Leslie Odom Jr. singing Without You from RENT is something I didn’t know I needed until now


HamBurr Grindr AU

Having missed crossing paths with each other during their undergrad years (at Columbia and Princeton respectively) Burr and Hamilton stumble across one another in a very unexpected way…

Alexander and Aaron are both attending the same law school when they come into contact with each other. They’re the same age, but Aaron is probably a year or so ahead of Alex in the program (thanks to the whole prodigy thing). They probably pass each other on the way to class uncountable amounts of times, since the buildings aren’t exactly that extensive when you’re focusing on one discipline. Aaron has no idea who Alexander is by sight, though maybe he’s heard his name circling around–because there’s no way Alexander goes completely unknown anywhere he goes. Alexander has certainly heard of Aaron Burr because of the Burr legacy, but likewise has no idea what he looks like.

So here comes the kicker.

Alexander’s been on Grindr for at a year or two, probably since the app first got big. He’s become a Grindr Expert™ by now and 85% of the time he’s scrolling through the app he considers deleting it. That percentage rises every time he gets a DTF message from some white 18 year old who insists he’s “into latinos haha :)” He rarely even uses it anymore, but some nights, God forbid, he’s horny and feeling like a one night stand, so he keeps the app.

Aaron, on the other hand, has never downloaded the app until (let’s say Angelica bc I love that friendship) Angelica takes his phone from him and downloads it for him one night after deciding she’s tired of Burr’s drunken complaints about not knowing how to find gay men. Burr’s charming with the ladies, ofc, (and men, too, when he gets the chance) but he’s not out of the closet so approaching men in person is always a risk he’s unwilling to take unless he’s at a specific type of club or bar. 

Needless to say, Aaron is Overwhelmed by all the hyper-masculine, attractive men he finds on the app. They’re all so close, too. He recognizes a few and that…that’s insane. Who knew his Constitutional Law TA was gay?  He gets a few messages almost instantly, most of them asking for facepics or just sending him unsolicited dick pics and Aaron gets a big fat Reality Check about the Truth about Grindr. It’s a shallow hookup app and Aaron quickly learns how to discern the various men and stops expecting too much. He mostly uses it to flirt in chats, letting himself relax because it’s not like he has anything to lose. His face isn’t entirely in the profile photo and he doesn’t talk to anyone he recognizes. He’s going to be safe; no one will find out who he is.

Alexander, in the first few months as a law student, has a lot less time to be involved in the app. He honestly forgets about it for a long while. Then, one Friday night, Alexander is feeling decidedly horny and mostly free of homework so he opens the app. Being in a new place gives him new faces to scan through, though there are still too many faceless abs for his tastes–not that Alex has anything against the abs, but it’s the principal of the thing. He’s not ashamed to be on the app and would scroll through it for shits and giggles with John or Peggy in the line for Starbucks without giving a fuck if anyone saw. His sexuality is no secret and he isn’t a fan of the anonymous culture on Grindr. After all, if you do hookup, it’s not like you’re not going to eventually see each other, so it’s pointless unless you’re just catfishing.

Anyway, back to this Friday night.

He’s scanning the prospects of the new geographical location with a critical eye from the comforts of his room. Like everywhere else, there are jocky white guys who didn’t want any messages from Asians or Hispanics. Alex blocks them to get them out of the way up front. 

That’s when he stumbles upon Aaron’s profile.

Technically it’s a headless photo that Alexander would normally dismiss automatically. But something about the fact that he’s still wearing clothes makes him tap to view more information, and then Aaron’s stupidly attractive grin with his hoodie string between perfectly straight teeth catches his attention even more up close. Everything about the body posture is casual, but Alex can’t seem to look away from Aaron’s mouth. It’s probably the whole reason Aaron chose to have that as his photo. Alexander finds himself desperately wanting to see the expression in his eyes above that smile.

His description informs Alex of exactly why he’s amongst the headless torso crowd: “Not out, no hosting.” At least he’s honest about it, while everyone else just allows their chiseled abs to speak for themselves about their insecurity. Despite not being out, the rest of Aaron’s profile is certainly…confident. If not cheesy and cocksure. Someone in Aaron’s life had laughed at those lines and he’d rolled with it. As much as he would normally scoff at such a description (and he still sort of does), something about this one felt more charming. Alexander blames that smile.

Aaron’s pretty close, a little less than two football fields distance away. They’re the same age, and Alex can’t help but wonder if they go to the same school. Nothing on his profile reveals anything about it, but he lets himself fantasize anyway. He spends five minutes going through more profiles before coming back to Aaron’s like a beacon. He’s throwing out his facepic rule, but he’s interested enough that he doesn’t let his pride get in the way of sending Aaron a message.

Aaron is as charming as his profile leads on, but not nearly as cheesy. They go back and forth with each other for nearly an hour, playing off one another in ways that get Alexander’s gears turning mentally and physically, so he takes the plunge and offers to host for the night.

