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anonymous asked:

This might be dumb, but I had a question on the relationship between Burr and Monroe. Did they have a falling out? Because it seemed like they were friends at one point, being stationed together and Burr stopping Monroe from dueling Hamilton, but I remember reading a letter that Burr sent to his step son when Monroe was running for president basically saying Monroe was the WORST possible choice and that everything he ever did sucked.

The first thing ever found of a mention from Aaron Burr about James Monroe is that at parties at Valley Forge, James Monroe–who was an aide de camp for general Stirling–the primary duty of Monroe was to “fill his lordship’s tankard.” Stationed together, both Burr and Monroe became two of Theodosia Prevost’s “youthful admirers” (Isenburg 66); Theodosia was ten years Burr’s senior and twelve years Monroe’s. Monroe even wrote letters to Theodosia. The tone of the two men’s letters to the older woman were both echoing the same thoughts. 

Both Monroe and Burr held equally respectable positions in the Continental army–Burr was an aide to both Montgomery and Putnam and Monroe an aide to Lord Stirling. Both sported battle scars. 1776, Monroe received a severe wound during Washington’s raid of Trenton on Christmas day that went close to costing him his life. Burr’s health suffered when he succumbed to heat exhaustion at the Battle of Monmouth. 

During the 1790s, Burr was the “eyes and ears” to Jefferson, Madison and Monroe of the recently rising Democratic-Republican party. Burr ended up a large shareholder of the Pennsylvania Population Company and leader Nicholson relied on Monroe (who was involved) in his land deals. When Aaron Burr greatly lost the presidential election of 1796 to George Clinton (another Democratic-Republican) Monroe cautiously assured him that it was Burr’s youth that was costing him the elections. Though the Virginian had supported George Clinton, he still considered Burr an “attractive possibility”, adding to a letter to Madison, “I should not hesitate to aid Burr in opposition to Adams. If he could succeed, it might have its good effects and could not possibly do any mischief.”

They were both fellow Republican senators and they both made a point of befriending one another. Monroe’s respect for Aaron Burr also stemmed from his admiration of Theodosia and his respect for her. In 1791, Burr encouraged Theodosia to travel from New York to Philadelphia with Monroe, who like Burr, had to commute  if he was going to see his wife (Elizabeth Monroe lived there with her family). Burr, in turn, did favors for the Virginian. After Elizabeth’s father died, Burr represented Monroe and his wife in a case before the New York Chancery that concerned her father’s estate. 

After attacking Gouverneur Morris as ambassador to France, the senator from New York was now under consideration for a possible appointment as the next minister to France. Allies with both Monroe and Madison, it ‘twas them who proposed him for the job, though Monroe did raise concern when he learned that Burr’s old Princeton confidant, Federalist William Paterson, had expressed support for Burr in this instance. In the end, Washington selected Monroe. The two also led a campaign against Jay’s nomination to Europe. With Monroe abroad, Burr assumed a more visible leadership role among Republicans in the Senate. Both Monroe and Burr were in constant communication with one another, Burr forwarded newspapers and gossip, keeping the Virginian updated on the lasted developments on the national political scene. 

The two had strengthened their ties to each to each and  shared any mutual friends especially Albert Gallatin an immigrant rising star in American politics on the Democratic-Republican side. Burr had even suggested that his stepson, John Bartow Prevost, should act as Monroe’s personal secretary in France. Burr also worked closely many of Monroe’s other closest personal friends like Tazewell. Burr was introduced through Monroe to many others including Beckley’s agent James Swam, a Boston merchant who had met the Southerner in Paris and Monroe immediately introduced to Burr.  

Aaron Burr’s relationship with Democratic-Republicans was still growing stronger in 1797 and in June when James Monroe returned from his diplomatic position in France, Burr, in the company of Jefferson and Gallatin, came aboard ship to welcome him home. After his dismissal and ultimate embarrassment at being recalled by George Washington–then president–his political party held two dinners in his honor in Philadelphia and New York; Burr was present at both. 

In 1797, Alexander Hamilton in a fit of anger challenged James Monroe to a duel and Monroe was quick to agree with, “I am ready, get you pistols”. Burr was caught in the thick of it when Monroe asked him to serve as his second. At Hamilton’s confrontation and challenge, John Barker Church brother-in-law to the challenger was present. Burr had never been in a duel until the fall of 1799 when during a duel with Church, he survived when a bullet passed through his coat after the first fire (Hamilton had triggered the event by supplying Church with fake gossip concerning land syndicate purportedly offering a bribe). For whatever reason, while preparing for the second round, Church apologized, ending the duel. 

