IN WHICH CLOUD TRAVELS BACK IN TIME (AGAIN)

Author: Misminor
Status: Ongoing
Genre: Humor (It's pure humor. Really)
Rated: T
Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud


Summary:
You'd think that if Cloud was given another chance at life to fix everything that went wrong, he'd gladly take it. You're right. He did take it. And he was grateful for it too. The first 10 repeats, that is. Frankly, by his 30th life, Cloud no longer gave a damn.

Preview :

When Cloud first opened his eyes, his first thought was, "Fuck!" His second thought was, "I've been spending too much time with Cid..."

You'd think that if Cloud was given a second chance at life to fix everything that went wrong, you'd think that he would gladly take it. And you're right. He did take it. And he was grateful for those second and third, and fifth chances. At least, the first ten repeats, that is.

By his 30th life, he no longer gave a damn. Sure, he was grateful that the rest of the gang remembered too, but so did Sephiroth. Thankfully, however, Jenova and Hojo never remembered.

It was strange at first. He had woken up a year later than his original birth-year. Eventually, he got used to the fact that at every rebirthing, his birth-year would change. Once, he had been born three years younger than Tifa. In another, he was five years younger than Sephiroth.

He received an unwelcomed surprise in his fourth life. Apparently, Minerva thought it would be funny if he was reborn a girl. Everyone but Aerith - who only looked giddy when she found out - was shocked when they regrouped again. Vincent and Sephiroth were the only ones who took it in stride when they found out.

After the fourth life, he was pleasantly reborn male again. In his thirteenth life, however, he was reborn female. And soon after that, he was reborn a girl a bit more frequently, but that was okay. He adjusted pretty quickly after that.

His seventeenth life... well, Cloud didn't really know how to feel about it. He was a girl again, and was only five years younger than his nemesis. He had gotten into another fight with Sephiroth, and instead of the usual out come, Cloud had somehow, in the heat of the moment, ended up in the man's bed. The next day, Cloud woke up, mortified at his previous actions and at the position he had found himself, and had to struggle out of a sleeping Sephiroth's hold before gathering his belongings and leaving in haste.

He swore to himself that there would be no repeat of that incident.

Unfortunately for Cloud, to his mortification, there was another incident. And another. And another.

Eventually, Cloud, much to his disbelief, found himself to be pregnant.

It was safe to say he had a mental breakdown. For Cloud, as accepting as he was of his female form, it still hadn't sunk in that his body was completely female, and as such, it was still very possible for him to become pregnant.

After his crisis, Cloud eventually accepted that he was now a she and would soon be a mother. Aborting the child never crossed her mind. In order to protect her unborn child, Cloud stopped travelling and getting into fights - an endeavor Tifa and Vincent had set upon her, much to her consternation.

After a few months, Sephiroth had found her in her heavily pregnant state. Strangely, after being interrogated about the child's father and reluctantly admitting that it was Sephiroth's, the man stayed. He clearly had no qualms about abandoning ShinRa once again.

At first, the man was skeptical, claiming that Hojo's projects involving his progeny all failed, nonchalantly saying that the female carriers all died - something about the potency in mako, or something along those lines. Cloud glared at him when Sephiroth admitted he had fully expected Cloud to have dropped dead after their first rendezvous. Eventually, Sephiroth soon eased into the role of an expectant father-to-be, though Cloud suspected he hadn't truly believed himself to be the sire until the child was born.

Sephiroth lived with Cloud, to the shock and apprehension of her friends when they found out, attending to her every need and whim. Cloud made sure to enjoy her free slave as much as she could, no matter how surreal it all felt.

When the child was born, male, and with his father's tell-tale silver hair, Cloud had been wary, watching Sephiroth like a hawk. She would not let the man take her baby.

To Cloud's surprise, Sephiroth stayed and had no intention of leaving. Of course, by their fifth child, she really shouldn't have been surprised when she found out Sephiroth had suddenly decided that he had most likely been going about world domination the wrong way and that his "mother" had probably meant for him to overrun the world with his progeny.

