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    “Am I dead?” he asked, because he should be dead. He should be at the bottom of that lake, drowning under the bodies of decomposing inferi, but—

    “Calm down, Black, you only fell off your broom."

    —instead he was two years in the past. Alive. And with a whole new mess to deal with.

    or; its back to time travel, baby!

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    29 Jan 2026

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    Regulus' early Christmas present to James that year is divorce papers.

    Inevitable, maybe, but then so is finding their way back to each other.

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    22 Jan 2026

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    Regulus went into the cave in the hopes of defeating a dark lord. He expected to die. He doesn't, but he comes out...different. He's a Black through and through, so it's inevitable that he goes mad too.

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    03 Jan 2026

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    definitely is the most intriguing and heart aching regulus cenrtic fic that I've ever read
    ch14

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    Let’s talk about Hakoda, who left.

    Let’s talk about Sokka, who was left behind.

    (This is a boy so defined by loss. )

    Sokka: A character study.

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    26 Nov 2025

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    It didn’t happen with fireworks and explosions, it wasn’t a full body shudder or a heart-stopping revelation, it wasn’t in the middle of something special, it wasn’t the victory at Kōshien, it wasn’t graduation day, it wasn’t a breakdown.
    There was a lot of thing it wasn’t.
    Because every moment until now had carried some part of it.
    Kazuya had known it was happening, he had felt it coming, from so long ago. He had done nothing to stop it. He had let the strangeness invade his body until it became familiar, until it was such a part of him it felt like another organ, living and pulsing, getting fed by his blood and breath. He had carried while it was warm and calm, when it became burning and agitated, while it helped him breath and when it crushed his lunges.
    Putting words on something that had been on the back of his mind, on the tip of his tongue so long changed nothing.
    Eijun handed him a can of Pocari Sweat and grinned at him. Sun catching on the tip of his hair, caressing the width of his shoulder. All gold and tan and freckles.
    He took it –like he took everything Eijun would ever give him– and smiled back.
    I love you.

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    16 Jul 2022

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    this has to be my fave misawa fic