Burr, not wishing to have a duel of any kind, urged Monroe, “If you and Mulenburgh really believe, as I do, and think you must, that J. is innocent of the charge of any concern in speculation with Reynolds, it is my opinion that it will be an act of magnanimity and justice to say so in a joint certificate. To this, he also added, “Resentment is more dignified when justice is rendered.” Celebrating his reasonableness and generosity, Burr expressed a sensibility in him. To him, a gentleman had to be willing to admit publicly when he had wronged someone else. This was something Monroe and Hamilton alike refused to do (due to the fact that both believed they had done nothing wrong). The Hamilton-Monroe duel died a rather undignified death. From July 1797, when Hamilton appeared on Monroe’s doorstep until December of that year, letters changed hands. Burr refused to deliver several of Monroe’s angry letters, trying to keep it from escalating and was appalled by what he described as the “childish” behavior of both men. 

The challenge took a comical turn when neither men would take responsibility for their actions. This way, both Monroe and Hamilton convinced themselves they had not backed down; but it was a ruse, and everyone knew it. (After Hamilton published the infamous Reynolds Pamphlet, Monroe made Madison read the entire thing to make sure there was nothing insulting about him in it; but by this time Madison had grown tired of Monroe’s quarrel with Hamilton as well). In November, Jefferson and Madison organized a meeting of Republicans in Philadelphia to discuss what could be done. They consulted Burr, who concurred with the party consensus that the Hamilton-Monroe affair should end as quickly and as quietly as possible. The two men never dueled. This would not be the last time that Burr was involved in Hamilton’s “drama”. 

In a letter to Aaron Burr to James Monroe, Burr praised a man he had taken in as a prodigy, Burk. He even asked the Virginian to take the young man under his wing and protect him from any further prosecution after he had been sent to jail from writing in the press. Thomas Jefferson, frequently wrote of Burr to his own prodigy, Monroe. 

Over the many years, after the Democratic-Republicans turned on him and he was thrown from the Vice-Presidency and put on trial for treason, Burr wrote little of James Madison during his presidency though he certainly did not remain silent when he learned that James Monroe was next in line for the “throne”. In a November 1815 letter to his son-in-law, Burr launched into a wordful battle against Monroe, calling the man and his nomination “equally exceptional and odious.” Though Burr had equal hatred at this point for Madison and Jefferson, his real venom was bitten at James Monroe. He called the last president in the Virginian dynasty “naturally dull and stupid–extremely illiterate… indecisive… pusillanimous and of course hypocritical.” He was unsparing in his criticism of Monroe’s military career, observing that he had never “commanded a platoon nor was ever fit to command one.” He said Monroe was a sycophant. As the aide de camp to Lord Stirling who was “regularly drunk from Morning to Morning, Monroe’s whole duty was to fill “his lordship’s tankard and hear with indications of admiration his Lordship’s stories about himself.” This was damning stuff–and Burr was not even close to finishing. As a lawyer, Monroe was “far mediocrity” never rising to the “honor of trying a cause of the value of a hundred pounds.” But Monroe’s elevation, despite his lack of ability, was not anomalous, according to Burr. Rather his was a “character exactly suited to the View of the Virginian Junto,” which maintained itself on sycophancy, instead of recruiting men of “Talent and Independence.”

Burr hoped Andrew Jackson would beat Monroe to the presidency. This was the last account of something written on James Monroe by Aaron Burr. Monroe in his later years, never spoke of Burr, Burr had fallen out of his dialect and words around 1810 and he never spoke of him again. 

weaselofchaos  asked:

Hello :D I wanted to say that I love your stuff, it's really great haha Mainly I just finished reading "Love doesn't discriminate" and since I first heard of it by accident while taking a look around here, I wanted to THANK YOU!!!!! That story rocked my world, it was AMAZING hahahaha <3 bless you, got any other goodies to recommend?

so I went a little overboard

a.burr fic rec

Aaron Burr centric fics. Mostly hamburr, but a few are other pairings or gen. A lot of these are abandoned or unfinished, but I like them too much not to put on here.

All Hail (+30k, wip/abandoned)

“All Hail Hamilton, who will be president hereafter.”

(We trust you’ll recognize the reference to another Scottish play)

IT’S A MACBETH AU. Everyone who knows me knows I’m a huge fucking Shakespeare nerd, and Macbeth is probably my favorite play. Lots of domestic hamburr and murder. Plus, Burr is Lady Macbeth. Literally what more could you want.

Fools Who Run Their Mouths Off (+35k, wip/abandoned)

Alexander Hamilton was that rarity of rarities—a legitimate innocent bystander—but also a journalist who had not so much “witnessed” illegal activity as “screamed in its face.”

“Wait,” Burr said. “He live-tweeted the cops putting Seabury in cuffs?”

(Or, the one where Alexander Hamilton is a witness in need of protection and Burr has just lost a very crucial coin toss.)

I love Jefferson so much in this. And Angelica. And Burr. And Hamilton. Everyone’s characterization is just great, go read it.

Men Weren’t Meant to Ride (With Clouds Between Their Knees) (+10k, wip)

Aaron has spent most of his life hiding what he is. He doesn’t like it, but considering the current political climate towards people with abilities like his, it’s the only option available to him.

