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rollan and essix's guide to time travel by awaysaway
Fandoms: Spirit Animals - Various Authors
21 Jan 2022
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"The medicine, remember? For Digger?"
Rollan blinked, then opened his eyes wider. Oh. Oh.
Essix. The Evertree. The Wyrm. Their failure. The Cloaks, screaming, then-
"Medicine?"
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In a universe where the Greencloaks fail to save the world, Rollan and Essix finally join their fallen comrades, but not in death, in the past.
The die has been cast.
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How do you say goodbye?
Answer: you don't.
There won't be any flare guns this time.
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seen nothin' yet by Milamimi
Fandoms: Wind Breaker - にいさとる | Nii Satoru (Manga), Wind Breaker (Anime)
20 May 2026
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Sakura Haruka is from the future.
Unfortunately, his behavior just makes him look suspicious...or: in which all of Bofurin and Makochi (with rare exceptions) totally think Sakura is a spy which leads to misunderstandings
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corpses under cherry trees. (sakura haruka sees youkai) by Anonymous
Fandoms: Wind Breaker - にいさとる | Nii Satoru (Manga), Wind Breaker (Anime)
07 Dec 2025
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For as long as he could remember, Sakura Haruka was a monster.
“Look at that hair and eyes,” they would whisper with spite. “Clearly, he’s been possessed by some kind of demon.”
And in another breath, a voice not human: “Look at that hair and eyes,” filled with fear, “who is that boy acquainted with, and how has he incited so much of their interest?”
Is he possessed by a demon? Or has he been marked by a spirit?
(Neither side knows. And neither does Sakura Haruka himself.)
- in which Sakura Haruka sees youkai.
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Laurence's first months in the Aerial Corps have been a long slog of one social mishap after another. In this tradition though, the Navy men and aviators are perhaps not quite so different.
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Why his father bothered being surprised when he went to sea, William wasn't sure.
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When Mikasa was still young enough to be carried everywhere she went, her mother would clasp her tight and spin them in slow, gentle circles, while her father hummed a gentle tune that she would later forget.
When she was six, she watched her father take her mother in his arms and swing them around the garden, their legs somehow tangling without tripping, heads thrown back in laughter, and she clapped along with the rhythm of their footsteps.
And when she was nine, a boy with a knife showed her a different kind of dance altogether.