Cloud had to (reluctantly) admit that despite Sephiroth's strange Oedipus complex and goal of world domination, he made a good father. This, Cloud reasoned, was probably why she hadn't left him yet (as well as the fact that even if she did, the man would be able to track them down). Of course, with the distraction of children, Sephiroth's plans of destroying Gaia were put on hold.

After that, Cloud, much to her dismay, was always reborn female.

Whenever she asked Minerva why she even toyed with her gender in the first place, Minerva's response was only, "I've always wanted a girl."

This had to be her...76th life? Whatever. Cloud had lost count.

After her 30th life, Cloud no longer cared about saving the world. Life would just repeat anyway.

Link: FF.NET | AO3
Side Story: 

• Extras From Cloud's Travels [FF.NET | AO3]
• The Adventures of the Remnants [AO3]

JUST LIKE THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Fandom: The Legend of Korra
Author: Redbayly
Status: Ongoing
Genre: Adventure, Friendship
Rated: T
Pairing: Amon/Korra


Summary:
This was the last thing either of them had expected. One minute they were on a boat, with Tarrlok putting the Equalist glove to the fuel tank, and the next they wake up in the South Pole. And not only that, why are they children again? And even more confusing, why is the Avatar a child as well?

Preview :

When I sensed Tarrlok put on the electric glove and set it to the fuel tank, I thought that would be the end of it. I thought we would finally be at peace. But the spirits had other plans for us. It was strange, dying. I felt serene, and thought that, just maybe, the spirits would let us be. Then, suddenly, it was cold. So cold. It reminded me of when I ran off into the blizzard, leaving my brother behind. Every second of that cold made me regret my actions. I wanted the cold to take me and have that be the end of it. But no, I raised my head and saw snow. It was a blizzard. Where was I? Was I in the North Pole again? I shifted and sensed a body next to me. It was Tarrlok! But, not the Tarrlok who had attempted to get rid of us both. No, this was the Tarrlok from years ago, probably no older than four. I raised a hand to my own face. It felt younger, I reached my hand to my hair. Sure enough, the ponytail I always wore in my youth was there. I shook Tarrlok awake, hoping he was alive as well. He roused and looked at me with wide eyes.
"N-Noatak?" He asked.
"Tarrlok. Something's happened."
"Why are you..? Am I...?" He struggled to ask his questions. But now was not a time for questions.
"Tarrlok, we need to find shelter." I helped him up.
The blizzard was so thick, I could barely see. But then, in the darkness, I saw it. A beacon of hope. A light, and a figure.
"Hello?" I called out. The figure seemed to have heard, as it headed in our direction.
Soon the figure drew closer, and raised the lantern to its face. I realized it was a woman. She was clearly Water Tribe, and had black hair tied in two braids that hung down the front of her parka. Her deep, blue eyes were filled with concern.
"What are you children doing out here? You could freeze to death." She said. There was something familiar about her, but I didn't know what. "Well, come on, let's get you two out of this blizzard."
