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The line between safety and danger blurs just so and makes each touch a scalding brand, marks the weight and scent of Madara to be as much a boon as a peril. He could tear out my throat, Tobirama thinks, quaking in fear. He’s breeding me, he thinks, and shakes, awash with pleasure. At any rate it's too late to do a thing. Tobirama sealed his own fate the moment he stepped uninvited through that door.
Your funeral. Well, as far as caskets go, this one’s pretty plush.
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14 Jun 2026
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His nose itches with the long dead scents of incense, saltwater, and spice but he doesn’t look back until -
A choked, “Kakashi?”
He closes his uncovered eye, takes a deep breath, and turns.
Three ghosts stare back.
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In this world, Team Minato returns as heroes.
(This time, there was no disgraced Hatake runt carrying the most prized doujutsu of the famed Uchiha clan, no questions of theft or accusations of treason, no doubts of Minato’s abilities as a teacher let alone Hokage, no back-stabbing comrade killers-
-no Kakashi.)
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12 Jun 2026
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Admittedly, Nami had never given her preferences much thought.
It wasn’t something she had a lot of reasons to consider growing up, being that the only other child her age in Cocoyasi Village was her sister, and although Nojiko would occasionally sneak a romance novel to read into late hours of the night while Bell-mère pretended not to notice, Nami herself was far more interested in books on cartography. And then Arlong happened, and she had neither time nor energy to waste on soul-searching when she could pour it into money-making instead. You run, you steal, you haul your winnings back to your mother’s grave; if you have enough left in you by the end of the day to crawl into whichever bed you’re sleeping in this month, it’s a better day than most.
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11 Jun 2026
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“CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” James yells.
“Wouldn't anyone like to hear what's going on with me?” Peter whinges.
“I’ll tear his throat out with my own teeth, Sirius, I swear it,” Remus vows.
“I need to see Regulus,” says Sirius. “Now. Please.”
“I’m not doing anything until one of you–” James gestures sternly between Remus and Sirius– “explains who you’re going to kill and/or what Walburga did to you, and/or why Moony here is apoplectic and you look like you’re on the verge of collapse.”
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10 Jun 2026
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It’s May 1979 and the Order has just apprehended a pair of mysterious wizards who look remarkably like a Potter and a Malfoy. Naturally, James Potter and Sirius Black are called in to identify the strangely familiar strangers and determine their backgrounds and loyalties.
(This would be a lot easier if their captives weren’t convinced everyone they talk to is dead. It would also be easier if they didn’t spend half their bloody time bickering.)
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10 Jun 2026