press my nose up to the glass around your heart
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"John knows he should just buy him a drink or something, because that's what people are supposed to do at bars, right? But the bar is so fucking far away, and he's afraid if he loses sight of the boy for even a second, he'll simply be gone (here, there, gone), and John's not sure he'd be able to stand that.
So instead, he squeezes his way through the crush of bodies, through the tangle of limbs and alcohol and god knows what else, until he's close enough to touch him- it's just his shoulder brushing up against the boys skin (so many different colours), just a featherlight touch- but John has never felt that before, felt that electric, pulsing thrill racing through him now- and he wonders if the boy's skin is on fire. Or, maybe he is fire, maybe he's already burning, and John's ok with that if it means touching him again- because he can, because the boy is still here and he's so fucking real."
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john is very drunk and alex is there, because alex is always there- and this is just the start.
// i stretched my arms into the sky //
// i cry babel, babel, look at me now //
// the walls of my tower //
// they come crumbling down//Series
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i'll explain it all to the watchman's son by south_like_sherman
Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda
13 Feb 2017
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"A hand closes around his wrist, and he thinks it's fire, thinks it's searing into his flesh, thinks it's real. He twists away, swaying over the edge of oblivion, over the edge of the colours. Burn.
"Whoa, hey, careful." The voice chuckles, a nervous tremor, the fault lines beneath it's glass laugh beginning to shake. The hand tightens its grip on his wrist, but he still doesn't turn, because the sky is so close.
"I know you." It's softer now, a small avalanche rumbling over John's ears. John thinks he might know the voice too. There's something pulling him away from the edge, something soft and dark and warm, but he can't see it's face, so he tilts his head just so- so he keeps the colours in one corner, and what matters in the other."
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about one million people commit suicide a year, and john's about to become a statistic.
alex doesn't agree with this.[not necessary to have read the previous work, but it would help?]
// my ears hear the call of my unborn sons //
// and i know the choices color all i've done //
// but i'll explain it all to the watchman's son //
// i ain't ever lived a year better spent in love //Series
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"Love is getting up early and watching the sunrise, holding someones hand in the street despite the fact you feel like you're burning, love is late nights and popcorn and tasting the salt on someone else's lips, love is soft and warm and comforting; love is coming home. Lust is tearing open someone else's skin and licking away the blood, driving into someone so hard they break apart and calling it love, lust is hot and burning and pain. John doesn't want to feel that with Alex- not yet, at least. He knows the day will come when Alex will push him against the wall, will take everything John has and kiss away his tears because he's been taught that means love."
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john will do everything and anything to keep alex by his side.
[john is an Emotional Wreck™]// i know that time has numbered my days //
// and i'll go along with everything you say //
// but i'll ride home laughing look at me now //
// for the walls of my tower they come crumbling down//Series
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blazing in gold and quenching in purple by south_like_sherman
Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda
10 Apr 2017
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"Ok, so in retrospect, maybe a flower is a bit of an odd gift. And maybe it's a bit out of the blue, but—why not? Flowers are lovely, and it's Spring and he's happy, so—why not?
"John? What's this?"
John swallows hard, flicking out his tongue and moistening his cracked lips before pushing the ceramic pot closer to Alex over the counter.
"Flower," he mumbles, and pulls the sleeves of his sweater over his hands. It's soft and green and several sizes too big, and it smells of earth and rain and—John likes it."
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john gets alex a flower, conversation ensues at three am.
[i swear this is the closest to fluff i'm ever getting]
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i could light the sun with pure desire by south_like_sherman
Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda
27 Feb 2017
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"I ne'er saw true beauty till tonight, he remembers thinking, on the night where Alex had shone brighter than the flashing lights above, where the bruises blooming over his skin could almost be mistaken for the forget-me-nots John keeps on his window. There are daffodils in Alex's eyes. Well, not really. His eyes are a dark, soft brown, that isn't quite brown but something else, because when the light glints over them they turn into liquid gold, turn into honey and drip over Alex's eyelashes and cling there, drops of glittering amber. Daffodils.
Then: these violent desires have violent ends. But he pushes it away, because Romeo and Juliet has always been overrated. He mumbles this to Alex at some point, and Alex laughs and looks at him with that kind of bemused, adoring gaze because Alex looks at everyone like they're fucking everything, and John is nothing. John wishes he'd understand, but Alex reads Steinbeck, not Shakespeare."
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john is juliet and alex is romeo, and everyone knows how this story ends.
[i am soRRy this WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN]
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"Alex thinks the hardest part might be that John died in a bathroom with shattered mirrors and blood on the tiles and a tap he forgot to turn off. The worst part is he died alone and Alex sat in his blood for hours and pretended he was a photo. (He thinks about fingers framing his face.)"
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there's always someone left behind
[basically i wanted to write alex in the aftermath. sue me. i promise fluff is coming as soon as i've written the earlier parts to this thing i'm so sorry]
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