out after a moment. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Alexander lets go of his hand so he can pull out a piece of paper. He quickly scribbles his number onto it and hands it to Aaron, who looks down at it briefly before placing it into his pocket.
“Ok.” Alexander says with a wide smile. “Uh…yeah. It was really nice to meet you too, Aaron. I’ll, uh, see you around?” His smile grows wider when Aaron nods, and then he’s stepping forward to place a kiss on Aaron’s cheek. He steps back quickly, face flushing again as he grabs his suitcase and wheels it out of the door, looking back one more time to smile and wave at him.
Aaron stands there for another minute or so, feeling again like the floor has been ripped away from him, but this time it’s a much nicer feeling. He exits the airport as well and makes his way home, aware that he hasn’t stopped smiling since Alexander kissed him goodbye.
When he gets home and drops his bags onto the floor, Aaron only hesitates a moment before pulling out his phone and the piece of paper in his pocket. He dials the number quickly, holding his breath as he waits.
When Alexander voice crackles loudly from the other end, Aaron smiles again, feeling suddenly very thankful that he had gotten stuck in an airport.
short and sweet drabble inspired by the spoilers from yesterday.
light angst, references to the prison era. 860 words.
robert and aaron have a conversation about what aaron needs, before his fight with jason.
“You tried to pay him off?” Aaron said, voice scarily calm, and level. It was the kind of anger Robert hated, when it came to Aaron, the ‘I’m mad and I’m disappointed and I’m trying not to yell at you right now’ sort of anger, the type that made his insides twist and his stomach drop.
“I wanted to help,” Robert said uselessly. It was true, all he’d wanted to do was help, but he’d gone about it the wrong way again, hadn’t he? He hadn’t wanted to make Aaron mad at him, madder than he already was, at least, but yet here they where, the only place they ever seemed to be lately, at odds, when all Robert wanted was for them to be on the same side again.
Back on the same page, and happy.
“When are you going to realise I don’t need you to throw money at my problems, Robert?” Aaron almost sighed, blue eyes wide, sad.
“You can’t blame me for wanting to protect you,” Robert said, giving him a sad smile. “It was the only way I figured I could help you, stop you from getting hurt. He’s going to try and batter you, Aaron.”
Aaron gave a slight shrug. “I need to do this my way,” he said simply, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. His training was doing him good, in some ways, muscles more defined than ever, shoulders broad under his thin t-shirt.
Robert couldn’t help but wonder how it was affecting him in other ways, though. He had been concerned from the get go, worried from the moment he realised Aaron was using boxing as his coping mechanism, worried it would get out of hand and he’d be sitting in a hospital waiting room, Aaron battered, and bruised, and exhausted, and all of it Robert’s fault again.
He was still worried that was going to happen.
“Even if your way means you getting your head kicked in?” Robert couldn’t keep the anger from his voice, couldn’t stop himself from getting worked up.
“Robert..” there was a warning edge to Aaron’s voice, a clear indication this was about to turn into a proper argument, not just a hushed conversation in the corner of a gym, Aaron’s family around the corner, the piece of shit who’d tormented his husband in prison ready to give Aaron the clattering of his life.
“Sue me for being worried, Aaron,” Robert said snappily before Aaron could say anything. “I know - I know we’ve broken up, but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped worrying about you, that I’ve stopped loving you. I’m worried that you’re doing this for all the wrong reasons.”
Aaron raised an eyebrow. “Don’t try and tell me how I’m feeling, Robert.”
Robert could scream, he was so frustrated. “I’m not,” he shook his head. “I just don’t think this is a very good idea, Aaron. You told me what he did to you in prison, he’s clearly a psychopath!”
Robert was never going to be able to get that conversation out of his head. He’d stood, and listened, as Aaron, his Aaron, the impossibly strong, unfailingly brave man he’d married stood, shaking with fear in the building site that was their future home, and described what he’d been forced to go through.
He didn’t want to see Aaron take one look at Jason in that boxing ring, and have to relive it.
Robert just wanted to protect him.
“I need to move past it, what happened,” Aaron said, by way of explanation, glancing over Robert’s shoulder to where Jason was standing. “It’ll drive me around the twist, otherwise.”
“Wouldn’t walking away let you move on?” Robert asked, desperate to try and convince Aaron to walk away. He wasn’t sure he could stomach watching it, a boxing match between his husband and that psycho.
“I need to do this on my terms, Robert, not yours,” Aaron shook his head. “I don’t - I don’t need you to try and make my problems go away.”
“What do you need?” Robert asked.
Maybe he was desperate to be needed. Maybe - maybe he missed that, missed being Aaron’s person, his husband, the guy he went to when he needed help. Maybe he was lonely, not being anyone’s anything, not being Aaron’s anymore.
Aaron looked at him, eyes wide, pleading. “I just need you to be here Robert,” he said, fiddling nervously with the wrapping on his hands. “I need you to let me do this my way, and just - just support me. Be my mate.”
“Mate,” the word felt strange, and unfamiliar on his lips, not quite right when he thought about it in the context of Aaron. “Right.”
Robert’s heart ached in his chest as he looked at Aaron, recognised the plea in his voice, the ‘will you please listen to me Robert’ that went unspoken. “I can be your mate,” he concluded, lying through his teeth - he’d never be able to be just a mate, he’d never be able to handle that.
Aaron gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
Robert forced a smile. “Go on then, Rocky. Your big fight awaits.”