Aaron has yet to actually sleep with anyone from the app. He stares at the last question from Alex for five minutes, wondering if he should make some excuse like he always did when that question was brought up in chat. He’s not even sure why Alex asked that question, or why he messaged Aaron in the first place. The first line in his description knocks Aaron’s profile out of the running, but for whatever reason he’d talked to him anyway. He wasn’t going to ask why that was, and Alex didn’t mention it. The cautious part of Aaron’s brain told him not to agree with it and just bow out, but Alex had caught Aaron’s attention, too, and he seriously considered it. It looked like Alex was close, and what would be the point of having the app if he didn’t actually use it the way it was intended? Alex didn’t seem nearly as creepy as most of the other guys on the app; he was clever and quick witted and a bit infuriating and… He texts Angelica, telling her his plans before he even messages Alex back. She sends back a row of clapping emojis and Aaron takes that as a sign to just go for it. He promises to message her as soon as it’s over and then finally replies to Alex’s message. “What’s the address?”

He can’t believe he’s actually doing it, but he arrives at Alex’s apartment with his STD test results in his pocket and nerves pulsing through his body. He’s read plenty of horror stories and while he’s pretty fit and can protect himself to an extent, he has no clue what’s really awaiting him behind the door. Of course, it’s Alex, looking just like his profile photo, innocently wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, and he pulls Aaron into his apartment with an eagerness that betrays his initially calm outward expression. They exchange some greetings and a few words, but Alex gets right to the point and they share their test results: both clean. “I have condoms, either way,” Alex informs him nonchalantly, returning the papers and turning his piercing gaze back on Aaron.

Alexander is definitely pleased with the rest of Aaron’s face. He’s not smirking like he was in the photo, but he’s just as handsome without it. After stripping Aaron of his button-up, Alex finds that his shirtless torso is also worthy of Grindr anon fame, and it makes Alex all the more heated to know that he’s getting the chance to see it in person. The sex is intense, with waves of slow, almost cautious tenderness that builds in passionate, desperate urges. Aaron walks away considering his first Grindr hookup a smashing success with that smirk stretching his lips and Alex watches Aaron leave knowing he’ll be messaging him again in the near future.

Insert Alexander casually at Starbucks with one of his classmates before his first class the next week. He’s in line to order when his classmate spots Aaron Burr in the back of the room, focused intently on his laptop with headphones in his ears and textbooks surrounding the table.

“I’m not surprised he works like that. He’s the guy who got into Princeton at 17,” his friend supplies, even though Alexander has already heard of the story of Aaron Burr, is perfectly aware of those facts, thank you very much.

He was not aware that Aaron Burr was on Grindr. Until now.

Alexander frantically pulls up his phone, shoving his classmate ahead of him in line because he has way more Important Things to check right now. He opens the app and taps on Aaron’s profile to check the distance.

25 feet away.

He had sex with Aaron fucking Burr.

He had sex with the prodigy of Princeton college.

Ditching his classmate, he books it so fast out of Starbucks he nearly takes out an entire table of girls before he makes his escape. Thankfully, Aaron’s headphones make him oblivious to the commotion.

After his class Alexander probably calls John or one of the others to scream about how he accidentally had sex with Aaron Burr and John (sarcastically) informs him that if he’d only looked at the name on the STD papers he’d know who he was having sex with and Alexander hangs up the phone. John is right, but Alex isn’t here to talk about his oversights right now.

Alexander can’t stop thinking about that Friday night. He wants to message Aaron again, but knowing who he really is has his fingers itching to bring the topic up. He’ll never be able to see Aaron on campus again without doing so—and besides, they’re most likely going to run into each other at some point! They’re both law students. He should just say something now.

So he finally works up the nerve to just message Aaron later that day. He can be the instigator again, no big deal. Maybe Aaron will be cool about it.

Aaron checks his phone in the middle of his Constitutional Law class when he feels it vibrate in his jacket pocket. He sits up front (the nerd) so he has to be discrete, but when he sees the Grindr notification a flash of fear goes through him and he jerks his eyes up to the TA; please don’t let him be messaging Aaron in the middle of class.

Thankfully the TA doesn’t spare him a glance, so Aaron feels a little safer. Either way, he turns the brightness on his phone all the way down so no one can see the screen besides him and opens the app. It’s a message from Alex and this time Aaron feels a much more pleasant flutter before he taps open the chat.

That pleasant feeling instantly crumbles; his heart feels like its dropping to the pit of his stomach when he reads the message.

“So…you’re Aaron Burr?”

[Honestly there are a MILLION different ways to approach this AU, and I came up with about a hundred in my head as I was writing this. If you have any ideas please feel free to talk to me about it/add to it/make your own cause I wanna see all of it.]

*photos edited by me

I mean, if you love something, read about it, study it, honor it, constantly walk towards it. That’s what I would say to somebody interested in law, medicine, fashion, anything. Get up in its face. Keep showing up with your heart open, ready to dig in, ready to roll up your sleeves. It has no choice. Eventually it’ll love you back.