'I.. changed..' he thought looking at where he was, 'I can fix, everything ' his eyes widened and filled with tears as he turned around and ran--- ⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ -Fighting -Yelling/Arguments -Blood/Mentions of blood -Character death -Angst -Smut Other things you should be aware of : -Jarlo ( John x Arlo ) -Blisen ( Blyke x Isen ) -Single seraphina -AU ( Time travel/role swap ) Achievements : #Jarlo - No. 2 (???) #John - No. 22 (22/10/21) #John - No. 17 (24/10/21) #arlo - No. 16 (30/11/21) #johnxarlo - No. 1 (2/12/21) #unordinary - No. 230 (12/12/21)

Time traveling to the 1760s is as fun as you would've thought it to be. Too bad that I didn't think about it, and now I'm stuck in a foreign time with some orphan child from the Caribbean and no knowledge on how anything works. ---- The fifth of July. Such an average day, compared to the Fourth of July. To her, neither of those dates were supposed to matter, being European and all that. But when she is plunged into a different time, and is made to fight for a country that's not hers, she's wouldn't be surprised if that date will be engraved in her grave. And it is, which is strange, considering she's not dead. She's just... lost. ---- This is historically accurate-ish. I swear I'll fix the mistakes one day, but NOT TODAY BABYY In other words, I didn't find any historical Hamilton time travel fanfiction, so I wrote some myself. (FIRST DRAFT) CONTENT WARNING: This story contains some racist, sexist and homophobic language that reflects the historical time period when it's set. Book 1 of 2 in Historical Hamilton #1 on hamilton #4 on timetravel?? HOW??? #1 on alexanderhamilton #1 on itriedmybest #1 on johnlaurens #69 on lafayette (at one point- my proudest achievement yet)

"Is it going to last?" The older man asked softly as his eyes turned into light when crashed with the dark depths of ocean waters; when splashed by that enormous wave of blueness he had come to adore so much. "You?" The brunet enquired with a crack in his voice, which could be a sign of meaningless quavering or a thunder hidden underneath the crack, waiting for a friendly storm in his awakened darkness. "You and I. The continuum of your crime and my time of dying," Hannibal answered quietly.