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Wherein transmigration occurs, but not everybody gets to start out as a baby. ANBU Dog is also, by far, the worst captain ever, and Kagura very much does not recommend working with him because he’s a loony piece of shit.
A gripping tale of ANBU shenanigans, disturbing romances, and excessive gore. Highly self indulgent.
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- Part 13 of lulu's self insert fics
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The Minato-sensei beams at him, and replies, “Kakashi! I’m glad you’re awake,” and, yup, that’s Minato-sensei’s voice.
Kakashi falls back down against the bed, closing his eyes. It’s too short of a way down, and he clenches hands that are too tiny and feeble and not his in dog-print sheets he hasn’t owned for decades.Series
- Part 1 of EttWverse
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Kagome's natural instinct when reborn into a new world is, of course, to befriend the nearest demon.
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“What I find absolutely fascinating,” Riddle said, stalking closer, “is you.” He marched forward, backing Harry up until he was pinned to the cool wall of the common room. “Do you know why?”
“No. And I’ll be honest here, Riddle, I don’t particularly care.”
The taller boy grinned at him, small yet infinitely pleased. “That. Right there.” One hand rose and brushed some of Harry’s fringe from his face. “Nathan Ciro was a spineless little boy too afraid of his own shadow to dare even glance in my direction. But you…”
He leaned closer, “You look at me like you want to stab me.”
After an accident, Auror Harry Potter wakes up in the body of fourteen year old Nathan Ciro, a tormented Slytherin who recently tried to end his own life. Seeking answers to his strange predicament, Harry returns to Hogwarts, and causes quite the stir through staff and students - especially when they come to realise he is not the same boy as before.
He tries to avoid suspicion, but as his quest for the truth draws more and more attention to him, Harry begins to think that he might not like what he will discover.
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Lauren curled her lip. "What? Are you like, retarded?"
"Yes," I said, unironically. "I have autism."
The chatter of those sitting at our lunch table suddenly died and they stared at me with varying levels of discomfort.
Jessica laughed nervously. "You’re joking, right?"
I turned to her, staring somewhere above her shoulder. "No."