One Shots-Hamilton-Mixed Ships

A Not So Small Price To Pay: Hamburr

Request: "Don't you dare sell your soul for me." Hamburr

Oh shit. This prompt could get so heavy and I can’t help but think of supernatural like, Jesus. Okay. Also, for the next couple days, any fics that I do manage to post won’t be in their normal format because I don’t have my computer, so this is all mobile and will probably be riddled with mistakes. I’ll fix it all later when I have my computer again.

Oh, and a little warning, the next several fics are probably gonna be hamburr because that's pretty much the only ship that I get requests for.

Love ya

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Warnings: little bit of gore and cussing, obviously, I don’t think I’ve written a single fic without someone swearing.

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“Goddamnit, Hamilton, no! I won’t let you do this!”

“Do what? I’m not even doing anything,” Hamilton said defensively, looking up from his papers.

“I dunno, you just always seem to be doing something stupid that will eventually lead to your downfall,” Burr said, leaning against the doorway.

“That’s ridiculous. Why would I ruin my own life?”

Burr coughed, coming into the room, “Reynolds Pamphlet,” Burr coughed again, “Man, I must be coming down with something.”

“Probably caught a cold from the iciness of your soul.”

“You wound me.”

Hamilton looked up from his desk and smirked, “You know you love me.”

“Do I really now?”

Hamilton stood from his desk and circled around, planting himself right in front of Burr, a  lot closer than what would be considered normal. “Yes. I know you do.”

“How’s that, I wonder.”

“Because if you didn’t, you’d never let me do this-” Hamilton pressed himself against Burr and crashed their lips together, because Hamilton would be damned if didn’t get as much as he could of this man before his time was up. And it was running out quick. Burr immediately looped his arms around Hamilton and tugged him closer, deepening the kiss.

When they finally broke apart, Burr smiled, “You’re right, I do. I absolutely do.”

Hamilton hummed, “What, Aaron? What do you do?”

“I do love you, Alexander. With all of my heart and nothing that could ever happen would ever change that.”

Hamilton had his doubts. “That’s so cheesy and cliche.”

“I’m an original, goddamnit.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

***

Hamilton looked toward the calendar. So little time. How would he spend it? Run? Work and secure his legacy? Spend it with Burr? Fight until his dying breath?

Some of those options were obviously not going to work. There was no way to escape his fate. He paid the price, there was no going back now.

Burr walked into the room and immediately sensed Hamilton’s sullen and dark mood. “What’s on your mind?”

“Aaron, there’s something I gotta tell you.”

“Okay?” Burr asked nervously. He sat down across from Hamilton and took his hands is his own. “You can tell me anything.”

Hamilton didn’t know how to say it. It was just too crazy, even for him. He sighed, “This is going to sound insane, but it is one hundred percent the truth. Years ago, when I was still on that godforsaken island and all seemed lost, I sold my soul and that’s how I got here, to where I am today. It wasn’t just luck. It was what I got in return for the price I paid.” Burr just stared at him. “But now the contract is almost up. In few days, the demon will come to collect his dues. I’m afraid I won’t come out on the happy side of things. I just thought you should know, even if you don’t believe me right now, because when I disappear in a few days I don’t want you to think I abandoned you. I could never do such a thing, I love you too much.”

Burr sat there dumbfounded. Never in a million years did he think he would have the conversation he just had. He always thought that he believed in God and the Devil and angels and demons and all that shit, but now that Hamilton was saying he had dealt with them, how could it possibly be true? Be so real? Hamilton was waiting for his response so he found himself saying, “Tell me the whole story.” which surprised both of them. So Hamilton did and when he finished, Burr still didn’t know what to think.

***

That is, until the day it happened.

Hamilton had chosen to spend every second he could with Burr. Everything was happier than it ever had been. Until he heard Hamilton scream.

Until he ran into the room and found a mangled corpse.

Until he was clutching an unmoving Hamilton to his chest, begging him to come back. Tears streaking down his cheeks as he said over and over again that he’d do anything. Anything to get his Alexander back.

“I’ll do it,” Burr decided. “I’ll sell my soul for him.” Hamilton had told him how he had done it originally, buried a box at a cross roads, a Latin phrase, Burr could do it.

Hamilton let out a strangled gasp, “Don’t you dare sell your soul for me.” And then he was gone.

It was too late. Burr had already made up his mind. He tenderly laid Hamilton down, promising he’d come back for him, promising he’d make it all better. Burr grabbed everything he needed and made for the nearest cross roads and did exactly as Hamilton had so many years ago.

And the demon appeared, just as Hamilton said they would. “Here to make a deal?” he purred.

“You look so human,” Burr said in surprise.

“Vessels, darlin. Now, what is it you so deeply desire to knowingly summon a demon?”

“I want to make a trade.”

“Do go on.”

“Bring back my love, Alexander Hamilton and in return, I’ll sell you my soul.”

“Oh, delicious. I love the drama ridden deals. So much fun,” the demon purred.

“Just do it. And I want to look over whatever contract I have to sign or whatever, I’m a lawyer and I’m not getting cheated.”

“Oh, someone who knows how to play the game. Very well, darlin, I’ll give you ten years with your love and happy life. Then your mine and the hounds come for you.”

“Fine.”

“It’s a deal.”

***

“Aaron?”

“Alexander!” Burr pulled Hamilton into his arms and kissed him lovingly.

Hamilton pushed him off, “God, my head hurts, what happened?”

“Slipped and fell, that’s all, you had me worried though.”

Hamilton looked around the room, his eyes landing on the calendar. “Aaron, you fucking idiot."