We let her lead us back to her home. A cozy igloo, with lots of animal pelts and tribal decorations. I instantly felt at home.
"Tonraq! Come in here!" She called out.
At the sound of her voice, a tall Water Tribe man entered. He looked tough but had a kind face.
"Senna, what did you find out in that blizzard this time? I swear, if it's another polar-bear-dog..."
She gestured to us, and the man shifted his gaze. I felt intimidated. Strange, as I could probably still Bloodbend this man if he were any threat to us. In the past, the only person who intimidated me was my father. I suppose that was it. I was a child again, so naturally I would feel as though this man was scrutinizing me and Tarrlok, trying to find our flaws. At least, that's how I felt until his face lit up with a humorous smile.
"Senna, when did we have two more kids?" He said jokingly. "The otter-stork must be busy if we had two children that I didn't know about."
The woman chuckled and kissed the man on the cheek.
"I found them lost in the blizzard." She explained. "There's no way we can let them out into weather like that."
They turned to us.
"So, what are your names, boys?" Tonraq asked.
I knew we couldn't give our real names. So, I just altered them a bit.
"I'm Noak, and this is my brother Tarro."
"Where are your parents?" Senna added.
"They're," I hung my head, the truth is I had no idea where my parents were, "no longer with us."
Tonraq and Senna instantly gave us sympathetic looks. Tarrlok looked at me, I knew we were going to have to talk about this later. Senna put a hand on my shoulder.
"Well, you are both more than welcome to stay with us. We already have a daughter about your age. Speaking of which, where is she?" Senna turned to look at Tonraq.
"Korra!" He shouted. When I heard that name, I thought my heart had stopped.
Suddenly, the door to one of the side rooms was knocked down with a crash. Tonraq rolled his eyes, a bemused smirk on his face. Senna, however, was not too happy.
"Korra, how many times have I asked you not to knock down the wall in order to enter a room?"
The little girl tried to count off on her fingers, then shook her head as if it didn't matter anyway.
"I'm the Avatar, mom! You gotta deal with it!"
I was speechless. This was Avatar Korra? How was this possible? Any of this? Then it hit me. The spirits must have decided to give me and Tarrlok another chance. An opportunity to correct our mistakes. And they did that by sending us to Avatar Korra's childhood? This was getting weird.
"Korra, honey, you can't just keep busting down walls like that. It's destructive."
"And expensive." Tonraq muttered.
The little Avatar pouted, then used Earthbending to repair the wall. She was already so advanced at such a young age? I guess it's not so surprising. She then noticed me and Tarrlok. She approached us, a curious look on her face. She marched straight up to me, her eyes seemed to challenge me, as they had done before. Or would do in the future? I'm not sure, it's confusing.
"Who are you? And why do you have a ponytail? Ponytails are for girls."
"Korra," Senna spoke to the child, "this is Noak and his brother Tarro. They're going to stay with us."
The child's face lit up with excitement.
"So the otter-stork brought me brothers?" Then her face fell. "But I wanted a baby sister."
I laughed. It was impossible not to laugh at the adorable naïveté of the young Avatar.

Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/8451824/1/Just-Like-the-Good-Old-Days

CODE GEASS: THE MARCH OF TIME

Author: Marcus Finch
Status: Ongoing
Genre: Gen, Adventure, Drama
Rated: T
Pairing: None.


Summary:
Lelouch swore that if he ever got a second chance at life, he would fix all his past mistakes. But when he is thrust back in time to before the Black Rebellion, can he fulfill his promise and change the world for the better...or will he unintentionally make it worse?

Preview :

The first thing Lelouch realized when his vision refocused he was he was not standing in an ivory palace above the clouds, nor was he in a plane of fire and brimstone surrounded by the screaming of the damned. Instead, he found himself standing in a filthy warehouse surrounded by dead bodies. He gasped in shock.
"What? How?"
What was going on? How the hell did he get from a parade float surrounded by an armed convoy to a warehouse God knows where? Possible scenarios began flowing through Lelouch's genius mind. Had everyone mistaken him for dead and just dumped his body somewhere as a final insult? No, that was preposterous. It was impossible for that many people to believe him to be dead. For a person of import such as he, there would have to be expert coroners who would examine his body and confirm his death. Then there was the matter of the Black Knights who knew about his Geass. No doubt they would've attempted to examine his body in order to find out exactly how the mysterious power they believed he'd used on them worked. Not like they would've had any results, but it was highly unlikely they would have just looked him over then dumped him somewhere.
That's when he saw the bodies. Dozens of Japanese and Brittanian corpses lay sprawled all over the floor of the warehouse covered in dirt and blood. Many of the bodies were riddled with holes, most likely shot with automatic weapons, Lelouch thought. He also noticed that the majority of the bodies were shot facing away from the door, like they were trying to run when they'd been gunned down.
As horrific as the scene before him was, all of Lelouch attention was soon drawn to the body laying at his feet.
A body with lime green hair…
"C.C!"
Lelouch knelt down to the "corpse" of his companion. He knew that C.C could never truly die, but that didn't explain how or why they were in the warehouse. Upon examining her "body" closer, realized that she had been shot in the middle of her forehead. The bullet appeared to still be lodged inside her head, which prevented major bleeding. However, it would also make it difficult for C.C to revive, her body having to first expel the foreign object.
"Troublesome witch," Lelouch muttered under his breath as he wiped a trickle of blood of C.C's face with the sleeve of his school unifo-
Wait.
Lelouch was dressed in his uniform from Ashford Academy. Not only was he wearing his uniform, he was also wearing his favorite pair of school shoes, a pair he had lost the day he met C.C when in the Shinjuku Ghetto. He'd had to leave them behind when he'd changed into that soldier uniform. He could tell it was the same pair because the left shoe had very faint tire marks on it from when Rivalz had absent-mindedly ran it over with his motorcycle one day when they were coming back from some gambling. Any suspicion that someone had set this up evaporated. There was no way any of his former subordinates could have created an elaborite setup with such a minute level of detail.
Lelouch undid the front of his uniform shirt, searching his chest for the wound where Zero stabbed him. He only saw that here was absoultely no trace of the lethal bounding whatsoever, meerly a couple fresh bruises. Brusies that Lelouch knew he had recived the day he got his geass when a Brittanian Commander had punched him in the gut.
'This can't be….'There was only one explaination left in Lelouch's mind and that explanation sounded impossible. There was only one way to find out. Lelouch activated his geass. He could see from his reflection in the slowly growing pool of blood on the floor that his geass only manifested in one eye. Then he willed it to deactivate. It actually worked, and the glowing red sigil disappeared from his left eye, fading away as sudden as it had appeared.
'There's no way that could happen!'Lelouch knew his geass was stuck in a permanently activated state, a side effect of use his geass multiple times. The only person Lelouch knew of who fully manifested and could still activate his geass at will was his father the Emperor, and Lelouch was sure that the man had never developed Geass Runaway. There was no possible way for Lelouch's geass to have somehow regressed. 'Unless…'
Before he could finish the thought, the wall in front of him exploded. Lelouch brought up his arms to shield his face as dust and wall fragments flew past him. A knightmare emerged from the hole. The massive cyclopean war machine activated its eye and began to scan the warehouse.
"What happened here boy? And why is there a Brittanian student in a place like this?" an imperious voice questioned from the knightmare. It was a voice that Lelouch knew all too well. Villetta Nu, Pureblood Knight of Brittania turned unwilling pawn to Zero. Lelouch could not respond, too lost in his thoughts as the reality of the situation dawned on him.
As ridiculous as it seemed, as impossible as it might have been, Lelouch had somehow been sent back in time.

Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/8317858/1/Code-Geass-The-March-of-Time

RAINCLOUDS

Author: FantasyFlameQueen
Status: Ongoing
Genre: Adventure, Romance
Rated: T
Pairing: Sephiroth/OC. A bit Sephiroth/Cloud.


Summary:
Cloud is sent back to stop the reunion from ever happening, but he is not sent alone. Someone else is sent to help him. Someone who was not even suppose to be.

Preview :

