Warning: Burr longing for reader, Philip behind a man-whore, Philip is reader's and burr's son, George Eacker can't count to fucking 10

3rd Person P.O.V

You smiled at your son as he came trough the door. He gave a toothy grin and leaped into your arms, picking you up and spinning you. He hadn't seen his beautiful mother in so long, he refused to let go.

Aaron walked into the room, but you paid no mind. Of course, your son, Philip did, though.

"Meet the latest graduate of King's College! I probably shouldn't brag, but dag, I got amaze and astonish!", Philip bragged. He reminded you of Hamilton a lot. In a good way, though. He was your son, after all. "The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops! The ladies say my brain's not where the resemblance stops~." Philip snickered at himself. You smiled and shook your head, and Aaron barely held back a laugh, which resulted in a snort. "I'm only nineteen but my mind is older.
Gotta be my own man, like my father, but bolder! I shoulder his legacy with pride, I used to hear him say that someday I would blow us all away!"

"My son...", Aaron whispered. He was near tears. Not only did his son forgive him, but his son remembered. Philip remembered what Aaron and you used to tell him every night and every morning.

A few weeks later, Philip was strolling through town. He stopped by a group of ladies. "Ladies, I'm lookin for a Mr. George Eacker. Made a speech last week, our Fourth of July speaker. He disparaged my father's legacy in front of a crowd. I can't have that, I'm making my father proud!"

"I saw him just up Broadway a couple of blocks, he was goin' to see a play," one woman responded.
"Well, I'll go visit his box!", Philip said.
"God, you're a fox!", another woman gasped.
"And y'all look pretty good in ya' frocks! How 'bout when I get back, we all strip down to our socks?", Philip chuckled as looks of surprise crossed the women's faces.
"Ooh, okay!"

Blow Us All Away~

"George!"
"Shh!"
"George!"
"Shh, I'm tryna watcha show!"

"Ya shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father though!", Philip growled.
"I didn't say anything that wasn't true. Your father's a scoundrel, and so, it seems, are you," George snapped back.
"It's like that?", Philip gaped.
"Yeah, I don't fool around, I'm not your little schoolboy friends," George mocked.
"Well, see you on the dueling ground!", Philip challenged. "That is, unless you wanna step outside and go now?"
"I know where to find you, piss off, I'm watchin' this show now."

Philip growled and stormed off, an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Pops, if you had only heard the shit he said about you, I doubt you would have let it slide and I was not about to—", Philip began to ramble.
"Slow Down!", Aaron demanded.
"I came to ask you for advice, this is my very first duel! They don't exactly cover this subject in boarding school."
"Did your friends attempt to negotiate a peace?", Aaron asked his son.
"He refused to apologize, we had to let the peace talks cease," Philip explained.
"Where is this happening?"
"Across the river, in Jersey."
"Everything is legal in New Jersey!", they said together.

"Alright, so this is what you're gonna do; stand there like a man until Eacker is in front of you. When the time comes, fire your weapon in the air, this will put an end to the whole affair," Aaron explains.
"But what if he decides to shoot? Then I'm a goner!", Philip panics.
"No, he'll follow suit if he's truly a man of honor. To take someone's life, that is something you can't shake. Philip, your mother can't take another heartbreak..." Aaron almost cried at the mention of his wife. If he could call her that anymore. He loved her, and still does.
"Father!"
"Promise me! You don't want this young man's blood on your conscience," Aaron pleaded.
"Okay, I promise," Philip sighed.
"Come back home when you're done
Take my guns, be smart, make me proud, son."

"My name is Philip, I am a poet... And I'm a little nervous, but I can't show it. I'm sorry, I'm a (L/N) Burr with pride! You talk about my father, I cannot let it slide!", Philip looked up to see George Eacker approaching.
"Mister Eacker, how was the rest of your show?"

"I'd rather skip the pleasantries, let's go. Grab your pistol," George orders.

Confer with your men...

"The duel will commence after we count to ten."

Count to ten!

"Look 'em in the eye, aim no higher
Summon all the courage you require
Then slowly and clearly aim your gun towards the sky...!", Philip began taking his paces.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven-

BANG