Enter Alexander Hamilton, an obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother who seems intent on disturbing the fragile peace Aaron has built for himself. And that’s only the beginning.

Superheroes and angst, this is what I live for. Still early in the story, but it seems to update pretty regularly, so yay.

Do What You Do (+115k, complete)

Alexander Hamilton is Aaron Burr’s new neighbor, and things only escalate from there.

By FancifulFollies, who wrote Love Doesn’t Discriminate. I haven’t finished it yet, but I’m really enjoying it. (Tbh you should just go read all their stuff, it’s all crazy long and crazy good)

It Feels More Like a Memory (+165k, wip)

“Alexander Hamilton! I’m at your service, sir!”

Aaron looks at the hand and doesn’t take it. His hands are safely in his pocket, but he’d taken off his gloves, and he is not particularly in the mood to feel the single most consequential juncture of a stranger’s life.

Alexander is still grinning at him, and the moment is stretching on, and he refuses to put his hand down, and Aaron has about half a second before this staring contest verges beyond the mere impolite and into the territory of heavy, awkward weight and scattered excuses—and before he can think better of it, Aaron takes Alexander’s hand.

Another one I haven’t finished, simply because when I’m reading long fics I get distracted by real life, but it’s really good. Basically, when Burr touches people, he sees how they die. You can imagine how that goes…

Non-Stop (+120k, complete)

Alexander Hamilton never intended to get hooked on drugs when he entered college, but writing papers was the most reliable way he knew to get cash. And the most reliable way to get more work done, well, that was uppers. He was doing his best to tread water, get his own work and everyone else’s done along the way when his dealer got spooked and refused to play ball with him anymore.

Aaron Burr was just a sophomore student trying to keep his head down and not draw any attention to himself, a hard thing to do when rooming with Thomas Jefferson’s middle man, James Madison.

A goal that became even more impossible when he made the rash decision to help Alex get sober in the wake of being left dealer-less.

Really long and really angsty. It gets really dark, but there’s a happy ending, so I guess if that’s your thing? There’s an even longer sequel.

And If There’s a Reason I’m Still Alive (+10k, wip/abandoned)

Was that the same with himself, he wondered. Had he ever been that young and full of potential? He couldn’t remember that, but it wasn’t something a boy would notice. He was tired now, was all he knew.

And lonely. Suddenly it was hard to breathe through the burn in his throat.

“Let’s just say I had a change of heart.” He tried for a smirk but it came out more like a grimace. “Figured I should do less, think more.”

Aaron Burr passes away in his bed, eighty year old with a soul heavy with regrets. He wakes up as a fifteen year old in Princeton. History, it would seem, is not quite done with him.

Okay, so this is abandoned at chapter three. The story is barely even started. Hamilton isn’t even in it. But I really it. Featuring Burr/Madison friendship and essays on the American revolution that definitely aren’t written by Aaron Burr.

That a Ghost Should be so Practical (-5k, complete)

“Still not in love with him yet? You’re absolutely sure? You don’t want to rescind that?” Burr doesn’t look at him, and John throws up his hands in frustration. “You’re so in love with him you are causing me physical pain and I’m not even corporeal!”

Or, John Laurens the Ghost tries to get Burr and Alexander together.

It’s cute.

Alexandrite (+5k, complete)

The words pushed their way from Aaron’s lips without pausing to await consent. A single, soft white begonia slipped out from under his tongue, drifting lightly in the morning wind.

You know that story about the girl who’s nice to a witch, and after that jewels and flowers fall out of her mouth when she talks? It’s that and it’s really sweet.

Casual Affair (+15k, complete)

A five part series about Jefferson and Burr. Literally the kinkiest thing I’ve ever read like holy mother of god but it gets really cute. It’s good go read it. (Go read all of alexangery’s stuff)

We All Defend the Role We Play (+8k, complete)

The first time Hamilton appears, it’s only a little over a month since he’s died.

au where Hamilton is a ghost and haunts Burr after the duel

Yayyy angst. Everyone loves that… (not really but it’s well written angst and everyone does love good writing)

Malgré Mes Accords Malhabiles (+1k, complete)

“I’m not your friend,” he says, pulling back to look Gilbert in the face.

More sadness, this time of the Burrfayette variety.

That’s all I can think of at the moment! Anyone, feel free to add more.

I wanted out. That was partly why I’d chosen Columbia. I liked how the city seethed up against the school, mocking its theoretical seclusion with hustle and noise, the din of people going and getting and making. Things that mattered at Princeton or Yale couldn’t possibly withstand this battering of raw, unironic life. You didn’t go to eating clubs at Columbia, you went to jazz clubs. You had a girlfriend — no, a lover — with psychiatric problems, and friends with foreign accents. You read newspapers on the subway and looked at tourists with a cool, anthropological gaze. You said cross town express. You said the Village. You ate weird food. No other boy in my class would be going there.
—  Tobias Wolff, Old School, 2003