The Planet was in pain. It had survived thousands of years, been brought close to destruction countless times, but had always managed to survive. Most recent was it's survival of the calamity, the destruction brought by her son Sephiroth and the re-awaking reunion of her children brought by the geostigma that had engulfed the planet.
The Planet though had survived, but not without cost to nearly living thing on it. Now left weak and in pain from its many injuries the people now began to share in it's pain.
Monsters previously kept in balance by the lifestream, now multiplied as the lifestream devoted most of its life and power into the healing of the planet. Rain ceased to fall anywhere and drought soon encased the planet. Driven by fear and hunger people shattered what little peace had resulted in the aftermath of the failed reunion and now blood and tears flowed freely down the streets again.
Then the plague came. More fierce in its spread then even geostigma. It grabbed on tight and would not release until the body succumbed to the lifestream. This time no healing rain came. The lifestream only gladly accepted all those to itself as it fought to restore the planet. The inhabitants momentarily forgotten in its effort.
Things could not remain this way. The planet saw it and the Cetra within the lifestream, ever sensitive to the planet's needs saw it too. It would take centuries for the planet to heal, and in that time life on the planet would become almost none existent.
The Cetra within the lifestream signed in acceptance to what the planet needed to do, but some part of them that still remembered what it was like to be alive ached for the planet's chosen hero. Even now through the lifestream, they could see the blond haired swordsman, nearly drowning in his grief as one by one he watched his friends fall.
First had been the two orphan children he had taken in. Their bodies weak and unused to the strain of battle and pain had succumbed easily to the first sweep of the plague. The girl's adopted father had quickly followed in a suicidal mission.
Then the Wutai's princess, as her country weaken from the drought was slowly overrun with monsters. The pilot, and the rest of his friends slowly, but each in turn followed. The most recent that was just happening, was the death of the black haired martial artist. Who for so long had been able to keep the swordsman going. She now lay still in his arms, in a pool of both their blood.
The Cetra watched as the flower girl and her 1st class solider, who now rarely ever left his side, knelt down on either side of the blond, wrapping their arms around him, whispering words of comfort, though they both were now so weak that the blond could no longer see them.
There was only one way to undo the harm that had been done and that was to keep it from ever happening. All the pain, all the sorrow and sadness would disappear and none would remember.
The planet's wishes vibrated through the lifestream and the Cetra nodded agreeing, but still their concerns were felt by the planet.
Not everyone would forget that sorrow and sadness. Even if he manages to change things, the pain from those memories would remain with him forever. For he would not be allowed to forget if he was to succeed. Would he be able to survive when no one else remembers? When there is no one left to understand and comfort him? He was so near to breaking.
The planet acknowledged their concerns, before gently abolishing them. Reminded them that it too was able to understand the feelings and needs of humans, though it had never been one.
The Cetra bowed their heads taking the reprimand like a child from a loving parent. Feeling very much relived that the hero would not be alone in his endeavor. The Cetra entered out from the lifestream, taking on the forms they had once had when they had walked the planet.
The flower girl and her boyfriend both looked up as they approached; eyes alight with questions and confusion, but at their calm and reassuring gaze, both heroes disappeared again into the lifestream. Leaving the Cetra alone with the grief stricken hero. When the sapphire eyes inlaid with mako's green flare rose to meet them, they widened. As if he knew who and what they were and the severity at what would cause so many Ancients to once again walk the planet.
"Pain, sorrow, sadness, that is the price those that walk this planet have had to pay to see it live. That can all go away. You can make it all go away." Their voices were one, for they had spent enough centuries in the lifestream together that they no longer needed a speaker.
"How?" His tone was of one lost in despair, eager for it all to end.
"By changing what you know will happen." Was the response, "The planet will use the last of its strength to send you back to before this all began. You must then stop the reunion from ever happening."
The swordsman starred at them and they could feel his guilt and self condemnation. "Why me?"
"Because you are the planet's chosen hero, Cloud."
Cloud lowered his gaze, letting the thick blond bangs cover this face as he looked down at the still, unmoving form of Tifa. He could go back! He could change this, change everything from ever happening, but could he? Was he strong enough? Yes, he had too! There was no way he could live like this. He could already feel the darkness, the despair that had lain dormant for the past couple years beginning to surface, and he could not go back to that again.
The Cetra saw he had made his decision, but saw fit to warm him. He had the right to know. "But know this; your own pain will never go away. The sorrow and sadness of these memories will forever remain with you, but there will be one who will understand. Who will help you through everything. You will not be alone."
Having said their warning and still seeing the determination in the swordsman's eyes, the Cetra closed their eyes and gave their approval. They felt the planet release the last of its power and white light exploded engulfing the planet and the life that everyone had known ceased to exist.

Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/5460061/1/Rainclouds

BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS

Fandom: Vampire Knight
Author: Scarlet Natsume
Status: Ongoing
Genre: Drama, Romance
Rated: T
Pairing: Rido/Zero. Haruka/Juuri.


Summary:
Several weeks after Shizuka Hio attacked Cross Academy, Zero was sent by the Hunter Association to handle a case of missing people. But they didn't know that it was not caused by the level Es, and Zero found himself in time that's not supposed to be.

