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1. Ailments will tell you to drop your gun by thisismycruelfable

   Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda  

   • Mature
   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • M/M
   • Complete Work

   27 Jul 2026

   Tags

   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • Aaron Burr/Alexander Hamilton
   • Aaron Burr
   • Alexander Hamilton
   • Historical Inaccuracy
   • i swear i researched a bit before actually writing this
   • Fever
   • Hiding an Illness
   • Duelling
   • please forgive me if my grammar is wrong
   • Angst
   • Angst with a Happy Ending
   • Hurt/Comfort
   • English Is Not the Author's First Language
   • Author Is Sleep Deprived
   • Why Did I Write This?
   • I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping
   • Breaking The Protocol
   • fast paced fic
   • cringy
   • Will My Digital Footprint Be Cooked If I Post This?
   • prolly not
   • Tooth-Rotting Fluff
   • Author Does Not Know How To Tag
   • Rivals to Lovers
   • friends to rivals to lovers

   Summary

   Burr had challenged Hamilton to a duel.

   ‘I thought that both of us though that dueling was childish?’
   Hamilton thought to himself.

   (The tags speak for themselves, I suck at summaries.)

   Language:

   English

   Words:

   894

   Chapters:

   2/2

   Comments:

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   Kudos:

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