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    Shouta’s plan had been ill-defined and desperate from the start, but he figures the important shit boiled down to, “Change as little as possible, make sure Midoriya doesn’t get himself killed, and stock up on lychee jelly pouches because that flavor got discontinued three years from now.” Keeping it simple’s always better, and he’s normally good at improvising.

    Somewhere along the way, he must’ve fucked up since now he has:

    A quirkless problem child hanging off of his every word

    His best friend going through a sexuality crisis thanks to said problem child’s mom

    His other best friend clinging to him like a security blanket

    Some two-bit mob boss threatening him with bouquets of daffodils

    To wring the number one hero’s fucking neck for not telling him anything useful before sending him decades into the past

    All he did was walk Izuku Midoriya home. It wasn’t meant to turn into whatever mess this is.

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    27 Nov 2021

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    Wei Wuxian braces himself for what might come next, the story of how this man died by the Yiling Patriarch's hand—at Nightless City, at the Burial Mounds, as the rest of the sects tried to bring that great villain to account. "What was his name?"

    Uncle Gan sits back, twiddles his thumbs as he thinks. "Well, it'd be Wei something, of course."

    "Wei Changze, wasn't it?" chimes in a new person, and if anyone agrees or disagrees, Wei Wuxian does not hear them. His wine bowl slips from his grip and the sudden clatter of it barely registers over the unexpected sounds of his father's name. Wei Changze, slipping so careless from a stranger's mouth here in small Taozi, here of all places under the open sky.

    Wei Changze.

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    Wei Wuxian meets his grandmother. No, not the immortal one. The other one.

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    21 Nov 2021

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    beautiful

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    Camp Chippewa is proud to be the Empire’s foremost camp resort for privileged young adults. Located on the picturesque forest moon of Endor, your child will have the opportunity to participate in wholesome outdoor activities and socialize appropriately with their peers. We invite your offspring to join us for the experience of a lifetime and a bright future in service of the greater glory of the Empire.

    On opposite sides of the galaxy, on opposite sides of a civil war, Darth Vader and Padme Amidala unwittingly send Luke and Leia to the same camp during school break. Chaos naturally ensues.

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    17 Nov 2021

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    After a mission gone very wrong, Vader is forced into court mandated therapy to calm the concerned citizens of the galaxy. His assigned therapist? The only one who would take him: brand new therapist Luke Lars.

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    19 Oct 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    I haven't had this much joy when reading fic in so long. 100/10 would recommend, would read again

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    “Small baby,” Krum diagnosed, sounding delighted by this. “World too big, yes? Wants back in small, warm place, yes?”

    Ron realized that he was holding his breath. He glanced over at Hermione, who was looking at Krum like she was definitely, absolutely going to leave Ron for him, and honestly, at this moment, Ron felt that was fair. Ron was going to leave himself for Krum. Ron was going to rob all the banks in the world to get Viktor Krum back his money as long as it meant he’d keep their beautiful, perfect, angelic monster of a screaming baby quiet.

    “I want to be in a small, warm place,” Hermione muttered, and then squeaked a little realizing she’d said it out loud.

    Rose giggled. “Shidole,” she whispered, looking pleased and interested, smacking at Krum’s chest.

    “Rose, don’t call our guests shitholes,” Hermione scolded, and then said, “Viktor, you can stay as long as you like.”

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    Or: The Ron/Hermione/Krum fic that absolutely nobody was hankering for in the year of our Lord 2020.

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    14 Oct 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    🥺🥺🥺