Preview :

He wakes disoriented, his head throbbing painfully behind his eyes. Cold air blows breezy sweep of his body, while he's trying to see in the blinding darkness. His back aches where he lies, he groans loudly as his hand touched a small stalagmite that digs into his ribs.
Oh, God... what's happened?
He moans as he sit up, stiff and aching, and wishes that he still had his flashlight so he could take in his surroundings, the place still dark even with his vampire vision. The air is cold and humid, tickling his skin like an electric shock. For a moment he can't remember why that might be.
He thinks back and tried to work his memory back to now. He remembers Hunter Association gave a mission to him, left Yuuki deal with the Day Class students, remembers the level Es attacked him along the way.
And finally he remembers the cave, the gold ornate and a rune-carved building, and an earthquake.
"Fuck," he mutters.
He was about to stand when a cut of light suddenly across his vision, ruining his night vision and making his violet eyes squint in narrowed glare. He holds one hand out to cover his eyes, but the shielding effect is minimal.
"Who are you?" The voice sounds dangerous, low and rumbling, and a little bit familiar.
Zero doesn't answer, he stills busy to protect his eyes from the light.
"You're not supposed to be here," says the voice again, followed by several approaching footsteps and then stopped.
Zero no longer sees the light in his face. He blinks, and realizes that the light is a torch. He scanned his surroundings, and with a jolt he realizes they're exactly the same. Same stone walls, same humid air, and when he turns his back, he sees the old building still stands majestically.
"Damn," he mumbled quietly, before startles as a warm hand closes around his shoulder.
"Don't go near it," says the voice, which he convinces is the voice of a man. "Come on, let's get you out of here."
Zero feels his body lifted, making him gasp loudly. "Wha... what are you doing?" he asks in a voice that's almost lost.
The man chuckled. "Finally you're talking. I almost think you can't talk." Zero's eyebrows twitch. "The blood is smells strong, it means you hurt. Can't a gentleman give assistance to people who in pain?"
"You can pull me up, and let me walks following you," Zero hisses painfully.
The man chuckles again. "That's not good, because your body is too weak to even to stand."
Zero opens his mouth to argue, but he sighs instead. He's too tired to argue with this person. He keeps silent and looks at the faint silhouette that seen in the dim light. Bright orange light of sunset from the cave entrance makes his eyes narrows, he turns his face, and see the faces of the person who rescue him.
The man looks familiar now that he can see him – his dark brown curly hair and his eyes, his warm face with pronounced smile lines. Zero tilts his head, his familiarity niggling his memory, but he can't put a name.
Before an image of his enemy as well as his love rival through his mind, makes his eyes widens.
Kuran.
Oh, shit! Why that fucking Kuran here?! Oh, yeah, of course, because this territory is owned by his family. But still! Why Kuran left Cross Academy to be here?! As far as he knows there's no problem or whatsoever that disturb Vampire Council. And it's not possible - impossible, even - that Kuran comes only to save him.
Wait.
This man is not Kaname Kuran. This person has a very weird pair of eyes. Zero feels a bit amazes to see the man's two different eye colors; one red like blood, while other deep blue. Heterochromia Iridium. Very rare to find a person that has dual eyes color, he had only seen it once when he was a child, his grandfather had Heterochromia iridium too.
He feels tired again. His mind keeps screaming. Don't sleep! Keep awake! Pureblood! Danger! Yet his eyes getting heavy, it doesn't take long time until he gives up and buried in slumber.

Link: FF.NET | AO3

LOST IN TIME

Author: Gammadolphin
Status: Complete
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friendship, Romance
Rated: T
Pairing: Castiel/Dean
Note : A bit like "The Time Traveler's Wife". After you read this, you probably knows who "the wife" is. *snickers*


Summary:
Castiel is alone after the events of The Song Remains the Same, left to make his own way back to the present from 1978. But the angel is playing wounded, and his power over time is not as precise as it once was. It is all he can do to cling to the one thread that will keep him from getting lost: Dean Winchester's timeline. He just ends up seeing more of it than he ever expected to, and it affects him in ways he never thought possible.

