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[⚠️‼️ WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS MENTIONS OF DEATH, IMPLIED SUICIDAL IDEATION/SELF HARM, ETC. I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT READ THIS IF IT TRIGGERS YOU IN ANY WAY. I GET PRETTY HEAVY WITH THIS STUFF SOMETIMES. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.]
"Y/N Jefferson always had it out for Philip Hamilton. You could say it was genetics. You could say it was their fathers living vicariously through their children. Or you could say, plain and simple, that their hate was impossible, by every possible combination of words in the English language, to truly define.
This, of course, ended the day Philip Hamilton was shot and killed.
November 23, 1801. Y/N had attended the duel merely to taunt Philip. Instead, he watched the other boy bleed out and die while his parents cradled him in their arms, mother wailing through tears and father, once so prideful and shameless, too stunned to speak. That same night was when Y/N took his own life, hearing his last sounds being the horrified screams of his father while he slowly but surely lost consciousness.
Shortly after, the young Jefferson awoke in his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead, with only the lingering ringing of the gunshot he placed upon his chest and the faint memory of the vast nothingness he could only assume had been hell, and yet... there he was. Alive and well.
It is then that he discovers that, in fact, he is long in the past; ten years so, to be exact, and the very first day they met at boarding school... and he seems to be the only one around them who remembers their cruel fates.
Now, Y/N Jefferson isn't just a bitter rival of the Hamiltons- he's a silent observer, trying his damndest to convince young Philip- and by extension, himself- that this can all be resolved, all the while reliving the life he watched end far too soon... and battling emotions he didn't think possible for the son of his father's greatest enemy."
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