Preview :

Castiel’s whole body ached as he slowly regained his senses. He had been wounded in battle before, had even been killed once, but he did not remember ever experiencing this utter lack of awareness. He believed it was what humans called ‘unconsciousness’. He did not find it to be an enjoyable sensation.
The angel sat up with a groan and looked around, brow wrinkling in confusion as he took in his surroundings. The room he was in was reminiscent of the motel rooms that Castiel had seen the Winchesters stay in, but something about it seemed off. He searched his hazy mind for a memory of how he had gotten to this strange room, but there was nothing. The last thing he remembered was fighting his way through the raging torrent of time, struggling to protect the oblivious Winchesters from being burned away or torn from him by the raw power. After that, there was only the bright flood of sunlight, and the Winchesters’ hazy, concerned faces, then simply blackness.
The angel’s journey through time must have cost him. Time travel was difficult enough when he had the might of heaven behind him, but alone Castiel had been forced to exhaust the power of his grace to make the trip. He had very nearly lost himself in the process. He had deemed it worth the risk however, to save the Winchesters and their parents. The angel did not know exactly when the two humans had become so important to him, but somehow it had happened, and he had realized that he was willing to give everything for them. He was still not convinced that it was a good thing. It made him more vulnerable, but when he gazed upon the beauty of Dean’s soul, or sat quietly with Sam going over old books or simply watching humanity, he could not bring himself to mind.
But now the Winchesters were gone, and Castiel was alone. He knew instinctively that he was still in the past, but he did not know what had happened to his friends. The angel took a moment to focus more carefully on himself, taking stock of his condition and his powers. He was in a considerable amount of discomfort, and he could feel how weak the power of his grace had become.

Link: www.archiveofourown.org/works/955002/

TO OUR UNTOLD FUTURE

Fandom: Kuroko no Basket

Author: Infinite Sky
Status: Ongoing
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Mystery
Rated: T
Pairing: None


Summary:

"You will hate basketball." During 2nd year, Kuroko receives a strange letter allegedly sent by his future self. Continuing to foretell a horrible future, it asks him to change that, to save the GOM. But, changing the future is never easy, especially when strange things occur amongst them, things caused...by his future self. Was it really all for a "better" future?

Preview :

Click.Kuroko Tetsuya opened his shoe locker, ready to leave for basketball practice as he recalled the stifling ordinary day.
Considering how he slept through most of class, every day seemed that way, making him only more eager to feel alive at practice.
His powder blue locks briefly brushed against the door of his locker as he began to place his indoor shoes in, only to freeze.
He blinked.
There was something...in his locker.
Staring blankly at the rather expensive-looking manilla covering that framed the item and its delicate placement inside his empty cubby, he found that he could no longer deny it, it was definitely a letter-addressed to him.
Although a normal male student would've instantly began fidgeting nervously at the possibility of receiving a love letter, Kuroko Tetsuya merely glanced at it with curiosity. At least, like a normal male student, a hint of surprised flashed across his features. After all, with his lack of presence, the fact that someone would even be able to figure out the placement of his shoe locker was new to him.
His hand moved towards it, taking it out from the depths of his locker before gently folding it open and lightly skimming its contents.
Ever so slightly, his eyebrows lifted with bemusement.
...This was certainly beyond his expectation.
To the me of the past,Hopefully you are beginning your second year at Teiko right now. Have you been well?I'm writing this to you from three years into the future and yes, it isn't very long but despite that, in this world...a lot of things have changed.That's why I'm writing to you, so you can help me change the past.Kuroko's expression stayed unchanged. Was this a prank? The letter was typed in Times New Roman font, making it impossible to perform a handwriting check. Moreover, a letter claiming to be from the future itself was far too absurd to consider.
Yet as an avid lover of mystery novels, that only piqued his interest further as he read on with a face of intrigue.
But you probably won't believe me so easily. So before you decide to call this a prank, at the very least, please follow the instructions in this letter for one day.April 20thToday you ate lunch with the rest of the regulars on the basketball team. They helped you remember that you had left your indoor shoes in the gym.You decided to not return it back to your shoe locker until school ended.Kuroko blinked, eyes trailing to the indoor shoes in his hand. Indeed, he did leave it, and like it stated, the only reason he even came to his locker was to return it.
The cloud of doubt slight cleared.
He supposed he could at the very least observe.
After school, you have basketball practice again.Akashi-kun won't be attending but Aomine-kun will be the first to arrive as usual. You'll find him with Midorima-kun by the benches.Today will seem like a pretty normal day but it won't be.Because today you will meet someone new.You will meet a second year named Kise Ryouta.Be it for better or for worse, even if you wanted to, you won't be able to forget his name.

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